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

Late at night, the General’s Residence in the Beixuan Dynasty was brightly lit, filled with a cacophony of voices and cries. “Help!!! Somebody help me!!!!” A piercing, bloodcurdling cry for help rang out from the general’s back garden. A crowd of people carrying torches hurried toward the back garden, rushing in the direction of the voice.