89 Thrown Up Into The Air and Crashed Down

Changan's view was breathtaking in mid-autumn. The lush greens had transformed into a gorgeous shade of yellow, hanging on trees like shimmering gold leaves.

The sun was burning brightly in the afternoon, showering its passionate warmth onto the earth.

Deep inside the courts of the palace.

A branch peeked out from the secured walls of the palace with leaves rustling in the afternoon breeze. There was a small courtyard behind the wall, the entrance was heavily guarded by palace guards in full armor. No one was allowed to enter or exit the courtyard.

There was a beautiful garden in the courtyard—an elegant pavilion sat amidst a rippling pond surrounded by flowery bushes. Koi fish swam in the clear waters, creating ripples when they maneuvered their tails.

When fish food was sprinkled onto the pond, the peaceful surface started to bubble as if the water was boiling. The Kois were scrambling for food.