Out

Outside the imperial palace, there laid a mountain which no one ever spoke of.

In the mountain, Tang Emperor, Emperor Xiao, Emperor Yun, Xue Lingtian, along with Wang Yuan and Yang Zaixuan, the two sworn brothers of Jian Wushuang, were all waiting.

Not long after, a figure in white flew over from the distant sky and landed.

It was Leng Rushuang. Her expressionless face, as pale as a piece of white paper, matched her usual icy cool demeanour.

"Shuang'er." Emperor Xiao called out to his daughter. He was shaking and looking at her with complicated feelings.

"It's all the wrench's fault!" Emperor Xiao growled repeatedly.

"Father." Leng Rushuang looked at Emperor Xiao and said, "It's all in the past. There is no use in blaming Mother. Just let her stay in Thunder Hell and live the rest of her life in peace."

Emperor Xiao could not let it go simply.

"Girl, come here." Tang Emperor beckoned Leng Rushuang over.