Not long after, Lord Man had just walked out of the Empress's inner court.
His tension from surviving the ordeal hadn't had the chance to relax when suddenly a pressure like a mountain descended upon him from behind.
In the next instant, the poor Lord Man was effortlessly pressed to the ground by the giant paw of the tiger, like a chick stumbling on its way.
He was pressed firmly, his limbs prostrate.
Even the bravest of men would be frightened to the core by such sudden actions.
Lord Man's mental state was on the verge of collapse. His legs trembled, and he whimpered, "Why don't Your Majesty grant your subject a swift end?"
Ying Ji stood desolately at the courtyard gate, like a thin shadow, yet an indescribable emotion weighed between her brows.
Her voice seemed to tremble, "The room..."
Room?
Speaking abruptly, Lord Man couldn't understand but dared not ignore.
