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Chapter 635 The Emperor?!
As Wang Jin's high-pitched, feminine voice faded, the attic fell into dead silence once more.

Only the beaded curtain swayed gently in the night breeze, making a soft rustling sound.

Zhao Bao felt a tightness in his throat, and a huge wave of emotions surged within him.

He couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it!

Why would Wang Jin, the powerful eunuch in charge of the Imperial Censorate and a figure of immense influence in the court, suddenly show such alarming favor to Liang Jin, a mere banner commander in the Imperial Guard?
Was this sudden offer of recruitment a test or a trap?

Or was it some deeper meaning that he couldn't fathom?

Zhao Bao couldn't figure it out.

But what if Liang Jin really agrees...?

This means that Jin Ge and he worked together in the police station, supporting each other, which was undoubtedly a fortunate thing in the treacherous inner palace.

The thought flashed through his mind, but it stirred a glimmer of anticipation within him.

Wang Jin picked up the cup of cold tea again, his cloudy eyes peering through the rising steam as he quietly awaited Liang Jin's reply.

An invisible pressure descended like a mountain.

Just when the suffocating silence was about to snap one's nerves, Liang Jin suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha-!"

The laughter came abruptly and heartily, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, or a sharp blade slicing through taut silk, instantly tearing apart the heavy atmosphere that had settled in the attic.

The laughter carried a rough, untamed quality, even a hint of barely perceptible mockery.

Before the laughter had subsided, he abruptly stood up.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

He straightened his back, bowed meticulously to Wang Jin, who sat upright in the shadows, clasped his hands, and gave a standard military salute.

His posture was impeccable, extremely respectful.

Yet the strength emanating from the depths of that spine seemed to silently proclaim an unyielding will.

"I am deeply honored by your kind words, Eunuch! I am but a mere military man, and I am truly unworthy of such praise!"

He spoke in a loud, clear voice, each word like the clanging of metal, echoing through the rustling of the beaded curtain:
"I come from humble beginnings, but I was fortunate enough to be taken in by the Imperial Guards, and I have been able to make a living and survive in the Imperial Guards until now."

He paused, then met Wang Jin's unfathomable, murky eyes with a frank gaze, and continued:

"Remembering the source of the water we drink and repaying kindness are the most fundamental principles of being a good person."

"The Imperial Guards have saved my life and given me a place to live. Although I am foolish, I would never dare to do anything that would be ungrateful or betray my principles!"

"not to mention……"

A self-deprecating smile played on his lips, but his eyes shone brightly.

"I have no other skills, but I am most suited to and enjoy standing guard in the palace."

Liang Jin's last words were the truth.

Standing guard was the foundation upon which he gained everything.

To Zhao Bao and Wang Jin, Liang Jin's last sentence was merely a joke.

As for Wang Jin's recruitment...

Liang Jin was also quite surprised.

However, he could roughly guess that the last time he used his Fiery Eyes ability to spy on Wang Jin, he was injured by the mental attack launched by Wang Jin's martial intent, which allowed Wang Jin to have a way to confirm that Liang Jin was the person who spied on him that day when he saw him today.

Or perhaps, Wang Jin sensed Liang Jin's martial intent.

After all, those who possess martial intent are more sensitive to other martial intent practitioners.

Liang Jin had long sensed that Wang Jin possessed the martial intent of the Netherworld Realm, so it was not surprising that Wang Jin could sense him as well.

Perhaps... there are reasons that Liang Jin is unaware of.

No matter what.

Liang Jin would definitely not accept Wang Jin's offer.

He still had to stand guard at the palace to ensure he could sign in every day, so how could he possibly switch allegiance?

"Humph!"

When Wang Jin saw that Liang Jin refused, he let out a soft snort, like an icicle falling to the ground.

The faint smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by a deep, cold aura.

He slammed the already cold cup of tea down heavily on the small rosewood table beside him.

The bottom of the cup struck the hardwood, producing a crisp yet unsettling "click."

The candlelight on the table suddenly jumped, and the light and shadow flickered violently on Wang Jin's bloodless face.

The movement, though seemingly casual, carried an undeniable air of annoyance and pressure, clearly expressing his displeasure.

Liang Jin, however, seemed completely oblivious, his respectful yet resolute expression remaining unchanged.

