Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 662 Got into big trouble

The biting wind, carrying the strong smell of alcohol and blood, recklessly poured into the despair-filled side hall.

The young eunuch lay dying in the corner, surrounded by blood and filth; the air was so still it seemed to swallow one's heartbeat.

The palace maids and eunuchs collapsed to the ground, trembling like withered leaves in the autumn wind, their heads bowed low, their sobs choked back, leaving only their teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Xu Zhaorong suppressed the pounding in her chest and forced herself to stand up straight, her slender yet taut waist.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly, and said resolutely:
"His Majesty the new emperor has only just ascended the throne, and there has never been any talk of establishing a crown prince!"

Her gaze, like a needle tempered by fire, pierced Zhao Hongyi, who wore a moon-white brocade robe:

"You...you have such audacity! How dare you..."

"Impersonating a member of the imperial family and defiling the harem?!"

"If we do not retreat quickly..."

Her hand gripped a sharp beaded flower tightly, her knuckles frighteningly white.
"I will... immediately summon the inner palace guards! Arrest you... these arrogant and rebellious traitors, and bring you to justice!"

Her response was a mocking and disdainful snort from Zhao Hongyi's nostrils.

They didn't even bother to offer a rebuttal.

The burly man, however, grinned exaggeratedly and ferociously, as if he had heard an utterly absurd joke.

"My Lady Zhaorong... are you pretending to be stupid, or are you really that dumb?"

He took a step forward, exuding immense pressure, his spittle almost landing on Xu Zhaorong's pale face:
"Open your eyes wide and look carefully! His Majesty only has one precious prince, who is his own flesh and blood!"

"The Crown Prince? That's just a matter of time before an imperial edict is issued!"

His gaze swept fiercely over everyone trembling on the ground, his voice suddenly rising, carrying an air of absolute control and tyranny:
"Even that dragon throne! It will one day be our Highness's own! Do you understand?!"

As he said this, he suddenly grinned maliciously.

Then, like a cat playing with a mouse, he suddenly took out a waist token, weighed it in his palm, and then clenched it tightly to show it to Consort Xu.

That was clearly a bronze-cast imperial guard's waist badge!
"You want to call the guards?"

He grinned maliciously, his eyes sharp as daggers.

"I'm a squad leader under the commander of the guards!"

"Go ahead and yell at the top of your lungs! Let's see if those bastards listen to your wail, you washed-up concubine, or obey me when they get here!"

"Oh no!"

He drawled out the word playfully, then bowed obsequiously to Zhao Hongyi:

"They are under the command of our future...Crown Prince!"

The cold, reflective gleam of the waist tag, like a stamp of death, was smeared deeply on everyone's hearts.

Xu Zhaorong staggered and almost lost her balance.

despair!

Utter despair!
In rural areas, widows who have lost their husbands are often easily bullied.

But in this deep palace, the concubines who have lost their emperor are not even as good as ants!
Without that seemingly magnificent but actually weak barrier, who in the world would stand by her side in the face of Zhao Hongyi, who was about to seize the throne of the imperial family?
Who would?

"What...what exactly do you intend to do?!"

Xu Zhaorong's voice was hoarse, filled with a blood-like anger and shattered despair.

Zhao Hongyi seemed to have finally been ignited by these words, and he burst into a sharp and maniacal laugh!

"What do you intend to do? Hahahaha..."

Laughter echoed wildly in the silent palace, filled with a perverse sense of satisfaction.

He laughed loudly as he approached, his eyes, reddened by the smell of alcohol, brazenly scanning Xu Zhaorong's features and figure as if he were appraising a fine offering.

"It's long been said that Consort Xu is so beautiful she can make men..."

He licked his lips, his voice as slippery as a cold snake's tongue:

"So intoxicating, so captivating, I linger... I can't bear to leave!"

At this moment, he finally tore off his last shred of pretense.

Deep within his eyes churned an undisguised, bone-deep, vicious hatred!

Do you hate Consort Xu?

Do not!
He had no grudges or interactions with Consort Xu; this was merely their first meeting.

A forgotten Zhaorong was nothing more than a casual and effortless sacrifice in his revenge plan!

What he hated was that damned emperor who had brought his family down from grace—that damned Zhao Youzhao!
The fiefdom of Huaiyang was originally a place of wealth and carefree living, a place of unbridled joy!

