When Lord Zhou came into the palace, he met with some accidents so he arrived a bit late. However, when he looked at the scene, Lord Zhou felt that he was redundant.
Really redundant.
"Lord Zhou."
Ming Shu called him slowly.
Lord Zhou felt cold sweat beading all over his body.
"Are you trying to make me die of hunger?" So that you can inherit my throne!
Ming Shu had gotten a chair from somewhere and she was sitting in front of the burning Yangxin Hall. She had her right leg on the edge of the chair and her hand was on her knees. The dragon on her dragon robe moved along with the heat and danced on the cloth.
There were people groaning all around her. Meng Liang and Ning Furong looked the worst. At least… from their faces, they looked the worst.
Ye Mochen had disappeared.
Ming Shu had her other leg on Ning Furong. She looked as though the world was hers.
