When Third Young Master Han Ziyun came downstairs, he noticed something was off with Empress Shangguan Linlang's mood. And when he saw that clearly man-made huge hole in the floor, he felt a tremor of fear. Could it be that the Empress had already spotted the trickery so quickly? But wasn't that a little too fast? Although it was said that the Empress couldn't be judged by ordinary standards, wasn't their Ancestral God Han Qianxun no ordinary person either?
Shouldn't a fight between experts take a while to determine the victor? How could their Han Qianxun be so incompetent? To be taken down by the Empress before the proper fight, goddamn, could they even recover from this?
The Han man, whose thoughts had scattered to the sky, was utterly exhausted. He carefully skirted around the obviously infuriated younger sister-turned-fierce beast, then took a wide detour to reach his eldest brother, Han Zifeng.
"Big brother, what's going on here?"
