Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant's First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine Chapter 25

Edited by: Yuukobachan, Al-Farouk

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Zhu Feng frowned and said: “Alright, let's go.”

Nan Yan looked up at him. Looking up at Zhu Feng's impatient face, she did not dare to stop.

She hurriedly picked up the rest of the pieces of fragments. She then tended towards Zhu Feng, gave a blessing to him and hurriedly walked out.

As the twilight descended, the entire Imperial City became murky. Nan Yan came out of this repressive hall. Suddenly, her chest was loosening as if it was being untied. For a long time, she was relieved.However as Nan Yan step forward again and looked ahead. She leaped over with fright.

On the outside hall, the corner has a trace of red blood.Just a moment ago, those soldiers who dragged General Chen Fu killed him there.

She didn't dare to look at the second time, and with great difficulty, she hurriedly went back to the deserted courtyard. In the desolate room, she did not take time to change clothes and heavily went to fall on her bed.

This was only her first day since she had been with Zhu Feng. She did not expect him to kill again.But this time, it seems to be different from the previous ones that were too much.

Nan Yan put her face tightly on the ice-cold bed. She could not help but to look back at the way she looked at the Yan Wang who had performed the sword-dance today. She watched him sit in the Imperial Canopy Hall, indignantly denouncing that general.

It seems, it was really not the same.

The injury on her right hand's finger was still dull and painful. She clenched her fist hard and clung it to her chest. Wondering if the ring finger was too close to the chest because her heartbeat has started to twitch.

Early, the second day, Si Nan Yan immediately got up.

She slept fairly well last night but it appeared last night that she had many random dreams. After getting up, she felt a little dizzy.

When washing her face and soaking her hands in the water, the ring finger was suddenly a bit painful.

It was the wound from yesterday.

It was such a small wound that Nan Yan had thought it would be all right if she left it to sleep. Yet, she didn't expect it to be painful today.

Afterwards, she hastily combed her hair and went to the hall of Wu Ying Imperial Palace.

But upon arriving, she found that Yan Wang had finished practicing his sword. Even the clothes were all dressed up.

She was a little surprised. Shouldn't he make her do these things? Don't tell… she's late?

But it seems she was not too late as Yan Wang did not blame her. After freshening up, she and Zhu Feng went out of Wu Ying Imperial Palace Hall.

The weather is better today.

The glowing sunlight shined in front of the Fang Fengtian Hall, the reflection of the glazed tiles made people almost unable to open their eyes. But Zhu Feng still stopped and looked for a while before slowly moving towards the Imperial Canopy Hall.

He still cannot go in.

None of the officers and men in the central of the Northern Dynasty were willing to enter the palace to worship him. Although he has taken Jinling, he has sent a letter back to Peiping. Telling those defenders in that place to immediately set out on a journey to rush over.

Let the rest of the garrison immediately start out, Jinling still doesn't really belong to him.

Walking towards the Imperial Canopy Hall, it was still empty and no one was there.

He stood at the door making the sun cast his shadow inside the hall. The sun was hot but his shadow reflections was a bit cold.

He asked coldly, “is there still no one?”

Ye Zheng carefully said: “Responding to Wang Ye's words: "Yes.” "

Zhu Feng coldly smiled.

Nan Yan stood behind him, looking at his broad shoulders. Somehow, it seemed she had returned back to that night when he walked in front of Li Xuanshi. And without warning, he killed her with a knife.

Nan Yan did not know how much time pass before Zhu Feng coldly response: “Ye Zheng, pass the message that the remaining troops outside the city are to enter Capital. All the gates of Jinling are to be sealed off. Not even a fly can escape. “