Chapter 213 Huanan Jiyan Who Eats Her Own Bitter Fruit

At midday, in the Yongning Palace— The fine wind ran through the window lattices, and the gold gauze curtains hanging from the Main Hall were wafting. The pendants of the crystal chandelier swayed under the inlaid blue carved beams. Just as it made a subtle and crisp sound, it was brutally obliterated by a roar and beating from below.