"No way, really?"

Surely no one really thinks I, Qin Zhaoyue, am going to jump out at this time to seize the throne?

She held up her finger and pointed incredulously at herself.

"Please look carefully, it's me!"

It's Zhao Yue, the one who would rather lie down than sit, and who can't seem to wake up or get enough of playing every day!

Why should I get up before dawn every day to attend court and review piles of memorials until late at night?

"Are you trying to kill me because I'm living too comfortably?"

The Imperial Study fell into a deathly silence.

These words... at first glance, do sound like the kind of twisted logic that the Sixth Prince would utter.

Her lazy and playful nature was well-known throughout the court, so it was indeed hard to imagine her handling state affairs.

However, it is, after all, the supreme position of the emperor, the pinnacle of power in the world. Faced with such temptation, and with the unpredictable nature of human hearts, who can truly guarantee anything?

Qin Zhaoyue's face grew increasingly grim, almost as black as the bottom of a pot. Did they think she wanted to take on this mess?

"Get out of the way! I can save the Queen Mother's life!"

Shock instantly replaced her doubt. "Sixth Sister, are you telling the truth?!"

Qin Zhaoyue was too lazy to waste any more words with them; time was of the essence now.

She immediately reached out and grabbed her two older sisters' arms, one in each hand.

With their cultivation levels now suppressed, how could the Third and Fourth Princesses possibly resist?

She pulled him away without a word, forcing him to retreat and give up the most important position.

Qin Zhaoyue had a sour face, as if someone owed her tens of thousands of taels of silver.

He crouched down and gently placed his palm near the wound on his mother's chest.