That dog of an emperor tricked my father into coming to the capital with a hypocritical imperial edict!
From then on, his father, Zhao Yu, was imprisoned and suffered all kinds of humiliation. In order to survive, the dignified prince could only pretend to be crazy and imitate pig noises in a cold iron cage!
That damned emperor even made outrageous remarks in public, saying he would uproot the Huaiyang Prince's Mansion and slaughter the entire family!
That period was the longest winter of Zhao Hongyi's life!
Fear enveloped him at all times.

He went to the capital in his capacity as the heir apparent of the Prince of Huaiyang, and through various channels, he was determined to rescue his father.

He wagged his tail and begged for mercy like a dog, kneeling before countless cold, arrogant, and even sleazy doorsteps!
He tasted every drop of bitterness from the coldness of the world and endured countless slaps, both open and covert!

No matter how he tried to maneuver or how he ran around, the overwhelming despair always pressed down on him.

Under the emperor's power, Zhao Hongyi was nothing more than a tiny speck of dust!

That damned emperor could crush everything he had painstakingly built with just a single, casual remark!
Fear gnaws at my heart! Despair gnaws at my bones!
But boundless rage and insane hatred also burned in his heart!

Finally, God has eyes!!
That damned emperor is finally dead!

And he, Zhao Hongyi…

Turn over!
Father is the Emperor!
He... is the future crown prince! The future ruler of the world!
He wants revenge!

This agonizing thought was frantically eroding his last shred of reason!
The emperor is dead, and whipping his corpse could not quell even a fraction of his hatred, nor would he have had the chance to do so!
That dog emperor's only bloodline, that lowly maid named Zhao Xiling, is not even in the capital!

and so……

He could only vent his anger on that dog emperor's woman!
Nothing gives him more pleasure in revenge than torturing and ravaging that dog emperor's woman.

This was the most satisfying revenge Zhao Hongyi could imagine!
however.

Zhao Hongyi dared not touch those concubines with powerful backgrounds and illustrious families.

If word got out that he, as a prince, had touched the late emperor's woman, he would surely be condemned by the world.

Especially now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, and his position is not yet secure, he still needs the support of the families of his concubines.

Only this one in front of me...

Born into a commoner family with no power or influence, and no connections or background, there's no need to worry about having Xu Zhaorong as a powerful backer!

Tonight, I will wantonly humiliate and ravage her, and trample her into the filthy mud!

Tomorrow, throw her into the imperial mausoleum like a dead dog to be buried alive with the emperor, and this matter will never be known to the outside world!
Let that dog emperor be in the underworld, listening to his woman's desperate wails in the deepest darkness until she is hoarse!

This is the most vicious revenge against him!
"Xu Zhaorong!"

Zhao Hongyi's rough fingers, reeking of hot alcohol, suddenly gripped her cold chin:
"If you don't want to be buried alive deep in the mausoleum, tearing each other apart in the cold, filthy place with those other wretches who are also destined to die, fighting until your scalp bleeds over a mouthful of rotting food, and finally rotting in that cold stone coffin in despair..."

His fingertips wickedly caressed her delicate skin, feeling her desperate trembling:

"You should... obediently serve this prince well!"

"Perhaps..."

He grinned, his teeth gleaming white in the dim light.

"In a moment of pleasure, I... will grant you a swift and painless death!"

During the Great Qianlong era, some people were given three feet of white silk or poisoned wine to die before being buried with the emperor.

In some cases, it is necessary to imprison living people in underground tombs.

Because living people can absorb oxygen from the tomb, achieving the effect of preservation and anti-oxidation.

When a group of living people are locked in a tomb, they will desperately try to escape from the tomb out of their survival instinct, constantly digging, smashing, and banging, which will exhaust their energy and cause them to inhale more oxygen.

Even when there is no food or water, these people who are buried alive will kill each other and treat each other as food.

It is said that after the previous emperor was buried, the desperate howls and cries of the people buried with him could be heard on the ground and lasted for four whole days before they finally subsided.

Therefore, all those who were to be buried alive longed for a three-foot-long white silk ribbon or poisoned wine to be completely freed from their suffering, fearing that they would be chosen as living human sacrifices.

Zhao Hongyi dared to make such a threat because he truly had the ability to arrange it that way.

The inhuman, mournful cries and desperate gnawing that echoed for days deep within the underground palace...

That legendary, chilling, sticky, hellish scene...

Enough to break even the toughest nerves!
Xu Zhaorong's originally pale face instantly lost all color, becoming as transparent as parchment.