He took a slight breath, his voice remaining steady, as if his previous cold snort was merely the sound of the wind:
"Please calm down, Master."

"I have been ordered to come here today to ensure that the Imperial Guards can return to their new residence and fulfill their duty of protecting His Majesty. Commander..."

The words are not finished yet.

Wang Jin raised his hand again, instantly cutting off Liang Jin's words.

Liang Jin's brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

This Wang Jin, he's not even willing to talk?
Could it be that from the very beginning, he had no intention of giving the Imperial Guards any chance?

Wang Jin leaned forward slightly, his cloudy eyes staring at Liang Jin like an abyss, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and slowly said:

"Do you think I can't see through your Imperial Guards' little schemes? Aren't you just trying to get into this new residence, continue to fawn over the Emperor, and show off your measly 'loyalty'?"

"Why make it sound like I, the Grand Eunuch, am deliberately making things difficult for you and preventing you from fulfilling your duties?"

He paused, then his tone suddenly turned sharp, carrying a chilling sarcasm:

"It's clearly your Imperial Guards who are incompetent!"

"How dare you gather and make a ruckus in the new residence today, disturbing the peace of His Majesty! If it weren't for our Investigation Bureau's timely suppression, wouldn't this new residence have become your training ground for running wild?"

"Such disrespect for superiors and contempt for palace rules, I, the Grand Eunuch, am only temporarily expelling you, which is already an act of great leniency out of consideration for the First Guardian!"

He leaned back in his chair and smiled slightly.
"Don't say I'm being unreasonable. Go back and tell the First Guardian to give him an hour to open his eyes and select a new batch of truly loyal Imperial Guards to protect the Emperor in the new residence."

Having said that, he casually waved his sleeve, as if shooing away an annoying mosquito, his voice filled with impatience and a clear intention to dismiss him:

"Go."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Bao felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.

He felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly gestured to Liang Jin with his eyes to leave quickly.

However, Liang Jin's feet seemed nailed to the floorboards, remaining completely still.

The weight that had just been lifted from Zhao Bao's heart instantly rose to his throat again. He was so anxious that he almost stomped his feet and desperately urged Zhao Bao with his eyes.

Liang Jin seemed oblivious to Zhao Bao's anxious gaze, standing firmly in place, his eyes calmly meeting Wang Jin's narrowed, dangerously gleaming eyes.

The weariness on Wang Jin's face was instantly replaced by a chilling interest. He tilted his head slightly, a playful smile curving his lips, and drew out his voice:

"Hmm—? What, Mr. Liang Qi... do you have some 'brilliant idea' regarding my arrangements?"

He emphasized the words "brilliant insight" with particular force, making them sound sarcastic.

Liang Jin clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear and firm, like a rock:

"Your Excellency, I dare not offer any 'profound opinions.' It is simply my duty to speak out."

He raised his head, his eyes shining brightly:
"The Grand Eunuch is magnanimous, allowing the Imperial Guards to return to their new residence in one hour. However, during this hour, if the Emperor is not protected by the Imperial Guards, what if..."

"If even the slightest mistake is made, the enormous consequences and the grave crime of dereliction of duty in protecting the emperor—who in the whole world could bear such a responsibility?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Bao felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

He could no longer care about anything else; he practically lunged forward and knelt down before Wang Jin with a thud, urgently saying:
"Master, please calm down! Commander Liang... he absolutely did not mean to disobey!"

"He was just... just devoted to the public good and overly worried about the Emperor's safety!"

"Your Excellency is wise! With the elite guards of our Investigation Bureau here, with layers of defenses and no gaps, we can ensure His Majesty's safety!"

"Commander Liang, hurry, come with me to report to the Commander!"

As he spoke, he eagerly winked at Liang Jin, wishing he could drag him away immediately.

Liang Jin merely glanced sideways at Zhao Bao, who was kneeling on the ground, his gaze calm and unwavering.

Immediately, his gaze locked firmly onto Wang Jin again, and he spoke each word with unwavering resolve:

"The Imperial Guards' duty is to protect the palace and safeguard the Emperor's presence; this is their sacred duty! They have no choice but to fulfill it, and dare not entrust it to others!"

"Our hearts and minds are as clear as day! We beg Your Excellency... to rescind your order and allow the Imperial Guards to immediately enter the new residence to protect His Majesty!"

