Dawn broke.
It had merely been a simple sleepless night, yet Li Zhi felt deeply exhausted. The appointed hour had passed, but the True Spirit of Martial Ancestor had not appeared, nor did any of the reportedly terrifying backup plans seem to surface.
At this moment, a maid tiptoed in and softly said, "Sir, Princess has summoned you, and instructed you to take this Fierce Dragon Pill immediately."
Li Zhi's brows furrowed and he was about to flare up but restrained himself.
Prince Ji is dead, the hour has arrived, yet none of the signs have appeared. Could it be that the so-called Martial Ancestor's prohibition doesn't exist?
He swallowed the elixir, his body heating up, even the sight of the young maid stirred an evil fire in him, so he hurried off towards the harem. There, the lights were bright, shadows flickered, and lewd voices and laughter abounded.
Two hours later, Li Zhi ascended to the hall for the morning assembly, where the ministers had already waited an hour.
