The fate of Great Yan is tumultuous and restless, harboring thoughts of collapse. Black clouds press against the earth, harboring thoughts of world destruction, obscuring the great sun that disperses divine light above the nine heavens, as if foreshadowing something.
Within the small county town.
A dense sense of grief swiftly surged into Su Ziyue's heart as she looked up at the sky. At this moment, tears hung under her beautiful eyes, streaming continuously.
She had foreseen something.
Only one possibility could bring her such intense sorrow and despair.
Chen Yuan... has fallen!
Su Ziyue's gaze was somewhat dazed, memories flashed like images: their first meeting in Ping'an County at Yanyu Building, their reappearance at Tingyu Pavilion in Nanling Prefecture.
Her stand at the Su Family's location in South State, the days of intimacy in the cave dwelling, guarding the base camp for him in Shuzhou, and.... the supreme glory of ascending to the Empress position.
