Chapter 468 - The Bizarre Scene From The Heavens Means Trouble! (1)



Chapter 468 The Bizarre Scene from the Heavens Means Trouble! (1)

At this time, Gong Cheng stood at the Tiantai and glanced at the end of the streets. He really wanted to see the palace troop on the streets, but it wasn't there. There was not a single person either. Where was Mo'er? Where was she stuck at?

Seeing that the emperor still hadn't made his order, the empress dowager couldn't bear to watch it anymore, thinking that he wanted to stall time for Gong Yimo.

She said in a deep and gloomy voice, "The auspicious time is here. Gong Yimo still hasn't appeared which means she gave up on the title conferring ceremony. Your Majesty, are you going to make all these people wait for her? She really has quite the face!"

Hearing this, Gong Cheng glanced at the sky. Disregarding the officials' unwell expressions, he said slowly but determined, "The auspicious time hasn't passed yet. Who knows? Maybe Mo'er will make it in time."

After all, the auspicious time included the two hours. He didn't believe it. Even if Mo'er was stopped by something, she would be able to resolve the issue within this time.

When the empress dowager heard this, her face was as dark as the sky. From time to time, there was still clasps of thunder.

She spun around and her pitch-black hair scattered, allowing the wind to blow at it.

Her outer garments were already ripped apart and it was clinging onto her like rags. Normal women wouldn't be able to endure this humiliation by now.

"Princess!" The leading official's anxious voice rang.

They didn't care anymore. Even if there was going to be a bloodbath, they couldn't let the princess fight anymore.

Who knew that the moment they wanted to intervene, Gong Yimo suddenly lifted her hands and stopped them.

At this time, the man in gray's laugh rang again. The imperial guards revealed infuriated and contemptuous expressions at him.

"Little girl, you should be honored! Cang Xiu! That's my name. It's fine if I tell you my name because you're going to die in my hands!"

The harsh wind blew at Gong Yimo's clothes and made her pitch-black hair fly. Her face was pale but serious. She suddenly sneered.

She placed her hand on her sleeves which had been ripped already. She harshly tugged on it.