"Little girl, you can't take this notice."
An old lady looked at her with pity. A fine young lady was going to lose her life for no reason.
Xia Muqing noticed that their expressions were surprisingly consistent and her interest was piqued. She asked, "Has no one ever removed this notice?"
Everyone's expressions had already turned to pity.
From their voices, Xia Muqing finally understood the perverse terms of King Zhennan's residence.
She felt that he was worthy of being the famous God of War. However, she wasn't worried at all.
Before long, a group of soldiers arrived with murderous intent. One could tell that they had been to the battlefield before.
The leader looked at Xia Muqing and frowned, but he didn't say a word.
He asked formally, "Are you the person who took the notice?"
Xia Muqing nodded.
That man gestured for her to enter.
At King Zhennan's manor.
