The night was dark, dark clouds were pressing overhead, and the entire imperial city was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere. Inside the palace walls, the lights were brightly lit, but they could not hide the suppressed tension. The young Xiao Jin hid behind the screen in the palace, covering his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound. Her heart beat like a drum, and she heard the sound of swords striking in her ears.
There were harsh sounds and the panicked cries of the palace people.
Intention: ancient saying