The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

A colorless and odorless powder.

Following the scalding hot tea that flew everywhere, and the shattered porcelain pieces that splashed in all directions, they rushed forward.

Caught off guard, Consort Jing, Granny Gui, and the other fierce maids and servants were enveloped in dust.

The powder dissolved into their bloodstream through their open mouths and rapidly breathing nostrils.

Consort Jing waved her arms in terror, trying to block the hot tea that was being splashed at her.

Anger burned fiercely in his chest, and he prepared to put on the airs of an imperial concubine and order this arrogant and ignorant wild girl to be beaten to death with sticks.

However, the vicious command was not yet uttered.

A strange, cool sensation rushed from her nostrils to the top of her head; an invisible hand took control of her brain.

Consort Jing felt a loud "buzz" in her brain.

Her delicate features, contorted with anger and terror, froze.

Immediately afterwards, an impulse that could not be suppressed by reason erupted from her internal organs like a volcano.

Her two taut red lips twitched violently.

Then, against her own will, the corners of her mouth turned up wildly at an eerie angle toward the base of her ears!

"Goose...goose goose goose..."

A low, strange laugh, like that of a choked old goose, rolled out from Consort Jing's throat.

The laughter grew louder and more unrestrained, completely breaking free from the confinement of the throat.

His laughter turned into a deafening, bell-like roar that echoed throughout the entire Zhaoyang Palace!

"Hahahaha! Goose, goose, goose, goose!"

Consort Jing let out a deafening burst of wild laughter as she lowered the arm that had been covering her face.

Not only her, but also Granny Gui, who had rushed to the front and tried to hold down Su Yaoyao.

And those burly, fierce-looking palace maids.

They were all like tickles, joining in this crazy, hilarious sing-along.

Inside Zhaoyang Palace, the incessant, cacophonous sounds of "goose goose goose" and "hahahaha" filled the air.

But this is only the first stage of the onset of the "half-step epilepsy with a smile".

As the best-selling prank drug in the interstellar era, its most terrifying aspect lies in its control over the body's motor nerves!

"Hahaha...my legs...what's wrong with my legs...hahahaha!"

Consort Jing was horrified to discover that her body was no longer under her control.

Her feet, clad in expensive Shu brocade flower-shaped shoes, involuntarily took a large step forward, causing the hair ornaments on her head to jingle loudly.

Immediately afterwards, he crossed his left foot and slid his right foot.

Her waist, cinched to an extreme thinness by a corset, writhed violently to an invisible, wild rhythm!

Twist twice to the left, twist twice to the right, and make an exaggerated circle with your buttocks.

The two arms, clad in long, openwork pure gold armor, resembled two strands of seaweed fluttering in a gale.

It danced wildly and erratically in mid-air.

That posture! That gait!

This breathtakingly beautiful rhythm!

Granny Gui was not to be outdone.

She was a strict and rigid governess with a deadpan expression, feared by all the palace servants.

He was grinning with a gaping maw, his back teeth clearly visible.

With her hands on her thick waist, as thick as a water bucket, her huge buttocks swayed wildly from side to side, jumping ten times more energetically than Consort Jing!

"Hahahaha! Your Majesty... this old servant can't stop... hahahaha!"

While laughing wildly, Granny Gui strode with devilish steps and bumped headfirst into Consort Jing.

The second stage of the drug's effects: the manic-physical interaction phase!

Consort Jing, who was knocked off balance, had red eyes and her face covered in tears of humiliation.

But on his face was a wild, distorted laugh.

"Hee hee hee! You blind old fool, how dare you offend me... Hahaha!"

Consort Jing stretched out her hands while letting out uncontrollable, jingling laughter.

He grabbed Granny Gui's meticulously combed, old-fashioned hair bun.

With such force, a large clump of hair mixed with white hair was torn off.

Despite the pain, Granny Gui's laughter grew even louder, tears and snot streaming down her face.

Not to be outdone, she grabbed the collar of Consort Jing's magnificent bright red peony palace dress.

"Hahaha! Your Majesty, I'm so sorry, this old servant couldn't control his hands... Hahaha!"

The two were on the gold bricks in the very center of the main hall.

They were dancing cringeworthy square dances while simultaneously engaging in a shameless brawl!

Consort Jing's priceless phoenix gold hairpin was pulled to the ground, her long black hair disheveled.

The expensive bright red palace dress was torn open by Granny Gui, revealing the white undergarment underneath.

The old face of Granny Gui was slashed with a long, bloody gash by Consort Jing's sharp, pure gold nail guards.

Several palace maids who had been affected also couldn't help but join the fray.

They pulled each other's hair, tore at each other's clothes, and rolled around on the smooth gold brick floor, laughing wildly as they rolled.

No matter how hard they hit, how painfully they pulled, or how ripped their clothes.