That immense, inhuman terror gripped her heart!

Zhao Hongyi interpreted this trembling as a surrender to fear.

proud!

Endless smugness!
Twisted hatred transforms into a morbid satisfaction!

"Then... come on!"

He let out a low growl, his eyes blazing with desire, as if he wanted to crush the stunning beauty before him and the flames of revenge together!
"This prince will let you experience... a feeling ten thousand times more pleasurable than before!"

He spread his arms wide, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, and suddenly grabbed Xu Zhaorong's thin shoulders, wanting to completely pull her into his embrace and utterly crush all her resistance and dignity!
Flashlight!
"Snapped--!!!"

A sharp, crisp slap, like the sound of ice breaking, suddenly rang out!

A searing pain instantly burned half of Zhao Hongyi's cheek!
That was more than just a slap!

It was an even greater humiliation, a slap in the face to his inflated ego!

Xu Zhaorong's chest heaved violently, and the hand that had just slapped her trembled slightly as it fell to her side.

She straightened her back, and her eyes, which had been filled with tears of fear, now burned with a resolute flame, as if she were willing to perish together with the enemy!
That gaze, like a red-hot needle, pierced deeply into Zhao Hongyi's distorted pupils:
"I am Zhaorong, bestowed the title by imperial decree of the late Emperor! I am honored with the dignity of a noblewoman!"

The voice was sharp and clear, carrying an inviolable air of authority!
"How dare you, worse than pigs and dogs, defile me at will?!"

"You'll only die!"

A cold, mocking smile even curled at the corners of her lips:

"What is there to fear?!"

That disdainful attitude instantly reduced the high and mighty "future crown prince" to dust beneath his feet!

Zhao Hongyi originally came to bully Xu Zhaorong, but he didn't expect to be so contemptuous and humiliated by this woman. When he heard Xu Zhaorong mention the late emperor, his anger instantly surged.

This made him roar like a wild beast, and he punched Xu Zhaorong's beautiful cheek with a fierce wind!

"Ugh—!"

Xu Zhaorong let out a painful groan, and the world suddenly went dark before her eyes!

She fell backward in a disheveled manner, crashing heavily onto the cold, gold-brick floor!
Blood gushed from her nose and the cracked corner of her mouth in an instant, smearing half of her pretty face with a tragic and stunning beauty!
She struggled to lift her head, the intense dizziness and pain blurring her consciousness, but her eyes, half-stained with blood yet still bright, remained fixed on Zhao Hongyi's ferocious face!

A curse-like rebuke burst forth from her blood-stained lips and teeth:
"In terms of...in terms of seniority...I was a concubine of the late Empress...I am the wife of your father's former brother! I am your rightful...Imperial Aunt!"

"When I am in the netherworld... I will meet with the spirits of the Great Ancestor and all my ancestors...!"

"I will weep blood and shed tears of blood to accuse you, you beast who has defied human ethics, disregarded heavenly principles, and is worse than a pig or a dog!"

Every word was like adding fuel to the fire of hatred in Zhao Hongyi's heart!

"You vile woman! You lowly Consort Zhao! Do you really think you're the Empress?!"

Zhao Hongyi's face was completely distorted by the heart-piercing curse and the jarring seniority relation!

His wildly escalating rage was almost bursting through his temples!

He let out a beastly roar:
"Hold her down!!!"

"Tear her mouth apart! Don't let her bite her tongue! This prince wants to hear her wailing of being unable to live or die!"

The burly man and his entourage charged forward in response!
Like a pack of wolves holding down a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!
Several rough hands gripped Xu Zhaorong's wrists and ankles tightly, pinning her to the cold ground in a disheveled and desperate state!
The burly man showed no mercy, grabbing her jawbone with his large hand and twisting it violently with a skillful grappling technique!
Snap—!!!
The sound of dislocated joints was clear and piercing!
The excruciating pain caused Xu Zhaorong's eyes to roll back!

Her jaw collapsed at an extremely unnatural angle, and blood mixed with saliva flowed uncontrollably down her chin. She could only let out meaningless, hoarse, broken sobs...

He couldn't utter another word!

Zhao Hongyi looked down at the scene with a sense of superiority, and his twisted pleasure finally overwhelmed his rage.

He smugly straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, his eyes greedily sweeping over Xu Zhaorong's desperate yet unyielding eyes, his gaze filled with nothing but pure, sadistic possessiveness.

