The doors of Kunning Palace were closed tightly, and the windows shut; it was unclear how many people were inside.
Zhou Yi stood outside the palace and spoke up loudly.
"Your Majesty, your servant has urgent matters to report."
The palace remained silent for a long time before the scolding voice of Ling Long emerged, "Audacious eunuch! How dare you surround Kunning Palace; this is a grave disrespect, a crime punishable by the execution of the Nine Clans!"
"Whether my Nine Clans are to be executed is not of Miss Ling Long's concern," Zhou Yi said, his voice somber.
Zhou Yi went on to say, "On the contrary, Miss Ling Long's family, they cursed you with their dying breath, blaming you for bringing disaster upon the clan."
"Eunuch, I will not share the sky with you!"
As Ling Long thought of her parents and clansmen, her eyes turned dark, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.
At that moment.