Everyone had a fanatical smile on their face and kept making crazy "goose goose goose" laughs.

It's a million times more terrifying than the chaotic dance of demons in the underworld!

Inside Zhaoyang Palace, the palace maids and eunuchs who hadn't been exposed to the powder were completely dumbfounded.

Everyone stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, their bodies ice-cold.

Some of the young eunuchs didn't even notice when the whisks they were holding fell to the ground.

Some of the palace maids were so frightened that they covered their mouths with their hands, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

This……

Is this still the same aloof, dignified, and powerful Consort Jing who held sway over the six palaces?!

Is this still the same Granny Gui who used to scold and beat palace servants at the drop of a hat, and who always had rules and etiquette on her lips?!

They are now disheveled, their clothes in disarray, rolling on the ground laughing wildly.

Even more despicable than a scoundrel throwing a tantrum!

"Sizzle!"

A loud tearing sound suddenly rang out.

During the intense struggle between Consort Jing and Granny Gui, her body sank downwards.

Two legs that had never received flexibility training were forced to move under the influence of the drug.

On the hard, cold gold brick floor, he actually did a perfect split!

"Hahahaha! It hurts so much... My thigh feels like it's going to break... Hehehehehe!"

Consort Jing was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face, her face twitched, but she still maintained a bright smile, and her laughter couldn't stop.

He sat on the ground in a terrible split, waving his hands in rhythm.

It is extremely harmful, and even more so, insulting!

The instigator of this shocking farce was Princess Su Yaoyao, who was only eight years old.

He clung to a golden nanmu pillar in the center of the main hall, trembling.

Her delicately sculpted face was hidden behind a pillar, revealing only a pair of clear, large eyes.

His eyes were practically brimming with cunning and schadenfreude.

[Tsk tsk tsk, this square dancing is completely out of rhythm, and the limbs are totally uncoordinated.]

[But her splits were really impressive, no wonder it's the spiced, wild dance version!]

[You old hag, you dared to talk to me about rules? Today I'll show you what rules really are!]

Su Yaoyao was internally making a crazy judgment, but on the surface, she was a pitiful little thing who was terrified.

She took a deep breath and produced two crystal-clear tears.

Her eyes reddened, and she opened her throat, letting out a scream a hundred times more piercing than before.

"There's a ghost!!!"

The child's shrill cries pierced through the chaos of Zhaoyang Palace and soared into the sky.

While pretending to be extremely terrified and shrinking behind a pillar, Su Yaoyao pointed her trembling little finger at Consort Jing, who was doing the splits and laughing wildly on the ground.

"Waaaaah! The Imperial Concubine has been possessed by an evil spirit!"

"She's gone mad! She's going to eat people! She's possessed!"

"Help! Someone save me! Father, save me!"

Su Yaoyao cried so hard it was heartbreaking, her face streaked with tears, as if she had been utterly terrified.

Anyone who didn't know better would really think she was a child terrified by evil spirits.

Her terrified expression contrasted sharply with the madmen in the center of the hall, who were both fighting and laughing maniacally.

The magnificent Zhaoyang Palace was made to look like a living hell.

The palace maids and eunuchs who were terrified shuddered when they heard Su Yaoyao say "possessed by an evil spirit."

Yup!

If it's not possession by evil spirits, if it's not being possessed by a demon.

How could the Imperial Concubine, who always valued her reputation above all else, possibly do something so utterly absurd?!

"It's haunted! The Empress is possessed!"

Several of the younger palace servants couldn't hold on any longer, screamed in fright, and collapsed to the ground.

The Zhaoyang Palace was plunged into unparalleled chaos and panic.

The sounds of wild laughter, tearing clothes, palace servants' screams, and a little girl's pitiful cries created a chaotic and unsettling atmosphere.

While wiping away non-existent tears, Su Yaoyao listened intently to the sounds outside the door.

almost.

The atmosphere has been built up to this extent.

It's time for the bystander who's been watching the show from outside to make their official entrance and bring it to a perfect close.

Just as Su Yaoyao's cry of "Father, save me!" was still echoing on the beams of the main hall.

"Bang!!!"

The heavy, bronze-clad gate of Zhaoyang Palace was kicked open from the outside!

The immense force caused the two door panels to slam heavily against the wall, producing a deafening roar.

The cold wind outside, mixed with the chilling imperial pressure, swept through the hall.

Su Zhen strode across the high threshold.

Dressed in a black dragon robe, with a Longquan sword at his waist, he was so tall that he seemed like a god descending from heaven.

However, this was the Great Yuan Emperor who had been poking holes in the window and watching the whole show with great interest.

His handsome face was so gloomy it seemed to drip black water.

His eyes burned with fury as he stared at the glaringly bright center of the hall.

But if you look closely, you'll find...

The tyrant's lips, pressed into a straight line, were twitching violently.