As Zhao Yan’s voice trailed off, the Imperial Guard, brandishing long blades and shields, poured into the space. Their silvery, chilling radiance was blinding within the cramped courtyard.
Mo Xuan’s pupils constricted. The man leading them kept his head bowed, his face obscured by shadow; only the gold thread embroidered on his dark dragon robe caught the moonlight, causing the heart to skip a beat.
The Emperor? He had come in person?
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