The Rogue Empress: Your Majesty, I Can’t Do It

Late at night, the General's Residence of the Beixuan Dynasty was brightly lit, with clamor and shouts rising one after another.

"Ah!!! Help me, help me!!!!"

At that moment, a tragic and terrifying cry for help came from the rear garden of the General's Residence.

A group of people immediately grabbed torches and rushed toward the rear courtyard, where the voice had come from.