Outside the Bright Hall, the Imperial Guard was becoming increasingly uneasy amidst a tense and restless atmosphere. Wang Shaoji paced back and forth at the door before turning to walk towards the hall.
At that moment, Wang Shaoqiu stopped him.
"Brother!"
Wang Shaoji's eyes were already red with urgency as he said, "What's going on inside? We must know. You keep preventing us from going in; what if they escape?"
Wang Shaoqiu replied calmly, "Our men have surrounded the entire hall. They couldn't escape even if they had wings."
"But—"
"Brother, remain calm."
In contrast to Wang Shaoji's anxiety, Wang Shaoqiu's eyes were as cold as ice, lacking any trace of impatience. He calmly said, "Tonight, he must die. But do you remember what I told you?"
Wang Shaoji furrowed his brows, "What did you say? You've said so much over these days."
Wang Shaoqiu said, "Brother, you absolutely cannot do it yourself!"
"...!"
These words made Wang Shaoji calm down somewhat.
