Evenings in the Spring were a little cold and breezy, and the streets were still.
Liu Rushuang stood on the roof with both hands behind her, not moving an inch. Her eyes could pierce the dark clouds, as she looked up at the barely visible moon.
*Phwoosh... Phwoosh...*
The strange and shady sound of the breeze against Liu Rushuang's clothes rang endlessly.
All of a sudden, Liu Rushuang averted her gaze toward the direction of the imperial palace.
The people sent to assassinate her had finally arrived!
She noticed a large horde of people dressed in black from a distance dart towards her in the sky. Not a single trace of fear lingered in Liu Rushuang's eyes.
On the contrary, a sinister smile formed in the corner of her mouth, and a glow of excitement surfaced her eyes.
She hasn't been able to kill unrelentlessly for a while and because of this, her whole body has been feeling a little uncomfortable!
