The wind both inside and outside the Mausoleum of Books suddenly stopped, as did any sound.
The entire world seemed to freeze, both time and space.
The two sides had reached a stalemate, a deadlock.
This momentary balance was extremely fragile. Any variable, a wisp of wind or a single sound, could trigger countless cruel massacres, flooding the capital in seas of fire and blood, burning both prosperity and ambition into ashes.
Rarely did people dare to make a decision on the important crossroads of history.
Xu Yourong had proved that she could do it. Floods drowning out the world or a plunge into the bottomless abyss would not even cause her eyelashes to tremble.
And everyone knew that she would not quietly wait forever.
The Imperial Court's black-armored cavalry were galloping back to the capital.
If Shang Xingzhou was not willing to accept her demands, she would assuredly begin her assault before their arrival.
