A war that will break out,
Lots of people will drag for their necks to slit open,
To murder and seek justice,
And innocent lives would face off the death's door.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"Althea and Lei Jie were mean to marry---"
"I know that well, you didn't have to remind me all the time," Mei interrupted her. She retorted back, Qing Long didn't expect her to be that odd.
"If the two decided to call off the marriage, the Qing Empire will fall off. Minister Fang Chen is plotting out a war for the whole empire," Qing Long raised his voice that time. He knew he had to confess it. What he had heard was not a joke. Qing Long stood up from his place, brushed the back of his robes, and Mei halted from knuckling her fists.
