Within the airship, Zhao Yuying and Song Zining sat down in a secluded room. The smile on her face disappeared as soon as the doors were closed. Her expression was gloomy, and there was inconcealable killing intent in her voice. “When did it happen? Who did it?”

Song Zining sighed softly. “I guess it can be considered an accident. As for the cause of this mishap, no one really knows, not even Qianye himself. Of course, at the very root of it all is what the Zhao clan did to him.”

Zhao Yuying snorted. “The matters of his childhood have already been solved, but what’s with that accident you mentioned?”

Song Zining quickly recounted how Red Scorpion had been ambushed and wiped out. Zhao Yuying had no idea what to say after listening—all she could do was heave a long sigh. As an imperial soldier, it was only right and proper to fight on the battlefield. Even someone of noble birth like Zhao Yuying, who was only inferior to the princes and princesses, had to risk life and limb in war.

Since the founding of the empire, the noble scions had always been on the first line of the bloodbaths. If not for the foundations built upon the bones of previous ancestors, how could humans have risen amidst the beleaguerment...