Jin Feichen looked at the Royal Secret Guards standing behind her. She knew that she had lost, completely lost.
She turned around stiffly and walked towards the throne. She looked at the throne that was placed high on the steps. This position made so many people yearn for it. Many people were willing to die at its feet. All for this ice-cold throne.
She stood in front of the throne. Even if she lost, she still looked down at them with arrogance.
Rong Zhi suddenly was a little flustered. He could not help but say, "As long as you promise me one thing, I can let you off."
Jin Feichen said expressionlessly, "Oh, is that so?"
Rong Zhi said, "Back then, when I got out of the palace, a palace maid helped me. Tell me where she is, and I will let you off."
He could have investigated it himself, but for some reason, he did not want Jin Feichen to die just like that.
