The other can be considered her kind, yet not truly her kind.
After mocking herself, an immeasurable resentment grew within her chest.
Chu Ming's eyes turned crimson and vicious as she looked towards the north.
She was already dead, becoming a corpse!
Why do Emperor Jianyuan, that Yu Kunlun, and her father still get to live well?
They all should die as well! They should be buried underground, meeting the same fate as her.
Among the officials, Lu Chen, known as 'Sword and Dream', stared blankly at the imperial steps.
He looked at the Zhai Clothes Phoenix Crown on Lu Luanti, his expression a mix of emotions.
In his heart there was surprise, reluctance, pain, anger, relief, and lament.
Before today, he hadn't received the slightest whisper, never imagining such an occurrence.
This fundamentally did not conform to the rites.
——No consent was sought from him, the father, nor were the three letters and six etiquettes observed!
