At night, Youxin City was filled with the cries of soldiers engaging in close combat.
Blood was spurting, limbs were flying, and the sound of steel sabers cutting through human bodies was blood-curdling. The heart-rending screams of the dying pierced the ears and traumatized the mind.
Those miserable screams could even be clearly heard outside the city.
Ren Baqian was sitting next to the empress outside the carriage and enjoying the night wind as well as the distant whiff of blood.
"Sing a song for me!" the empress suddenly said.
"I know how to sing 'Twinkle, twinkle, little star!'" Ren Baqian's spirit was uplifted.
The ears of the little lolita, Tong Lan, pricked up as soon as she heard this phrase.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star…
Tong Lan gnashed her teeth. She had beaten up her schoolmates before because no one knew this song.
"You sing, I will listen!" The empress raised her head to look at the night sky.
