"Silly child, don't make the mistake of recognizing me. I am your aunt." As she spoke, Wang Ruo tiptoed slightly and gently patted Wang Yanzhou's forehead. She remembered that in the last days of Wang Zhen's life, he kept talking about him all day long and telling her all the little stories and little actions between them.

Wang Yanzhou suddenly realized that this was the woman who had asked for directions to Qingliang Valley. "You are the one who saved my life that day!"

Wang Ruo smiled and nodded, without saying anything else. She turned around and looked at Emperor Gan Zhao, who was slumped on the ground, still smiling: "Tell me, if I tell the world about the good things you did back then, how will people in this world view you?"

The eunuchs and guards outside the palace were already shocked when they saw everything before them. When they heard this woman who looked exactly like the late queen saying such suggestive words, they couldn't help but whisper to the people around them.

Emperor Gan Zhao didn't care about controlling his words at this moment. He just covered his chest, gasped and said with wide eyes: "You, you are Wang Zhen's sister? Impossible, she has no relatives at all, how could it be!"

Wang Ruo covered her mouth and laughed out loud. Should she say he was naive or stupid? According to what they said at the beginning, Wang Zhen was a person of unknown origin.

Since he knew her origins were unknown, he didn't consider whether he could believe everything she said. "You just believed her. How naive! No, no, no, she is the naive one. I warned her at the time. If she had listened to me earlier, she wouldn't have ended up like that."

"You, poof!" Emperor Gan Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the floor tiles of the imperial study red. The vibrant color was just like when he coaxed his father to drink the poison himself.

Wang Ruo nodded at him, then pulled out another red pill from her waist pouch and handed it to Yao Chen, signaling him to feed it to Emperor Gan Zhao. "Of course, I'll only go after you for revenge. You were already poisoned, so I'm being nosy and letting you live a few more days. We have a long way to go. Use the last bit of your life to reflect on your sins. Remember my name, I'm Wang Ruo, Wang Zhen's twin sister. I will always watch over you, like a nightmare that never ends, haunting you until death."

After saying this, Wang Ruo retracted the strange expression on her face and turned to look at the people outside the hall. Her goal had been achieved. Although there were many more variables, the result was still the same: "Chen'er, let's go."

"Master..." Yao Chen stood there, showing no intention of leaving. His question remained unanswered. Wang Ruo ignored him and walked out of the hall on her own. The people outside the hall unconsciously made way for her.

When Wang Ruo walked in front of Wang Yanzhou again, he seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped: "Oh, Yan Chongmao has died in Nanyue. Let me tell the descendants of the Yan family that he didn't bring disgrace to our ancestors in the end."

"Wait a minute!"

Without waiting for Wang Yanzhou to ask, or for him to stay, Wang Ruo swung the white silk in her hand and dragged Yao Chen from the palace toward her. As the silk fluttered, the figure, who had suddenly appeared like a banished immortal, seemed to transform into clouds in the sky and drifted slowly out of the palace. She only left a leisurely sentence: "We will meet again if fate allows. We will take Xihe away soon, so don't worry."

After Wang Ruo left, everyone woke up from their thoughts. Emperor Gan Zhao had already fainted on the ground and was unconscious. The Forbidden Palace became chaotic again.

While Wang Yanzhou and Qinghe were busy in the palace, Tang Chen and Ouyang Ming were also caught in an unprecedented entanglement.

Tang Chen and the other man didn't know how long they had been walking in the dark passage. They originally thought they would be able to get out soon, but for some reason, the road seemed to have no end.

Tang Chen was so exhausted that he stopped and leaned against Ouyang Ming's wheelchair to catch his breath. "Oh my god, I can't walk anymore. Let me rest for a while."

Ouyang Ming looked at the blueprint of the secret passage in his hand by candlelight. According to the previous design, although this route was long, it shouldn't take this long to walk. One candle had already burned out. If he couldn't get out, he was afraid something terrible was going to happen. "...I miscalculated. I thought we could get out quickly."

Hearing Ouyang Ming's tone, Tang Chen quickly comforted him, "Uh, it's okay. You're not a god, and you're bound to make mistakes. I just don't know how Qinghe and Yanzhou are doing in the palace now, and whether they're in danger."

Ouyang Ming studied the blueprint in his hand and said without any worry, "They're both very smart. They should be fine for a while. But it's us two. Sigh."

Tang Chen said, "Don't worry, let me rest for a while and then we can continue walking. No matter what, we should get out first. If it doesn't work, we can always go back. At least the way back is not blocked."

Tang Chen felt the two remaining candles in her arms. Luckily, she had been more careful and brought two candles with her when she came in. Otherwise, once the candle in the lantern went out, the tinderbox wouldn't last more than a few minutes. After resting for a while and regaining some strength, Tang Chen pushed Ouyang Ming and continued on through the long, dark secret passage.

Meanwhile, Yao Chen, who had been forcibly taken away by Wang Ruo, remained unusually quiet throughout the journey. Although Wang Ruo wasn't one for crowds, she was still concerned about Yao Chen's feelings. Seeing her suddenly stop and stand on top of the city wall, the gentleman braked and let Yao Chen down.

"Why, you didn't say anything the whole way, but you're blaming me?"

Wang Ruo's tentative and gentle tone made Yao Chen feel flattered for a moment: "Disciple, I dare not."

Wang Ruo knew that while he said he didn't dare, he must be cursing in his heart: "Don't worry, I will give you a chance; just not now. If I hadn't received the news that South Vietnam suddenly sent troops, your goal might have been achieved. We only want his life, there is no need to let those innocent people be buried with him. Right now, he can't die."

Yao Chen understood these principles. If it were before, he would not care about the lives of others: "...Why haven't we received any news about the South Vietnam incident?"

Wang Ruo looked back at the magnificent palace in the distance and shook her head: "I don't know either. Maybe there's something we overlooked."

Yao Chen then asked: "So now, should we go back or..."

Wang Ruo smiled and said, "It's impossible to go back. Let's stay here for a while, whether it's to relax or to watch a play. Anyway, let's stay here for now."

The gentleman who had been quietly listening to the conversation interrupted and asked, "So, do we need to send someone to help Qingliang Valley?"