Before she could see everything around her clearly, she suddenly heard a creaking sound from behind her.

A strange, eerie wind blew in through the back door. There were no candles, and no one knew what was around them.

The next second, Consort Chen's mouth was tightly covered by a strong and powerful hand.

Her fox-like eyes widened as she forcefully pried at the man's hands.

However, that person was so strong that Consort Chen, a woman, was simply powerless to resist.

Her breathing became increasingly difficult, and she made a whimpering sound in her throat; her consciousness gradually faded.

Faintly, she seemed to hear someone behind her say viciously, "Rest in peace, Consort Chen. This old servant will personally see you off!"

She recognized the man as Zhuang Dahai, but she had no chance to resist. As her struggles grew weak, her eyes slowly closed, and the world went dark in an instant.

"Hmph, so arrogant, huh? In the end, you still died by my hand!"

Seeing that Consort Chen was not breathing, Zhuang Dahai threw her to the ground, then clapped his hands and laughed wildly.

Just as Zhuang Dahai was about to leave the Cold Palace, a crackling sound suddenly came from the roof, as if rats were scurrying around on it.

Zhuang Dahai was startled at first, but then he realized that this was the Cold Palace, so it was normal for there to be many rats, and he didn't think much of it.

As he exited through the back door, he suddenly saw a dark figure rushing toward the East Palace with lightning speed.

The moonlight was like a hook, and the Changxin Hall of the Eastern Palace was completely silent. Xiao Xuan was still in the Imperial Study and had not returned.

Ning Yin was lying alone in bed, just about to fall asleep, when she suddenly felt the window creak, and then a refreshing night breeze came in.

The next second, a dark figure flashed in front of her.