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That day, as I went downstairs for a meal, the voices of a few people at the next table drifted into my ears.
"Ah, the palace is about to face a storm of blood and chaos!"
"What’s going on? Didn’t we just defeat the Xiongnu not long ago?"
"How could you not know? I heard that Prince He is planning a coup..."
Even though their voices grew quieter, I understood every word. It turned out Su Yang had been deceiving me all along!
He said that the world was far less important than I was, that he wanted to escape with me, yet he was still hiding his intention to seize the throne from me.
My face burned with anger and disappointment as I hurried toward the palace. My heart raced, making each step feel unusually light, as if I were walking on cotton, my feet stumbling.
He Zheyang had indeed launched a coup; he had coveted this throne for a long time. After years of planning, he could not simply give up.
He had already decided to settle me in the safest inn first. Once the coup succeeded, he would personally come to fetch me, and together we would rule the world.
Imagining this beautiful scene made him smile. Then he waved his right hand, his arm slicing through the air powerfully, like an arrow piercing the sky. Suddenly, a tide of shouts erupted, instantly turning into a boiling massacre.
On this side, the Imperial Guard restrained the pale-faced Yun Yao as he approached. "Your Majesty, I have captured consort Yun who was trying to escape through the side door."
"I have treated you so well; how can you betray me?" He Zheyu questioned angrily.
Yun Yao wiped his face and said bitterly, "Well? How have you treated me well? After serving you for so many years, I'm still not as valued as some mysterious Zhi Su!"
"Since you do not love me, being empress means nothing to you, right?"
"When I become the Empress, I will force you to abdicate sooner!"
He Zheyu signaled to the Imperial Guard, and the guard tightened his grip around Yun Yao's neck.
Yun Yao did not resist; instead, he laughed loudly, a sound tinged with despair. "If you kill me, Zhi Su won't survive either! Zhi Su has consumed the Venomous Charm Pill I specially prepared for her!"
He Zheyu clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes. "Then I won't kill you for now. If I sever your tendons, you won't be able to use witchcraft against Zhi Su, right?"
Yun Yao looked pale as he gazed at He Zheyang, who had just entered with a sword. He shouted frantically, "Su Yang, save me!"
"You harmed Zhi Su so terribly; how can I save you?" He Zheyang replied coldly.
Yun Yao closed his eyes in sorrow. At that moment, he realized that both his husband and his beloved were still thinking of Zhi Su. He understood he had lost completely and bit his tongue to end his life, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
When I arrived at the entrance of Taihua Palace, I saw blood gushing from Yun Yao's lips. My mind was consumed with thoughts of how Yun Yao could die; how could this happen? I stood there in a daze, shock filling my eyes.
In my dazed state, I didn’t notice He Zheyang pointing his sword at He Zheyu's neck. Watching him remain motionless, He Zheyang asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"As long as you return Zhi Su to me, I am willing to give up the throne to you."
"Do you think you can still bargain with me?" A flash of white light appeared as He Zheyang angled his sword and lunged toward He Zheyu's chest.
No! When I suddenly saw the brothers about to clash, without a second thought, I stepped in front of He Zheyu. Regardless of their grievances or disputes, I understood what a coup meant; I didn't want He Zheyang to bear the burden of regicide for the rest of his life.
That burden was too heavy; my gaze was resolute.
In truth, life is like a phone call—either you hang up first or I do. Since Yun Yao is dead, I won’t survive more than an hour. Heaven has destined me to go first; it would be better for me to use my frail body to prevent them from killing each other.
“Su Yang, the throne is not yours. You promised me you wouldn’t fight for it.”
He Zheyang’s vision gradually blurred, like a puppet with its strings cut, allowing himself to be soaked in crimson blood. “I promise you, I will agree to anything you say!”
Then he picked me up in his arms, his hands trembling slightly as he walked toward the door. With each step, he moved further away from the Golden Throne that symbolized supreme power. He murmured, “ Zhi Su, I told you we would fly far away together. Have you forgotten?”
When I opened my eyes, I found myself back in my familiar room. My mother said that ever since I fell while filming, I had been in a feverish coma until now.
Could it be? Was my journey just a dream?
To preserve this memory, I picked up a pen and wrote my first script.
The director was deeply moved when he saw it, praising me repeatedly and helping me jump straight into production.
The film was released to great success, receiving enthusiastic responses from the audience.
At the celebration banquet, the director praised me over and over again and asked where my inspiration came from.
I didn’t speak; a sudden pain shot through my heart, and my brows furrowed slightly.
Then, glistening tears seeped from the corners of my eyes, falling onto the back of my hand before disappearing in an instant.
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