Chapter 51 The Sprinkling of the Blood

Now, in the imperial palace, most of the guests had left continuously. The palace maids went around, cleaning the messy tables. The sun rising high shone in the palace as if paving a snow-white carpet ahead. At the end of the bright carpet, Zhao Xiang’er stood before the broken throne with a cold shadow. What she would do next was to pronounce the sentence on the true sinners of the state of Zhao.