Ling looked at Atlas and stopped herself from killing him herself. She knew that he would die very soon.
Not only did she feel hatred for him, but she also felt jealousy. How could a man be more beautiful than a woman?
She couldn't understand that and felt inferior in every way, whether it was her robes or haircut. Ling saw how everyone was drooling over him.
Atlas took his seat, and his eunuch poured him wine. He sat there eating and drinking. After a few hours, someone entered, and everyone looked at the man.
Who would come so late at an imperial banquet besides Atlas, of course? Ling immediately got excited, even if she couldn't understand the leader of the brotherhood of assassins' plan. Shouldn't he hide his face and identity?
The leader walked to the dragon's throne and knelt. He looked at the Emperor and said, "Your majesty, I must confess something."
