In front of Ji Wu Jiu there was a sword.
It was a normal sword, made by the arm forces department. The blade of the sword is silvery white, but under the light, if you were to flip it around, you will be able to catch a glimpse of greenish light.
Ji Wu Jiu’s fingers were gently knocking on the table top, gaze falling upon the sword, in deep thoughts.
How can he not see through Su Jie Yu’s plan. He knew, all the woman in the palace is scheming, in front of him doing all sorts of shows, in order to please him, in order to get him favor, in order to fool him, to control him…
Except… for her..
Except for Ye Zhen Zhen.
She has never schemed anything on him, because she has never bothered about him. In her eyes, in her heart, there is no place for him.
Every time he thinks about this, he gets angrier than getting schemed by the rest, a layer of fire is enveloping his body, and the layer is getting thicker, sooner or later, it would be uncontrollable and erupt.
Lu Li.
Ji Wu Jiu realized that this name is stucked in his throat like a thorn, cannot be swallowed or removed, and when touched, he will feel very bad and his temper will rise.
In his whole life, this was the first time Ji Wu Jiu wished that someone will vanish in this world, to thoroughly vanish.
That night, the emperor brought along a sword to Kun Ning Palace.
Feng You De’s heart was kept in caution, not daring to calm down at all. He called all the secret guards, and at night, a group of men was all huddling on top of the roof or under windows of the empress’s palace, really unsightly.
That is also because there is no other choices.