The Imperial Forest Guard did not understand the intention of Master Yu, the actors on the stage—could the actors onstage be in cahoots? Imdiately, an Imperial Bodyguard stepped forward, drawing his sword and stabbing toward one of the actors.
"Slash—" The blade pierced through the actor’s body, but the actor showed no reaction whatsoever; not even blood flowed from the point of entry, instead a black smoke slowly twined up from the blade.
That Imperial Bodyguard was a shrewd man; seeing this, he abandoned his weapon and leaped back a step to distance himself. Indeed, as the black smoke wound around the hilt, because the Imperial Bodyguard was quick, it did not succeed, so it reluctantly twirled around the hilt.
"Don’t do anything rash—," soone shouted loudly.
Eunuch Du’s entire focus was on Zheng Congyuan, and both Qi Jin and Qi Yu dared not make a move.
"First, take Her Highness back," Qi Jin suddenly said.
Nanny Yun and the others were already shocked by the scene before them, but at Qi Jin’s yell, they imdiately returned to their senses and nodded hastily.
"Your Highness, let’s leave quickly—," Nanny Yun said, pulling Zheng Nianru along.
Zheng Nianru shook off Nanny Yun’s hand, focusing only on Zheng Congyuan before her.
She stared intently; everything happened too quickly, so quickly that she almost delusionally believed none of it was real.
Clearly, there was no such calamity in Zheng Congyuan’s past life, so why now, in the end...
Could it be that no matter what, Zheng Congyuan was dood to die?
"I will not leave; I will stand or fall together with the Emperor," Zheng Nianru said, finally calming down.
Who would want to harm Zheng Congyuan? She truly could not figure it out. Zheng Congyuan had done many good deeds as the Crown Prince. Initially, when she had imprisoned Zheng Congyuan, quite a number of people had co forward to plead for him, even willing to manifest their loyalty through death, not a few among them could be considered virtuous officials.
So how could Zheng Congyuan have enemies? Who would want to put him to death?
Zheng Nianru couldn’t think of anyone, but despite racking her brain, it wasn’t as if there were no answers. With such bizarre Spells being used, the key was her safety in standing here unhard; that left only the previously escaped Yin He as a guess.
Zheng Nianru coldly surveyed her surroundings; the young man wasn’t scheming. It made no sense that he would control the entire situation yet still not show himself.
Using Zheng Congyuan as a threat, it seed the lad had learned to be shrewd and knew where her weakness lay.
"Yin He, co out—" Zheng Nianru suddenly called out, glancing around in a circle, quietly waiting for the other’s response.
"Yin He, if you co out, I’ll just stand here. Don’t you dare?" Zheng Nianru stepped forward, boldly snatching the weapon from Qi Jin’s hands. Qi Jin imdiately moved to stop her, but Qi Yu held him back with a tug.
However, there was silence all around, and the Imperial Forest Guard just looked blankly in all directions. The fear that Master Yu had instilled earlier was now replaced by this uncertainty, while the surviving Master Yu’s struggle was slowly weakening.
Zheng Nianru watched the surroundings coldly—wouldn’t appear? She refused to believe that the youngster, Yin He, actually had such self-control.
"If you do not co out now, all you’d be able to see will be this corpse of mine," Zheng Nianru said word by word, pressing the blade deeper. Blood slowly seeped from her broken skin and trailed down the blade, dripping steadily.
Qi Jin couldn’t bear to look, taking an anxious step forward. Qi Yu also tensed and stepped forward. It was imperative the Empress remained unhard, absolutely imperative.
Stillness reigned around them, the occasional whisper of falling leaves adding a desolate sound, Zheng Nianru let out a cold sneer. Very well, Master Yu’s dash at the sword had indeed touched her. If it had been her previous life, had she also been as resolute, would this lifeti of failure not exist?
She had lived an extra life, yet it had been another of inevitable failure—an existence without power. If so, it was better to die together.
Zheng Nianru closed her eyes, her hands simultaneously exerting force. A sharp pain flashed across her neck, sending signals from her brain to her limbs, halting her further actions. In her last life, she must not have had such courage. Otherwise, when Zheng Congyuan had died, everything would have died with him.
But in this life, she had already tried once; she wasn’t as afraid of death as she had imagined, so...
"Your Highness..."
"Your Highness..." Qi Jin and Qi Yu instantly rushed forward, aware of the Empress’s purpose, but what if it was not the Ghoul Ravine’s Young Master?
What if it wasn’t?
Just as Qi Jin and Qi Yu lunged forward, Zheng Nianru suddenly exerted force, swiftly moving toward her neck.
A dazzling light burst forth, like a sun breaking through the clouds, illuminating the ground beneath with its blinding brilliance. Suddenly, everything stood still.
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