Night shrouds the ancient courtyard where we find ourselves. The surroundings are oppressively quiet, save for a few oil lamps in the corners flickering in the wind, casting a faint, swaying light against the mottled walls like restless ghosts. My eyes widen, my gaze sharp as lightning, fixed straight upon Gu Yuning. My expression is as grave as the sky before a tempest. I ask in a deep, booming voice: "When are you planning to make a move against the Divine Martial Prince?" This single utterance echoes like a heavy mallet striking a drum in the quiet environment, instantly filling the tense atmosphere and startling the lamp's flame into a sudden leap.
Gu Yuning's eyes light up, bright as a shooting star streaking across the night sky, brimming with alertness. At that moment, a gust of night wind sweeps past, stirring her hair, though she remains entirely unaware of it. She says hurriedly, "Let me tell you, I built my intelligence network with the utmost effort, and I've finally gotten reliable news. On the fifteenth of next month, that scoundrel of a Divine Martial Prince plans to make a move during the Heaven Worship Ceremony. Just think, the Heaven Worship Ceremony is our most sacred moment, a time to pray for heaven's blessing of peace for the nation and well-being for the people. But what about the Divine Martial Prince? He is like a venomous snake hidden in a dark corner, full of malice, actually intending to turn this sacred ceremony into a bloody farce of usurpation.…
Chapter 95