Xu Zhenguan's exquisite face froze with frost, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent, as she suddenly stood up, "These bald donkeys dare to assassinate a courtier, it seems my last admonition wasn't enough."
Speaking, she suddenly glanced at Zhao Douan and said,
"Rest in the palace and heal your wounds, I need to step out for a moment."
Having said that, she turned and was about to walk out.
"Your Majesty, please wait!"
Zhao Douan, in a panic, forced his battered body to rise and grabbed the Empress's slender hand with urgency in his voice,
"Your Majesty, please do not act impulsively, I always feel there's something highly strange about this affair."
As the victim of the sneak attack, Zhao Douan was, of course, furious with the Divine Dragon Temple.
But he knew better; anger wouldn't solve anything. The reason he had prattled on, explaining the causes and consequences, was to make the Empress realize that there was something odd about this incident.