He stood ramrod straight, and his words were firm and unwavering, leaving no room for negotiation.

Zhao Bao's heart sank to the bottom, feeling utterly cold.

He knew that Liang Jin was determined.

No one had ever dared to defy the eunuch like this before.

Is Liang Jin really working this hard to get promoted?

Zhao Bao was filled with anxiety, waiting to see the eunuch's reaction before trying to find a solution for Liang Jin.

The attic fell silent again, with only the soft rustling of the beaded curtains being blown by the night wind.

Time seemed to stretch out, each breath feeling like being fried in a scalding oil pan.

Just as Zhao Bao was about to be forced to take action by this heavy pressure, Wang Jin suddenly smiled again.

The laughter was low and hoarse, like the hooting of an owl, echoing in the empty attic with a chilling eeriness.

"Hehe... Good! What a fine 'duty to bear'! What a fine 'dare not entrust to others'!"

Wang Jin clapped her hands:

"Since Commander Liang is so loyal to his duties as Imperial Guard and so worried about the Emperor's safety... Fine! This Grand Eunuch will grant your wish for 'unwavering loyalty'!"

He leaned forward slightly, his smile growing increasingly eerie, but his voice suddenly turned cold:

"For this entire hour, you, Commander Liang, will personally go to the Emperor's palace to guard His Majesty closely! You are not to leave his side for even a moment!"

He paused, his smile vanished abruptly, and every word he spoke carried a chilling murderous intent:
"But Liang Jin, you better listen carefully and remember this well!"

"His Majesty's health is a matter of national importance. All matters within the imperial palace are top secrets of the court!"

"Your eyes, see what you should see, and sew your eyelids shut for us! Your ears, hear what you should hear, and pretend you're made of stone! If even a single word leaks out..."

He snorted coldly, the sound not loud, but it seemed to carry a bloody stench:

"But you could get your head chopped off."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Bao looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief!
Where is this grace?

This is clearly a death warrant! It's a plunge into an abyss!
Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger, let alone serving an emperor who is terminally ill and nearing death.

Any slight movement around the emperor could be a huge upheaval!
The slightest mistake could result in execution, or even the execution of one's entire family!

Especially since it's a personal bodyguard job, which is the job of a bodyguard. The fact that the Grand Eunuch is now sending an Imperial Guard to do it suggests he has ulterior motives!
He quickly looked at Liang Jin and gestured for Liang Jin to refuse.

But who knows...

"Yes, Your Excellency! Thank you for your kind permission, Eunuch!"

Liang Jin's voice remained calm and steady, even carrying an unusual calmness, as if he had not heard the thick, bloody threat in those words.

He clasped his hands and bowed, his movements clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at his tall, straight back, Zhao Bao felt a surge of helplessness and worry welling up in his heart.

Jin-ge... how could he...

Zhao Bao sighed inwardly.

Wang Jin stopped looking at them, as if she had lost all interest, and waved her hand indifferently, as if to drive away dust.

He slowly turned around, facing the unfathomable night view of Taiye Pond outside the window.

Only a cold and lonely figure remained, like a stone statue frozen in the darkness.

Liang Jin and the distraught Zhao Bao then bowed and left the attic.

As he walked down the winding corridor, the night wind, carrying the damp chill of the pool water, rushed towards him, but it couldn't dispel the gloom and heaviness in Zhao Bao's heart.

The two walked silently to a secluded corner of the corridor, away from the suffocating oppressive atmosphere of the attic.

Zhao Baocai suddenly stopped and grabbed Liang Jin's arm, his face a mixture of anxiety, confusion, and deep worry.

"Brother Jin! Why...why did you do this to yourself!"

Zhao Bao's voice trembled with suppressed emotion.

Seeing Zhao Bao's anxious expression, Liang Jin felt a warmth in his heart, but a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

With a hint of teasing, he reached out and patted Zhao Bao's tense shoulder:

"Why do you look like you've lost your parents? Do you really think I, Liang Jin, am made of clay, that the eunuch can take my head with a single word?"

He glanced around at the silent, shadowy palace, lowered his voice, but his tone carried a strange certainty:

"Don't worry, I think the Grand Eunuch is kind-hearted and broad-minded. He wouldn't stoop to the level of a nobody like me."

