"Why! Impossible! You can't be impervious to threats... unless you no longer wish to secure your throne!"
The empress pointed a dagger at Chu Yihan, her face twisted in ferocity.
Chu Yihan's Qingfeng Sword was raised, and with just the flash of its unsheathed blade, it knocked the dagger from the empress's hand.
"Clatter!"
On the black, glossy marble floor, it made a crisp sound.
Chu Yihan walked up to her, looking down from above, "Even if you three die, Your Highness's reputation will remain unharmed. The people outside the palace, under your command, are now in my control. Should any traitor cause chaos, I shall quell it myself. As for the internal and external troubles of the Great Cheng Dynasty..."
