Outside Chang'an, the flying chariot was moving slowly, capturing the attention of everyone.
This was originally the Empress's journey, and the people from all over had cast their eyes upon her, longing to behold the grace of the Empress.
But now, they witnessed this scene instead, and in an instant, they all turned as still as statues, their faces filled with confusion as they stared blankly at the chariot and the people on it.
Humming buzz!
The chariot shuttled back and forth, the Empress's face a steely blue, her hair flying wildly, emanating an aura of terrifying dignity. Dragon energy boiled around her, and killing intent spread throughout her heart.
Yet she couldn't care about anything else, fixating intently on the Empress Dowager.
Damn it!
Now, it was all too late!
She had given so much, poured her heart and soul into her service, exhausting herself to bring about this golden age for the Tang nation.
But now it had all been destroyed by this demonic Empress Dowager.
