A moment later, the fire in the sky finally collapsed into the snow.
The charred beam column was emitting white smoke. At this moment, the huge Golden Hall had already become an empty shelf, leaving behind a few black pillars floating in the wind and snow.
Chu Ren was tormented, pitifully scorched earth.
A few strands of hair stuck to Yan Qinghuan face. Her makeup had already been exhausted. She didn' t know how long she had been standing. She felt her hands and feet cold, her head cold and hot, and she didn' t even have the strength to faint.
There was no one else by his side.
Oh, she remembered that the civil and martial officials and Lu Ming, who had just been here, had long been tied up by the Wei Kingdom's army that had entered the imperial palace.
She stood in front of the ruin