"Consort Xu?"

He slowly and deliberately began to unfasten his elaborate and expensive brocade belt and jade buckles, his movements carrying a nauseatingly provocative and oppressive air:

"You have quite a fiery temper, don't you?"

"Excellent! This prince..."

A cruel smile curved his lips as he spoke, each word deliberate and deliberate:
"I just like it..."

"Taming...a...wild...horse!"

As he uttered the last word, he loosened his belt, revealing his inner garment beneath his disheveled clothes.

With a savage grin of certainty, he was about to pounce on the stunning beauty who lay motionless on the ground, like a sacrificial lamb!
"Don't be afraid!"

"Wait a minute..."

"So pleasurable it'll make you feel like you're in heaven... or even... dying!"

The palace maids and eunuchs, utterly crushed by fear, huddled on the ground, too afraid to even look, trembling like quails awaiting slaughter.

at this time!

A slender, small figure, like a moth drawn to a flame, burst out from the corner with a desperate cry!

"You are not allowed to—harm Her Majesty—!!!"

It's a palace maid—Su Lian!
She lunged at him with all her might, like a madwoman!

Her thin arms clung tightly to Zhao Hongyi's arm!

Then she looked down... at Zhao Hongyi's unsuspecting upper arm!
He used all the strength he had in his life, fiercely and with all his might!

...and took a bite!
"what--!!!"

A sudden, heart-wrenching scream abruptly shattered the beastly act that was about to be completed!

Zhao Hongyi felt a sharp, intense pain coming from his arm!

He looked down—

under the moonlight.

A shocking wound! The flesh was torn off!

Fresh blood gushed out instantly like a small spring!
You can even clearly see the deep, bloody teeth marks around the wound!
A piece of meat! She actually tore it off with her bare hands!

fury!
The raging fury instantly shattered Zhao Hongyi's last remaining bestial instincts!
His eyes instantly turned blood red!

Like an enraged wild boar!

"You lowly...lowly weeds!!"

He screamed like a madman!

He grabbed Su Lian by the thin collar of her dress, which was still struggling violently, and lifted her light body up as easily as if she were a rag doll!

The power of his rage twisted his entire body!
"You dare...bite...me?!"

Accompanied by this hysterical roar!
He grabbed Su Lian's small, struggling, kicking body!

Use all your strength!

Facing the cold, hard, angular base of the main hall's rosewood pillars beside him...

Ruthless! Ruthless! ...

Throw! Slam! And! Go!
boom--! ! !
A dull, heart-stopping thud!
The little palace maid's body, like a puppet with its strings cut, crashed violently into the jagged edges of the pillar!

A dull thud came from the head and spine that made your teeth ache and your bones feel cold!

Then his whole body slumped down like a tattered sack!
No more sound.

Only the thick, dark blood, like eerie, enormous flowers, spread rapidly across the gold-brick ground beneath her...

"Hmph! They deserved to die!"

Zhao Hongyi was still seething with anger, panting and cursing as he forcefully tore at his sleeve to try and bandage the horrific, bleeding wound.

It's just the death of a lowly slave!

In this deep palace, it's no different from stepping on a howling wild cat!

at this time.

One of his attendants seemed to sense something and came to the body of the young palace maid.

When the attendant shone his lantern toward the young palace maid's face, and saw her features clearly by the light, he was so startled that he trembled.

The lantern he was holding unconsciously crashed to the ground with a loud bang!
The flickering firelight illuminated the blood-stained profile of the young palace maid lying on the ground.

A deathly pale... stiff... yet vaguely familiar face!

The follower's pupils suddenly contracted violently! Then they dilated!
He suddenly raised his head, his face even paler than Consort Xu in the hall, and his voice was completely distorted by extreme shock!

"Your Highness, Your Highness——!!"

He practically scrambled to Zhao Hongyi's side, stammering incoherently, his voice trembling so much he could barely form sentences:
"Something terrible has happened!!"

Zhao Hongyi, wincing and bandaging his wound, was increasingly irritated by the commotion. He angrily shoved away the attendant who was about to pounce on him.
"Get out of my way, Xue Feng!"

"Are you fucking terrified?!"

He pointed to the small pool of blood on the ground and the limp body of Su Lian, and roared with disdain and rage:

"A lowly palace maid! Something as insignificant as an ant?! No one would even blink if a thousand of her died!"

