'Does the firmament have a will of its own?'
Su Chen did not know.
Even if it did, he didn't care.
He held a sword in his hand, daring to cut down any foe in the world—even the firmament itself.
"What are you looking at?"
Lady Shui was drinking her medicine, her eyes fixed on this strange Imperial Physician.
This Imperial Physician was handsome and skilled in medicine, but otherwise unremarkable. Yet he would always gaze so gently at her profile as she drank her medicine.
She didn't know why.
But it made her feel very much at ease.
"It's nothing."
"I was just thinking... whether or not to see him off to his grave."
Su Chen murmured.
The Purple-robed Thousand Years. The master of a nation, whose majesty awed the world, made the powerful tremble, and enraged the Zhou People. But from beginning to end, he was just that ordinary Eunuch from the pharmacy.
Xuan... had reached his limit.
