Gu Shuo carried Ye Qianning down Four-direction Mountain, one step at a time. In an instant, Zhan Yi seemed to have aged a dozen years. Zhan Chi supported him, and several times the General nearly fainted.
Zhan Chi trembled, unwilling to believe the truth.
Qian Fu fingered his Buddha Beads. Even though he had practiced asceticism for many years, he still couldn't let go of worldly matters, of familial love. His granddaughter… the granddaughter he never had a chance to properly dote on, was gone just like that.
Qian Fanji's lips were a thin, hard line. 'Yuan Yintang must die, and Consort Yuan won't be getting away either.'
Dark clouds gradually gathered on the horizon over Four-direction Mountain, as if a great downpour was rapidly forming.
At the foot of the mountain, the Beili Emperor himself had rushed to Four-direction Mountain with the Imperial Army. It didn't take long for news from the summit to reach his ears.
'Ye Qianning is dead?'
'Truly dead?'
