Bang! Bang!
Two more loud noises sounded.
The gate of the palace was continuously struck. Given the sturdiness of the Zhaohai Palace's main door, it would take dozens of people with a log to make such a commotion. The fighting outside had been relentless; perhaps the battle had already been decided?
The officials, who had arrows pointed at them, felt their hearts pounding violently, and looked at the door with hopeful eyes. It was as if the door might be breached at the next moment, and a savior would descend from the heavens to rescue them from danger.
Jiang Yi, who had been smiling all along, now had a slight change in expression and couldn't smile anymore. He quickly exchanged a glance with Zheng Chen.
The depth of that glance was known only to the two of them.
Zheng Chen was about to speak when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his right wrist.
