His death was extremely gruesome.
Xiao Ziyan screamed in terror and pushed the corpse away.
"Quick...we have to go!"
The eunuch cautiously observed the surroundings and asked, "His Majesty is still in the Qianqing Palace. Shall we go and meet him?"
Who has time to care about that terminally ill emperor?
The body is probably already cold.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and Xiao Ziyan managed to squeeze out a dry sentence: "No need, let's... let's leave the palace first."
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The secluded Linhua Palace
The rebels didn't even notice this corner. The two brothers, Chang Lai and Chang Wang, huddled together, hiding on the bed, too scared to make a sound. The wailing and howling outside were too devastating. The two brothers, who were already timid, were so frightened that they almost fainted!
Today is the seventh day after His Highness's passing, and the two brothers are heartbroken, their eyes swollen from crying. They were thinking of secretly burning some paper money for His Highness in the dead of night.
Then this earth-shattering change happened...
Xiao Ziwu led his troops into the palace and went straight to Linhua Hall. He didn't care about the lives of the others; he only wanted to ensure that Chang Lai Chang Gang and his companion were safe and sound.
He called out a few times before he heard rustling sounds coming from under the bed.
Xiao Ziwu curled her lips and lightly kicked off the bed.
The two wept bitterly as they emerged from under the bed, and upon seeing His Highness, they exclaimed, "We are so happy to have encountered Your Highness's spirit before we died!"
Xiao Ziwu: "..."
Are there ghosts as handsome as him?
"Look closely, you two, I'm still alive and well."
Xiao Ziwu poked the two men's faces with the hilt of his sword, and the real touch made them burst into laughter through their tears.
"It's a great relief that Your Highness is unharmed!"
After exchanging a glance, they burst into tears again, burying their faces in their hands: "But of all times, the rebels stormed the palace, and now most of the capital has fallen. I'm afraid His Majesty is in grave danger. It would have been better if Your Highness hadn't come back at all..."
Xiao Ziwu looked speechlessly at the two who had started to cry again, too lazy to explain much, and simply told them to stay in Linhua Palace and not to wander around.
The dozen or so soldiers he brought guarded the palace gate, while Xiao Ziwu went alone to join the main army. With 50,000 troops facing off against the elite Turkic soldiers who had been reduced to less than 15,000, the battle naturally tilted overwhelmingly in Xiao Ziwu's favor.
In the Qi Prince's Mansion—
Xiao Limin rose from the bathtub, a string of smooth, round Buddhist beads loosely coiled three times around his fair wrist, with gilded beast-head incense burners placed at the four corners. The wisps of sandalwood incense wafted through the steamy room, calming his mind and spirit.
Thinking of the great empire he was about to achieve, Xiao Limin's usually gentle and mild eyes were filled with a sinister madness.
Lost in a sweet dream, the door was suddenly kicked open, and the person stumbled in, stammering an explanation.
"Your Highness, something terrible has happened... The Third Prince has come back from the dead and is wreaking havoc in the palace!"
"!!!"
Xiao Limin suddenly stood up, grabbed Xiao Si by the collar, his eyes bloodshot!
"What did you say?"
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