Dazzlingly red fresh blood spurted out from the bases of the severed middle finger, ring finger, and little finger.
The emperor, Li Yunzheng, had never wielded a real blade before. Everything in the palace was under someone's control, after all. Throughout his life, for more than a decade, he was no different from a puppet. If it were not for Wang Shizhong, he would not even have the opportunity to touch one. He did not even have the chance to kill himself, let alone having access to these killing tools. Moreover, it had always been peaceful in the palace.
