Fall

Xiao Zhun dropped her off when they reached a mountain cliff. Far away from the palace grounds—from the palace prison—Xiao Zhun only carried Lan Qi, jumping over the roofs of buildings and tree branches with his strength, and then they arrived at a lonely and dark mountain cliff.

"Lan Qi—"

Before Lan Qi could utter a word, her tears, which had been frozen by the air that had been sprayed on their way, melted away in a single breath.

“Xiao Zhun, the palace will be destroyed…” Lan Qi whispered. She fell to the ground, letting her knees hit a rock and she cried with the feeling of her heart being torn apart.

Today, the Empress declares herself as the successor to the throne. It was just like what the blue bowman had said—no one could bring down the Empress as long as there was no descendant that the Emperor had officially appointed.

Of course, there was no officially appointed descendant because her mother—Empress Na Xing had planned this all out. Lan Qi bit her lower lip, clenching her