The sounds of battle had ceased, with no thunder, no lightning, and even the wind was silent.
It seemed as if the heavens were weary.
But when had the heavens ever grown weary? They clearly kept their eyes open.
A crack appeared in the dark sky, revealing the moon. Moonlight washed over the bloodstains on the palace walls, this brightness approaching mercy. As if a deity had personally unveiled this murder, then applauded when the sin ended.
Wei Zhao's voice was calm, "So regicide is even more exhilarating than killing enemy soldiers."
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The bloody aura permeated the nine-layered palace.
In the pond of the Imperial Garden, a few corpses floated.
No word had come from that side yet.
Inside Cining Palace, the palace maid's hands shook violently, spilling the tea, and she knelt on the ground in fright.
"This servant deserves death, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
