At 11:45 PM, the palace was cloaked in silence. Mo Qiu stood beneath the western palace wall, gazing up at the sleeping imperial city.
Behind her, five thousand Kongwu Slaves stood as still as phantoms. Dressed in black with expressionless masks, they appeared particularly chilling in the moonlight. The Kongwu Slaves possessed no self; the Merchant Gate had forged them into killing machines. They saw nothing but their mission, and they recognized nothing but the Dark Iron Token in Mo Qiu's hand.
"Young Mistress, the signal has been sent!" the maid Lüping reported in a whisper, her voice trembling with nerves.
Chapter 450