Xu Yourong's voice rose continuously from the Divine Path. It was clear and melodious, but no one associated it with the gurgling of a stream. Her voice was too cold and did not rise or fall, and it lacked any sort of pity. It was like a tiny pearl condensed from the coldest snow clattering against a frozen porcelain plate, instantly shattering into powder, leaving no evidence of its existence other than a chill upon the world.
Perhaps it was because she had been speaking of killing people this entire time.
Starting from her plans to kill Prince Chen Liu in the Prince of Xiang's estate, she had spoken of many topics related to killing people. The princes outside the Mausoleum of Books, the officials in the court and the provinces, and those Divine Generals who controlled the military—she had a plan to deal with each of them.
