Chapter 197: Sliced like a blade
The winds tonight were not just winds—they howled like the cries of forgotten ghosts, slicing through the skies as if the heavens themselves were protesting. Every gust carried an ominous weight, as though the entire empire was holding its breath in fearful anticipation.
The death of the emperor still hung in the air like some bad luck charm and the scent permeated every single mile of this empire.
The news of the death of the prince had made it even worse and it seemed a safe the wind was crying instead of howling.
Everything was not right nothing was as it seemed and even the air knew that something was wrong.
Nature had a peculiar way of telling people what was wrong and right now at this very moment was the perfect example of everything that was going on.
Within those slicing gusts of wind, a figure darted from shadow to shadow. Cloaked in the blackest of blacks, with her face wrapped tight beneath a hood, the woman moved like smoke in the dark. Not even the most well-trained of the Prime Minister’s soldiers could detect her. Not a breath was wasted. Not a footstep was misplaced. She moved with the grace of a phantom and the precision of a blade.
Her eyes was set on the place that she was going and her body was lit and it sliced around the wind like a blade.
She had one destination: the East Courtyard.
The First Consort’s domain.
This part of the palace was untouched by the weight of death and tension that hung over the empire like a funeral veil. While outside the people mourned the loss of the emperor and whispered feverishly about the death of the crown prince, the East Courtyard basked in a twisted calm. Too calm.
Too unnatural.