The painted beams touched by flying clouds, the glazed tiles reflected the sun.
In a split second, a cold gleam flashed by, and blood splattered onto the white stone steps.
Within a manor in the eastern suburb of the Capital City, the light of blades and shadows of swords tore apart the picturesque mountains and waters.
Tang Xiaobai, aware of her limitations, pulled Pingyang Princess to stand far away.
Mo Huan did not participate in the battle but stayed by her side to protect her, which she understood.
What she could not understand was why Qin Rong did not participate in the fight either.
Tang Xiaobai glanced at her, suspicion in her heart.
Wasn't the one locked inside Qin Rong's younger brother?
Concerning her biological brother's safety, how could she not care?
If she didn't care, why would she bring in so many skilled people to rescue him under such pressure?
But if she did care...