Kind-hearted? Broad-minded?
Zhao Bao stared at Liang Jin, dumbfounded, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world, almost unable to catch his breath.

Wang Jin, the eunuch, was known throughout the entire Daqian court for his petty, vindictive, and ruthless nature.
Liang Jin's words were practically playing with his own life! He opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him again, but looking into Liang Jin's eyes, which remained calm and bright even in the night, all the words stuck in his throat.

He knew that it was too late to say anything now that things had come to this.

In the end, Zhao Bao could only let out a long, helpless sigh.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant; his shoulders slumped, and his voice was filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

"That's enough...that's enough..."

He gripped Liang Jin's arm tightly, conveying a silent worry:
"Let me take you to the Emperor's bedroom."

With that, Zhao Bao led Liang Jin forward.

The two wandered through the maze-like corridors and halls of the new mansion.

The night was deep, and the palace lanterns were dim, casting huge and distorted shadows on the carved beams and painted rafters.

Without the familiar armored figures and regular patrol footsteps of the Imperial Guards, the entire new residence appeared unusually empty and desolate.

It even... had an eerie, deathly stillness about it.

Liang Jin's steps were steady, but his gaze was sharp as a knife as he silently surveyed his surroundings.

Behind the pillars, beside the artificial hill, and under the moon gate, one can occasionally see fleeting shadows; those are the undercover agents of the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

Although they numbered in large numbers, their defenses were far less dense and tight compared to the Imperial Guards' system of rotating shifts, numerous sentry posts, and mutual support.
In such a vast palace, how can these hidden sentries truly prevent infiltration by those with ulterior motives?
Was Wang Jin overconfident in the strength of the Criminal Investigation Bureau?

Or perhaps... for this emperor who is nearing his end, some people already feel that the so-called "security" is actually insignificant?
Even...would they be happy to see an "accident" happen?
Liang Jin suddenly thought of the Empress.

If even the empress can be impersonated, what about the emperor?

This possibility certainly exists.

The premise is that the problem lies with the factory manager.

As my thoughts raced, the majestic and heavy gates of the palace came into view.

Outside the palace gate, the guards were not palace guards, but four officers dressed in the distinctive dark green, narrow-sleeved uniforms of the Imperial Guard, with long, narrow curved knives at their waists.

They were wiry and strong, with sharp eyes like hawks, and exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

As the two approached, the four of them, as if by unspoken agreement, stepped forward simultaneously, crossed their arms, and formed a cold barrier, blocking their path.

They didn't even give Zhao Bao any face; it seems they're directly under the eunuch's command.

Zhao Bao said in a deep voice:
"By order of the factory director!"

"Liang Jin, the commander of the Imperial Guards, has come to personally protect His Majesty!"

Upon hearing this, the four guards, like puppets on strings, moved aside in perfect unison, revealing the deep crack in the palace door.

The four men remained expressionless, but their gazes were like cold, sharp needles, fixed intently on Liang Jin.

Zhao Bao stopped and stood outside the palace gate, his face appearing even paler in the dim light of the palace lanterns.

He took a deep breath, his voice extremely low, carrying a heavy, farewell-like tone:
"Brother Jin, this is all I can take you. I'm not allowed to go inside."

"Remember, you must be very careful and avoid giving anyone any leverage over you."

"I will first inform the First Commander of the Grand Eunuch's instructions. I will come to inform you as soon as the Imperial Guards enter the new residence in an hour."

"One hour... just one hour!"

His eyes were filled with an overwhelming sense of worry.

After saying that, he didn't want to waste a single second and hurriedly left.

After watching Zhao Bao leave, Liang Jin no longer hesitated, resolutely turned around, and pushed open the two huge palace doors carved with coiled dragons and auspicious clouds.

A strong, almost nauseating stench surged forth like a tangible tide, instantly engulfing Liang Jin!

It was the unique bitter and spicy aroma of a mixture of various precious medicinal herbs, mixed with an indescribable strange smell, like a mixture of old grime and rotten sweetness.

Deep inside, there was a thick, impenetrable aura of death, a deathly atmosphere that seemed to belong to life on the verge of complete decay!

Liang Jin stepped into the palace.

