The thunder of Yong Hui's three years rang out from the palm of her hand.
Shen Qingdai knelt in the ancestral hall, raised her betrothed Yu Huang high above her head, and then dropped it hard——
It wasn't the humiliation of breaking off the engagement that drove her to this point, it was the secret text in the blood letter that seeped out of the cracks in the moment the jade was broken:
"On the seventh day of the seventh month in the nineteenth year of Zhenguan, the jade seal came out of the palace."
Outside the door, twenty people from the Cui family who broke off their engagement blocked the street with their betrothal gifts.
Inside the door, Cui Yan, her childhood sweetheart who had been away from home for three years, dismounted. When he saw the bloody jade in her hand, his face turned pale: "You know? Then you should also know that the assassins from Chang'an will arrive before noon today."
A broken jade shocked Chang'an.
What was broken was the token of love, but what was shocking was the Tai Chi Palace thousands of miles away.
When the dark red blood book revealed the truth about Yuxi's disappearance ten years ago,
When three armies of unknown origin suddenly appeared under Luoyang City,
When the Buddha statue in Ci'en Temple was splashed with human blood during a night attack——
Shen Qingdai held the broken jade tightly and said to Cui Yan: "You men always want to hide secrets, but you don't know that some jade is sharper when it is broken than when it is intact." She will use this broken jade blade to cut through the thousands of miles of fog from Luoyang to Chang'an.
Let the emperor, who is sleeping on the dragon throne, take a look:
In the prosperous times, how many people cover up lies with oaths and wrap up betrayal with loyalty. And all this started in the autumn of the third year of Yonghui, when the voice of jade broke into Chang'an earlier than thunder.
