In the Imperial Palace, in the main hall, the rain quietly flowed down from the glazed roof tiles, forming a curtain of water.
The former princess, now the empress, was dressed in a magnificent dress and sat on the dragon throne in the Dark Palace.
In her eyes, Ning Xiaoyu was sitting leisurely on the threshold of the palace door. Beyond her were a few Imperial Army Marshals.
Although these Imperial Army Marshals had unconvinced expressions on their faces, they still held their swords and scanned the dark rainy night.
Further down were 5,000 armorers. The armorers looked rather confused. They knew that there would be assassins tonight, but they did not know why there would be assassins.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind and rain came from afar, blowing open the windows of the Imperial Palace.
The rain on the roof was pulled by the wind and immediately rushed like a rapid current.
Hu Xian Er flew away to close the window.