The hall was dimly lit, with only dozens of thick white candles burning silently on the huge rosewood candlesticks on both sides of the front hall, their flickering flames casting shadowy shadows across the empty space.

The front hall was unusually empty, with only some screens and low couches for changing clothes, making it seem cold, deserted, and devoid of any human presence.

Beyond a heavy, bright yellow curtain, one enters the rear hall, the emperor's sleeping quarters.

The space there was relatively small and the light was dimmer.

A huge, almost exaggeratedly large, rosewood bed with dragon carvings occupied the center position, surrounded by layers of bright yellow gauze curtains, like a giant cocoon, tightly concealing what was inside the bed.

The gauze curtain was of the finest quality, as thin as a cicada's wing. In the dim candlelight, only a blurry, bloated human figure could be vaguely seen, sitting motionless within it.

"Ok?"

Alarm bells rang in Liang Jin's mind.

The emperor's palace, which should have been the core of imperial power, was now completely empty!
There were no palace maids standing by with their hands at their sides, no eunuchs waiting at any time, and no heavily guarded soldiers!
The only sounds were the occasional soft crackling of the burning candlelight and the clear echo of his boots hitting the gold bricks as he stepped into the hall.

Dead!

A chilling, absolute stillness, as if the whole world had abandoned it!
Liang Jin's gaze was sharp as lightning, quickly sweeping across every corner of the hall.

The silhouette behind the dragon bed and gauze curtains is Zhao Youzhao, the nominal ruler of the Great Qian Dynasty.
He suppressed the pounding in his heart, took a few steps forward, stopped about ten feet away from the dragon bed, knelt on one knee, and clasped his hands in a salute.

The loud voice echoed through the empty, deathly silent palace.
"Your Majesty, I am Liang Jin, the commander of the Imperial Guards, here to protect Your Majesty on the orders of Wang Jin, the eunuch! I pay my respects!"

The sound echoed, striking the cold walls and pillars, and then... gradually dissipated.

Behind the gauze curtain, there was only deathly silence.

That bulky silhouette remained motionless, offering no response.

Liang Jin remained in the bowing posture, waiting quietly for a moment.

The flickering candlelight cast his kneeling shadow long and short, distorted and deformed.

"emperor?"

He raised his voice slightly and called out again.

"emperor?!"

The sound was clearer in the open space.

There was still no sound inside the gauze curtain.

The blurry figure was like a clay or wooden sculpture, eerily silent.

Just as Liang Jin was filled with doubts and was about to get up to check,

His extraordinary hearing caught a faint, yet incredibly swift, sound outside the palace door.

That was the sound of several people simultaneously using their lightness skills, their toes touching the ground as they rapidly fled into the distance!
He abruptly stood up, rushed to the massive palace doors, and yanked them open a crack to peer out—

The porch outside the door was completely empty!
The four guards from the Criminal Investigation Bureau who had been standing like door gods had vanished without a trace!

The area around the palace was completely enveloped in a chilling, deathly silence and darkness.

It seems everyone here has been evacuated.

Liang Jin slowly closed the palace door, leaning against the cold, heavy door panel, his eyes instantly becoming incredibly sharp and cold.

At this point, it wouldn't be difficult to extricate oneself.

But since someone had arranged for him to be here, he was curious to see what they planned to do.

"Let me see what's wrong with the Emperor."

Without further hesitation, he turned around and walked step by step toward the depths of the palace, toward the dragon bed shrouded in layers of gauze curtains.

The soles of the boots made a clear and steady "tap, tap" sound as they stepped on the smooth, mirror-like gold brick floor.

As they got closer to the dragon bed, the strange smell, a mixture of medicinal odor and a rotten, sweet, and fishy stench, grew stronger and more pungent.

The texture of the gauze curtain was clearly visible under Liang Jin's sharp gaze.

The figure inside the tent remained seated, head bowed, motionless.

Just as Liang Jin was only three steps away from the dragon bed, preparing to reach out and remove the last barrier—

"Ho..."

A faint, almost imperceptible hissing sound, like the sucking of a broken bellows, suddenly came from inside the gauze curtain!

Liang Jin paused instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the bulky figure behind the gauze curtain trembled very slightly, almost imperceptibly.

It was as if the stone statue, which had been asleep for thousands of years, had been infused with its first breath of life.

