In the lower deck of the ship, Empress Xiahou Mi slumped in her chair, her expression frozen, her face ashen, cold sweat soaking through her phoenix crown and rosy cloud robe.
"How could this happen?"
"My adoptive father was so strong!"
"If my adoptive father is dead, the next one is..."
Xiahou Mi felt her hair stand on end, her body trembling uncontrollably, plunging into immense panic, dispirited, unable to sit or stand with ease.
"Summon the Princess..."
No sooner had Xiahou Mi spoken than she corrected herself, "Ah no, it's better that I go see her myself."
Shortly afterward!
Xiahou Mi arrived at a door.
On the enormous ship, there was a specially crafted room reserved for Ji Yuanwu's seclusion.
This room had two doors, each guarded by a gatekeeper.
Xiahou Mi approached the first gatekeeper, a middle-aged man.
He was tall and burly, with a square face and large ears, and a jet-black mustache at the corners of his lips.
