Half an hour later.
Lu Lingxiao emerged from the dungeon, gazing at the dark clouds obscuring the moon above the dome, his eyes turning icy cold.
This Grand Commander was ten, no, a hundred times more arrogant and ruthless than the rumors had suggested.
To have such a treacherous minister in Great Zhou is truly a calamity. Action must be taken promptly to remove this threat for the court and for Your Majesty.
As Lu Lingxiao stepped into the carriage, Meng Qianqian was already inside.
Recalling the events in the dungeon, his chest felt stifled, yet he could not speak to her of them. After all, she was merely a little woman of the inner chambers, entirely ignorant of such matters.
He took a seat across from Meng Qianqian.
Meng Qianqian didn't look at him, sitting quietly as if she intended to completely ignore him.