Liang Jin narrowed his eyes slightly.

Inside the gauze curtain, the head that had been hanging low slowly and with great difficulty... was lifted up.

His movements were stiff, filled with a morbid sluggishness.

Liang Jin didn't move; he just watched quietly.

Finally, the head lifted to an angle, and the blurry outline seemed to turn in the direction where Liang Jin was.

Then, an extremely weak, dry, and hoarse sound, like sandpaper rubbing, drifted out intermittently from inside the gauze curtain.

With the faint, helpless bewilderment characteristic of someone on the verge of death:

“Come…someone…”

The sound was so faint that it was almost drowned out by the crackling of the candlelight.

"Light the lamp for me..."

The voice rose slightly with effort, but remained as faint as a whisper, filled with anxiety and fear:

"It's so dark...it's so dark...why...why aren't the lights on yet?!"

"Quickly...light the lamps! I...I can't see anything!"

Can't see it?!

Liang Jin's heart sank!
An ominous premonition instantly gripped him.

He subconsciously reached out and waved his hand vigorously and quickly in front of the gauze curtain a few times.

The raised head silhouette inside the tent showed no reaction whatsoever!

Those eyes seemed to exist entirely, completely oblivious to the hand movements so close to their own!
The emperor... has really gone blind!
"Where...where are they? Where did they all go?!"

Receiving no response, the voices from inside the gauze curtains suddenly became shrill, filled with a hysterical anger and a deep-seated fear, like the desperate roar of a trapped beast:
"Why...why is there no one serving me?!"

"You dog slaves! Are they all... all dead?! Get out here right now!"

"Otherwise...otherwise I...will order my men to chop off...chop off your heads!"

The weak voice trembled with extreme anger, yet sounded even more hollow and powerless, like tattered cotton sobbing in the wind.

Liang Jin stood outside the gauze curtain.

He listened silently to the helpless and fearful cries of this emperor who once held the power of life and death and whose words carried the weight of heaven.

What welled up in my heart was not awe, but an indescribable sigh.

It turns out that when the black wings of death truly descend, the so-called supreme ruler, the so-called Son of Heaven, stripped of his illusory halo, is no different from any other dying mortal in the world.

The same fear, the same helplessness, the same... loneliness of being abandoned by the world.

Liang Jin couldn't help but recall the kings of his past life: some were imprisoned and starved to death, some were assassinated, some were smothered to death by their favorite concubines, and some died of anger after discovering their empress's infidelity while seriously ill...

Various ways to die, all sorts of things.

Zhao Youzhao's current situation is not particularly surprising.

History often repeats itself; the pinnacle of power is often linked to the most desolate graves.

The Zhao Youzhao before us is nothing more than repeating that age-old tragic cycle.

"Someone, light the lamps! I...I'm so cold...it's so dark..."

The sounds from inside the gauze curtain gradually faded, turning into painful groans and mutterings, filled with childlike helplessness.

Suddenly, a violent coughing sound erupted from inside the tent!

"Cough cough cough... Heh... Heh..."

The coughing was heart-wrenching, as if it were trying to cough up all the internal organs.

With heavy breathing and coughing, the bloated figure inside the tent suddenly lunged forward, seemingly trying to struggle to get out of bed!

"Pfft!"

A dull, heavy thud!

The bulky body, wrapped in layers of thick blankets, lost its balance due to excitement and weakness, and rolled directly off the wide dragon bed!
The speed and momentum were so great that if Liang Jin hadn't reacted quickly and instinctively stepped back, that heavy body would have almost crashed onto his feet!
Zhao Youzhao crashed heavily onto the cold, hard gold brick floor like a heavy, tattered sack, letting out a painful groan.

The heavy brocade quilt wrapped around her body also came loose and slipped off.

Liang Jin's gaze naturally fell on the emperor, who was rolling on the ground.

Upon seeing this, even Liang Jin, whose will was as firm as iron, was struck as if by lightning, and his whole body trembled violently!
His pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, and the color drained from his face instantly. A chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle!

"This this……"

"how so……"

He stared intently at the emaciated body writhing in agony on the ground, clad in a bright yellow silk nightgown, his eyes filled with unprecedented horror and disbelief.

It was as if I had witnessed the most bizarre and unbelievable sight in the world!

(End of this chapter)