"Ah... Your Majesty..." Zhang Zhen Niang's cries of pain rose with Zhu Wen's heavy breathing and brutal sounds from the great hall, making the withdrawn ministers shake their heads.
The ministers, in twos and threes, left Jiaolan Palace, ready to go home.
"Alas, Minister Zhang died a terrible death, and it was hardly worth it!" some ministers whispered to their close colleagues.
"Indeed, Minister Zhang wasn't wrong. Qi Country truly has the protection of a Divine Spirit. How can mortals resist the power of a Divine Spirit?" one minister said softly.
"Minister Gu is so certain, could it be that he also..." a minister with a small mustache glanced around and asked in a low voice.
