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.