Jiang Changbai's gaze also fell onto Song Juguang. Song Juguang, hearing this, laughed lightly, as if liking Jiang Changbai calling out her name intentionally. She didn't at all pay attention to everyone who'd gathered before the Wumen Hall, tilting her head, only Jiang Changbai's reversed figure visible in her eyes. "Naturally, I'll follow what Bixia says." The six short characters delivered the wizened minister's death sentence. Jiang Changbai could vaguely see his posture weaken in a flash, and he knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing. What it was he was repeating in his mouth wasn't audible. Wei Sharen emerged from within the soldiers, and doing so, picked up one of his feet and dragged him outwards. He was clearly a living person, but in her hand, he was like an object, as light as a feather. There were traces of dripping moisture on the hall's ground; no one cared about what it was. The ceremony concluded in silence; all of the minist...