On the Eve of Battle, Part V
Emperor Cì Shā sneered down at the representative who had delivered Hou Jingshu’s response to their demands. Fēng Yi, Huo Yi, Xao Wen, Li Lian, and Duo Long were present as well. They sat on comfortable chairs made of oak and soft cushions. Each chair resembled a throne. The man prostrating himself on the ground shivered, not daring to lift his forehead from the floor.
“So the little princess has decided on death? Hmph. She has guts if nothing else,” Emperor Cì Shā said, tone dismissive.
“She is quite strong willed… that girl. She has to know she has no chance. Even if our overall forces are technically weaker, we outnumber her,” Lì Liàng said.
“Perhaps she holds out on the hope that the Heavenly Sword Sect will send more aid,” Fēng Yi mused as he stroked his beard.
“It is a foolish hope,” snorted Emperor Cì Shā. “The Heavenly Sword Sect is dealing with problems all over the continent.”