"Can anything be more important than the important 'business' I'm currently handling?! Get out of my way!!"

The attendant named Xue Feng was pushed and stumbled, but he grabbed Zhao Hongyi's arm tightly again!

Because of immense fear, his strength became astonishing:

"It's her! It's her! It's Su Lian! Your Highness!!!"

He almost roared it out, his finger trembling as he pointed at the silent corpse:

"She...she is..."

He gasped for breath, uttering with great difficulty the two names that seemed to carry a deadly curse:
"Liang Jin!! Zhao Bao!!"

"Those two... my adopted sisters whom I treated like my own!!!"

Zhao Hongyi, who was about to continue assaulting Xu Zhaorong, suddenly froze!
It felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head and toes!
That mind, consumed by lust and the smell of alcohol, was cleaved open by this thunderous name!

"Who?"

He abruptly turned his head, his eyes fixed on Xue Feng's face, contorted with extreme terror, then looked down incredulously at the little palace maid's corpse on the ground, as if an invisible ghostly hand were gripping his throat.

"Liang...who? Who...whose sworn sister?!"

Xue Feng was on the verge of despair and going crazy:

"Liang Jin, Commander of the Palace Guards! Zhao Bao, Second-in-Command of the Imperial Censorate!"

"They...the three of them grew up like siblings! Their sister, Su Lian!!"

He had stood guard with Liang Jin before, and had naturally seen Su Lian and Zhao Bao come to see Liang Jin several times, and knew about the relationship between the three.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongyi's raging anger and excitement vanished instantly, like the receding tide!
A bone-chilling coldness surged wildly upwards along Zhao Hongyi's spine!
He abruptly shook off Xue Feng's hand, pacing back and forth like a trapped beast, scratching his hair in frustration, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

"Fuck you!"

After a moment of shock, he suddenly burst into a forced, blustering roar, as if trying to dispel the rapidly spreading panic:

"Who are you trying to fool?!"

"Zhao Bao?! Liang Jin?! One of them is a castrated lackey! The other is a soldier who only rose to power because of my father's imperial favor!"

He waved his still-bleeding arm, his voice growing increasingly shrill and piercing with urgency:
"Their adopted sister?! So what if she's their biological mother?! Even if... even if she really is their biological sister!!"

"What are they good for?! They're just dogs who serve our Heavenly Family!"

“My father gave them official positions! He gave them wealth and honor! They should be willing to risk their lives to be loyal to him!”

"What's wrong with the death of a lowly palace maid?! This is what they should pay for serving the royal family!!"

He roared, spittle flying, as if speaking to Xue Feng, but more like frantically trying to convince himself:
"If they were any better, they would be kneeling and thanking me obediently! How dare they oppose this prince over such a trivial matter?!"

"You dare to challenge me?!"

"Look carefully! This world belongs to the Zhao family! It belongs to me, the prince!"

He roughly wiped the blood from his face, his voice filled with twisted arrogance and a barely perceptible... unease:
"Liang Jin! Does he even deserve to cause trouble for me, Zhao Hongyi, for his worthless life?!"

"If it weren't for their tiny contribution to my father's ascension to the throne... I would have fucking dealt with them long ago!"

The hysterical shouts echoed in the empty hall, yet sounded strangely hollow and powerless.

The air felt even more stagnant than before, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, making every breath feel heavy and oppressive.

Xue Feng lowered her head and listened silently to this frantic self-comfort.

If it were someone else, they might not dare to offend Zhao Hongyi for the sake of a mere palace maid.

But that's Liang Jin!

Xue Feng knew Liang Jin's temperament all too well; he knew all too well the terrifying ruthlessness and cruelty hidden in Liang Jin's bones!
That guy is a madman!
When he goes crazy, he doesn't care about hierarchy or the difference in status between himself and the other person!
He's capable of anything!

Xue Feng knew that Zhao Hongyi had also suffered at Liang Jin's hands and should know Liang Jin's temper.

really.

After pacing back and forth for a while, Zhao Hongyi seemed to have finally calmed down. He went to Xue Feng's side and asked in a low voice:

"If we get rid of everyone here, including Consort Xu and these palace maids, can we keep this a secret?"

Xue Feng shook his head helplessly.

This group of people, drunk, broke into the inner palace and caused such a commotion.

Countless people along the way heard it clearly.

The guards, the concubines, and the skilled eunuchs nearby all knew what they were doing.

