The Wuya wanted to move, but Qing Yi grabbed her sleeve and whispered, "The Empress…"
This was a reminder for Wuya to remember her position.
At such a moment, she couldn't act recklessly.
Qing Yi had spent many years in the palace, soaking in its politics and schemes, and now understood many things.
That shout from Wei Lian just now didn't sit right!
Jiang Fei and his men were already on guard and swiftly positioned themselves in front of Wei Shu.
But someone was quicker than them—King Shu Wei Shang.
No one could figure out how he managed it. By the time everyone reacted, an arrow had already pierced his chest, blood spilling forth.
He clutched his chest with his hand, his face a mix of shock, disbelief, and shame.
Jiang Fei's men had already subdued Wei Lian.
Jiang Fei frowned, feeling Wei Shang's reaction was unusually quick—and there was something strange about this whole affair.
Yet he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was odd.
