"Fourth Prince, if you do not cease your resistance and surrender this instant, I will send you and your mother together to the afterlife!"
The Emperor’s voice was frigid with rage, his long sword pointed at Consort De, who lay moaning on the ground. Fresh blood stained the dust, seeping into the ornate, exquisite fabric of her palace robes with a grotesque, eerie aura. She sprawled on the earth, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Baili Moyin, as if pleading for something. Her lips moved; at the threshold of death, her only thought was a desperate, primal urge to live.
"Yin'er, save, save..."
Chapter 648