The reason no one is coming to us now is because those people don't want to offend Zhao Hongyi.

But since so many people know about it, it's destined that it can't be kept hidden any longer.

Zhao Baoke is the second-in-command of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and Liang Jinke is the commander of the Imperial Guards.

If the two of them join forces to investigate the truth here, how could they possibly fail to find out?

In particular, if Liang Jin is truly determined to investigate, he will definitely stop at nothing.

Zhao Hongyi's lips twitched, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"I really don't believe that Liang Jin can do anything to me."

"My father is his master, and I am his young master!"

"He wants to oppose me? He'll have to consider my father... consider the court... consider whether the whole world will agree!"

Zhao Hongyi was naturally angry.

He initially looked down on Liang Jin, but eventually had to personally apologize to Liang Jin and beg him for forgiveness.

This had long made him dissatisfied with Liang Jin.

But Zhao Hongyi used to be able to endure.

He knew that Liang Jin was on his side, and that his father had been able to ascend the throne smoothly thanks to Liang Jin's crucial role.

As long as the Emperor is alive, he will surely give Liang Jin a high position.

For the sake of the bigger picture, Zhao Hongyi had no choice but to keep his dissatisfaction with Liang Jin to himself.

But at this moment, he finally couldn't help but speak his mind.

Xue Feng also knew that Zhao Hongyi was just saying things out of anger.

After saying those angry words, Zhao Hongyi will calm down.

really.

"Go find my father, the Emperor!"

Zhao Hongyi gasped, the last trace of color draining from his face, leaving only ashen regret and unease. He shoved Xue Feng away.

"Immediately!! Go to the Imperial Study!!"

Like a stray dog, he frantically fastened his loose belt and staggered out of the ravaged, blood-soaked place.

The group of followers, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly released the nearly lifeless and still terrified Xu Zhaorong and rushed after Zhao Hongyi's hasty escape.

The restraints were suddenly released!

Xu Zhao endured the excruciating pain in his jaw and struggled to forcefully return to its original position with his aching wrist.

She staggered, almost crawling, to the horrifying pool of blood that was rapidly spreading at the entrance of the palace.

Su Lian's small body lay there quietly, her cheek pressed against the cold ground, covered with dirt and the dark brown scarlet stains that had long since solidified.

Those eyes, once bright and clear, always filled with innocent hope, are now...

She could no longer open her eyes.

"Small... small..."

Xu Zhaorong opened her mouth, but only managed to utter hoarse, broken sounds.

With trembling hands, wet with blood and tears, she gently placed them on Su Lian's cold cheeks, skin that had lost all warmth...

Immense grief crashed down like a collapsing mountain!

All the accumulated fear, humiliation, and despair were completely shattered by the small, lifeless body before him!

She bent over abruptly, pressing her forehead against the cold, blood-stained ground!
The cries and wails could no longer be contained!
A piercing, soul-wrenching wail suddenly erupted:
"Xiao Lian—!!!!!"

Every word is heart-wrenching!

That voice was filled with the purest, most irretrievable...

collapse!

Xue Feng stood a few steps away, like a clay or wooden sculpture.

He stared blankly at Xu Zhaorong's despairing figure as she lay weeping over her corpse.

Frustrated!

A heavy, suffocating feeling, as if his heart were filled with lead, made it hard for him to breathe!
He and Liang Jin had once shared a bond of camaraderie.

Although we couldn't understand each other at times, it wasn't a big deal.

With the new emperor's ascension to the throne, the two sides could have rebuilt their friendship and buried the hatchet with a drink.

But who knew tonight...

He didn't want any of this to happen.

But Zhao Hongyi was his master, so he had no choice but to stand on Zhao Hongyi's side.

He closed his eyes, as if he could see the bloody storm that was about to engulf everything.

The alcohol and recklessness of that night have already caused irreversible consequences...

His stiff neck slowly lifted.

Outside the palace gate.

In that deep, boundless, seemingly frozen space of endless sin and icy darkness...

In the east, a faint, almost deathly pale light...

Fish belly white...

It seeped out!

A new day...

It's coming soon.

Before long, Liang Jin will enter the palace and learn all about this.

The palace had finally calmed down, but now... it's going to be stained with blood again.

Xue Feng sighed deeply, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

He gritted his teeth, suddenly turned his body, and walked with heavy steps, as if he were carrying invisible shackles.

They fled from here as if they were running away.

(End of this chapter)