"Coming to the Imperial Court this time was indeed the right decision."
Atop the tower, Qing Hua stood before the railing, supporting her chin with her left hand, gazing with interest at the palace ignited by flames, then looking down, her eyes fell upon the Forbidden Army engaged in fierce combat.
The Forbidden Army stationed before the grand hall was retreating step by step. The battle at the academy had left the Second Prince severely injured; they were no match for the well-prepared forces of the Third Prince in direct combat, so it was only a matter of time before the Rebels stormed the grand hall.
Yet, Qing Hua did not show the slightest hint of panic. The rebellion instigated by the Third Prince indeed caught her and the company by surprise, as they had always seen him as a wise man.
A wise man might harbor thoughts of rebellion, but would never engage in meaningless resistance.
