Windsor hurried over: "No, no... I'm just worried... What if Mr. Chen doesn't come today... What are we going to..."
Qin Huai sneered: "What if? At worst, everyone will have to die."
Windsor: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"People like us, is there anyone who's afraid of death?"
Windsor was startled. From his tone, it sounded like he was here to die. It seemed... whether Kang Chen would come really mattered, and now... things were going to get bad.
...
On New Year's Eve in previous years, the palace would hold a New Year banquet, inviting major families from military and political circles.
Tonight was no exception; this year's New Year's Eve banquet was still happening.
But this time, it wasn't an invitation but a forced attendance.
The doors of the banquet hall swung open, Qin Huai walked in, and saw many familiar faces sitting there, each with a look of terror.
