It was a scene of utter devastation.
When Murong Qingqing arrived with Shangguan Wan'er, the Directorate of Ceremonial was beyond merely terrifying. Corpses were piled high, and severed limbs lay scattered everywhere. Entrails, gore, and mangled flesh were strewn across the Directorate like winter snow; a sickening crunch sounded underfoot with every step. The stench of blood rose so pungently that it could be smelled from the Qinzheng Hall, several palaces away.
The Imperial Palace had turned into hell on earth. Everyone was paralyzed with fear, terrified that Yama had come to collect their souls. Jia Lingyun’s rage had turned the palace upside down.
Chapter 118