"You think you can isolate me from the palace by surrounding it? Dream on!"
He suddenly raised his hand and pressed his palm on a dark pattern on the wall of the study.
In an instant, the entire wall was filled with a faint blue light, and the complex array patterns spread out like a living thing, eventually condensing into a mysterious teleportation array on the ground!
"Activate the teleportation array!"
Seeing this, the butler immediately nodded, quickly took out a token inlaid with a space crystal from his arms, and embedded it into the core of the formation.
Buzz——
The formation was activated instantly, and the faint blue light flowed like water waves. The space in the formation was slightly distorted, as if it was connected to another world.
Zhao Lingyin stepped into the formation without hesitation, divine power surging around him.
He had already secretly set up teleportation arrays in the palace and Kunning Palace in order to deal with situations like today.
"Your Highness, please be careful!" the butler reminded in a low voice.
Zhao Lingyin didn't look back, but just left a cold sentence.
"Success or failure depends on today."
As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the teleportation array suddenly became brighter, and his figure gradually became blurred in the dark blue light, and finally turned into a stream of light and disappeared in an instant.
Kunning Palace, the inner hall secret room.
The space distorted slightly, a dark blue array pattern lit up on the ground, and Zhao Lingyin's figure emerged out of thin air.
As soon as he appeared, he noticed heavy footsteps coming from outside the palace. The imperial guards were patrolling!
"Mother!"
In the inner hall, the queen was pacing back and forth anxiously. Upon hearing the sound, she turned around suddenly, her eyes gleaming with surprise.
"Yin'er!"
The mother and son held each other tightly, and the queen immediately spoke.
"Something terrible has happened! How dare that bitch Su Qinghuang..."
After hearing the whole story, Zhao Tianyin's face was as gloomy as water. The current situation was very unfavorable to him.
"How is Father now?"
The Queen gritted her teeth.
"Those useless people in the Imperial Hospital couldn't find the cause of the illness, and they only said that Your Majesty's spirit was damaged and his life was in danger!"
Things have reached a point where there is no turning back, and the Queen's voice was cold.
"Now, we can only give it a try."
Zhao Lingyin stood in the center of the hall, breathing rapidly.
He never thought that the situation would deteriorate to this point. His father was in a coma, the imperial guards blocked the palace gates, and Zhao Lingzhen had quietly entered the palace and joined forces with Su Qinghuang.
Give it a try?
How to fight?
Now that the palace is under the control of Su Qinghuang, no matter how powerful he is in the court, he cannot resist an imperial edict.
"Mother, the Imperial Guards have taken control of the palace. Even if I control all the officials, I can't do anything to Su Qinghuang."
His voice was low, filled with suppressed anger.
The queen sneered and slowly approached, her nails dyed red lightly scratching his shoulders, her voice low, almost whispering.
"Go find your third uncle, he will help you."
Zhao Lingyin looked up suddenly, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
"Third Uncle?!"
Who doesn’t know that the Third Prince Zhao Xuanji and the Third Brother Zhao Lingzhen are the closest?
Over the years, Third Uncle has been supporting Zhao Lingzhen openly and secretly. How could he possibly help him in return?
"He will help you." The queen's red lips curled slightly, "I will sleep with him."
Zhao Lingyin's eyelashes trembled violently and his breathing stopped for a moment.
"What should I tell him?"
The queen raised her lips slightly, and there was a calculating glint in her eyes.
“Just tell the truth.”
Then she added another sentence.
"As long as His Majesty and Zhao Lingzhen are dead, no one can compete with you."
Zhao Lingyin's pupils suddenly shrank and his heart almost stopped beating for a moment.
Patricide?!
He had never thought of going this far, but his mother's words pierced into his mind like a poisonous snake, making him unable to resist the temptation.
When Zhao Lingzhen rebelled, he led his troops to suppress the rebellion, but he was one step too late and failed to save his father. How logical is this reason?
The court officials will believe it, the people of the world will believe it, and the history books will believe it!
His breathing gradually became steady, and the hesitation in his eyes was replaced by ruthlessness.
He nodded slowly, his voice low and firm.
"I'll go and ask my third uncle to come and see the Queen Mother."
The Queen smiled with satisfaction, gently stroked his cheek with her fingertips, and whispered:
“Remember, those who achieve great things don’t dwell on small details.”
Zhao Lingyin looked at her deeply, then turned around and strode away.
The moment the palace door closed, he heard the queen's faint whisper behind him.
"This world will eventually be yours."
…
Inside Kunning Palace, the candlelight was dim and the curtains were low.
The queen slowly stood up, narrowed her eyes, and approached Zhao Qiwen step by step.
She was surrounded by the fragrance of orchids, and her skin was faintly visible under her crimson gauze clothes. With every step she took closer, Zhao Qiwen's heart beat faster.
"Third brother..."
The queen opened her red lips slightly, her voice was soft and charming, yet it carried an irresistible oppression.
Zhao Qiwen's Adam's apple rolled, and he subconsciously took a half step back, his back resting against the cold pillar of the palace.
"Your Majesty, please respect yourself."
The queen chuckled at the words, and her fingertips touched his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat, a glimmer of success flashed in her eyes.
"The Queen?"
She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath spraying on his neck, her voice low and seductive.
"That's not what you called me twenty years ago."
Zhao Qiwen's breathing stagnated, and memories came flooding back.
When she was young, she was his fiancée, but was sent to the Eastern Palace by an imperial decree of the late emperor.
"Yu'er."
His voice was hoarse, and he almost squeezed out these two words from between his teeth.
The queen smiled with satisfaction, wrapped her arms around his neck like a water snake, and snuggled into his arms.
"That's right."
Zhao Qiwen's whole body was stiff and sweat was oozing from his palms.
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