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Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a corner of the grand hall, where a girl dressed in a light blue embroidered long skirt was crouching. Her eyes occasionally darted around the hall, and her lively demeanor filled his heart with warmth.
Full of satisfaction, he thought that as long as she was well, everything would be fine!
On the way here, in less than half an hour since the incident occurred, various scenes flashed through his mind. The worst was yet to come.
However, until the final confirmation, he would not believe it. He could not believe that bright girl, whose smile blossomed like summer flowers after drawing the design sketches, who stood confidently on stage promoting her design philosophy.
At this moment, seeing her delicate figure and her big eyes twinkling with curiosity, Yang Yichen felt a warm surge rise in his chest, gathering at his eyes and spilling over as tears.
A man does not shed tears easily, but at this moment, he was overwhelmed with emotion and satisfaction.
Yet, within the grand hall, tensions were high. With a command from Queen Wang, a scream echoed: "Spare me, Empress! Spare me!"
The voice of the palace maid abruptly stopped; blood splattered everywhere as her body fell limply to the ground.
One after another, Dugu Han coldly watched Queen Wang's bloody methods without any reaction. Lives were as light as grass to her; even those palace maids who usually took care of him were no exception.
For those of royal blood, such bloodshed was nothing more than a spectacle they had grown accustomed to.
At this moment outside the palace gates, Wang Wenyuan's patience finally wore thin. His vanity had been greatly satisfied as he commanded: "Attack the palace gates!"
Behind him, tens of thousands of soldiers advanced rapidly, carrying thick wooden stakes as they charged toward the palace gates. They crashed against it again and again, determined to break through.
On the palace walls, the guarding soldiers sprang into action, shooting at the rebellious attackers with fierce intent.
In an instant, shouts of battle, drums of encouragement, and sounds of impact echoed through the skies.
In front of the palace gate, soldiers fell one after another, while reinforcements rushed in from behind, blood splattering everywhere.
At Yanlong Palace, Dugu Han's expression suddenly changed. How could he not know what the commotion outside was about?
However, that was not the worst news. The worst news was that on the palace wall, a burly man was exerting all his strength to fend off the enemy's attacks, repelling wave after wave of foes. Seeing Wang Wenyuan's anxious expression, he felt a slight sense of relief in his heart but dared not let his guard down.
After all, occupying the high ground, Wang Wenyuan's soldiers were suffering heavy losses. Just then, from behind him, a group suddenly burst out from the inner palace, leaving fallen guards in their wake and extinguishing vibrant lives.
His face changed dramatically. What could be worse than being attacked from both inside and outside?
He was almost in despair, leading thousands on the palace wall against more than ten thousand enemies—fighting one against two, no, one against three. To have held out this long was already a miracle in military history.
Yet, it was not enough.
Meanwhile, the situation at Yanlong Palace had reached a boiling point: "Your Majesty, the palace is now under my control, including your beautiful concubines. I want you to witness with your own eyes as your kingdom and your throne become ours."
At this moment, Queen Wang's face was twisted with rage as she looked at Dugu Han on the Dragon Bed.
"Why?" Dugu Han asked calmly for the first time.
"Hah! You still ask me why? You are the Emperor! Is there anything you desire that you cannot have? But I hate you; you ruined my life and kept me trapped within these palace walls for over twenty years, living in darkness."
Queen Wang fell into a certain memory; she had once been truly carefree, and the fairy tale of a scholar unfolded in her life.
However, the Emperor held a grand selection every three years, and the rules dictated that all eligible young women from official families must participate.
At times, she felt proud of her unparalleled beauty, yet during those moments, she despised her alluring appearance.
Naturally, she stood out during that selection, rising swiftly to gain the Emperor's favor and sitting upon the throne that countless women dreamed of.
But since becoming the Emperor's woman, she could not resist; she submitted to him, each encounter leaving a painful mark on her heart.
"Nevertheless, it doesn't matter. I have become the most esteemed woman in the land and will also be the Emperor's mother; that is enough!" Over time, she became blinded by the splendor of the palace, losing her sanity as she carved a bloody path within the harem.
As long as she became the most esteemed woman, she would no longer have to heed anyone's opinions. Holding power brought an irresistible sense of satisfaction, leading to over a decade of scheming.
To ensure her claim to the throne was seamless, two years ago, she began administering a certain drug to Dugu Han. It would not cause immediate death but would instead make him appear weak.
Most physicians would prescribe tonics for nourishment.
However, they did not realize that this was precisely the most lethal cause!
Weakness does not benefit from nourishment! Dugu Han's body grew weaker with each tonic he consumed, unaware that it was precisely those remedies that harmed him.
It turned out that this was all one grand deception. Although Dugu Han had long suspected something amiss, hearing Queen Wang articulate it clearly now struck him like thunder.
He could not help but tremble with rage after all these years, wishing to slice this betraying woman into pieces right then and there; however, he was bound by circumstances.
"Alright, the situation is set, you all know what to do!" Queen Wang commanded decisively, pulling herself away from her memories.
A group of soldiers rushed into the Inner Room, drawing their swords at Dugu Han.
Liu Qingxi, hidden in a corner, listened intently to the unfolding conversation and couldn't help but sigh; it was yet another melodramatic scene.
However, considering her own predicament, she truly felt like she was fighting for survival in a tight spot. Fortunately, the group that was tidying up their tools in a corner of the side hall was completely overlooked by Queen Wang.
Just as chaos erupted and the soldiers were about to strike Dugu Han with their swords, Liu Gonggong beside him moved.
Like a ghost, his figure appeared with incredible speed, blocking the sword aimed at Dugu Han in a split second.
No one expected such a sudden turn of events, nor could they believe that Liu Gonggong, a eunuch in his fifties, could act with such agility; it was truly astonishing.
Even Queen Wang was momentarily stunned but quickly regained her composure and shouted to a young man in black beside her, "You go!"
Since she dared to stage a coup, she certainly had some capability. This Black-Clad Youth beside her was exceptionally skilled and had been hired at great expense.
How could she dare to directly control Yanlong Palace without any experts by her side?
"Your Majesty, Liu Gonggong, stop your futile struggles! It's useless; my people are everywhere inside and outside the palace. Today, I will settle this!"
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