"Charge—," shouted Wen Qun, taking the lead as they rushed toward the stalwart Imperial Forest Guard, a maelstrom of blood and violence.
"Kill—," roared voices mixed with the clangour of swords. Everyone in Chenyuan Hall immediately tensed up, curling their fingers tightly, supporting each other, and guessing how long the Imperial Forest Guard outside could hold on, and whether they could last until reinforcements arrived.
Everyone knew just how long the Crown Prince had planned for this day, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens that almost shattered their collective confidence. Thankfully, they had persevered and kept faith in the Crown Prince.
So tense they could barely speak, everyone's cold sweat slowly soaked their clothes. As their hearts raced to their throats, the sound of swords already began scraping against the thick palace doors, filling them with fear.
