He still sat there quietly, his moon-white body illuminated by the lights, creating halos of light that reminded one of the endless, holy, and revered snow-capped mountains of the north. He was the protagonist of this grand drama, yet it seemed as if the surrounding clamor and excitement had nothing to do with him.
The actors on the high platform were spinning rapidly, and their colorful clothes bloomed into gorgeous flowers.
"I want you to kill him. Killing him will avenge Xiao Zhun."
The sound of the golden drums suddenly stopped, and the revolving actor stopped moving. He raised the mountain goat heart, which was still dripping with blood, above his head and crawled to offer it in the direction of the host.
This is the core of all sacrifices—"sacrifice."
Blood dripped onto the white silk carpet, leaving streaks of blood, as if foreshadowing that a massacre was about to take place here.
The emperor slowly stood up, his moon-white clothes rolling on his body, creating waves of arcing light. He stretched out his finger, dipped it in the blood, and wrote the ancient symbol on the high priest's forehead.
Xiao Nanhui couldn't help but stare at the figure, his fingertips unconsciously clenched.
How could it be him? How could it be him?
Will those hands be stained with the blood of the Xiao family?
But...it happened more than ten years ago, when he had not yet ascended the throne. How could a powerless prince be involved in such a thing?
She firmly believed in her own inference and said with certainty, "How can the affairs of the Heavenly Family be blamed on one person?"
"Why not?! When Su Jiang brought disaster to our clan, did he ever consider the difference?!"
Xiao Nanhui was speechless, but she still couldn't give up: "He is different from others..."
Bai Yun's movements suddenly stopped. She stared at Xiao Nanhui, and there seemed to be some doubt in her bright eyes.
"Don't tell me you like him..." After a pause, the doubt in her eyes gradually turned into certainty, "You like him."
This light and airy remark instantly made Xiao Nan's blood rush to his head. His entire head was buzzing, and even the rebuttal he blurted out was stuttered: "You, what nonsense are you talking about?!"
Bai Yun looked at the reaction of the person in front of him and his expression became a little funny: "I was just saying it casually, but I didn't expect it to be true now."
Xiao Nanhui was in a state of confusion. She felt that it might have been a mistake for her to appear in Tingfeng Tower tonight.
"Leaving the villa without permission is already a serious crime. If you don't want to implicate your adoptive father, then come back with me and report the situation to the governor..."
"Xiao Nanhui." The other party suddenly called her name, "I changed my mind."
The next second, Bai Yun suddenly came closer.
Xiao Nanhui could smell an intoxicating fragrance from her body, which flowed around her ears as she spoke.
"How about I do you a favor?"
"What's the matter?"
She instinctively wanted to dodge, but the woman had already pulled away.
"Help you see clearly, is the person in your heart Xiao Zhun, or the man sitting in the main seat now?"
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Nanhui saw a flash before his eyes.
The other party moved very quickly, and with one turn he was already behind her. His movements were exquisite and sophisticated, and not something an ordinary person could achieve.
Xiao Nanhui was already in a state of panic, and when he reacted and turned around, he felt his heart stagnate.
The white horn bow she had been holding in the corner behind her was already in Bai Yun's hands. The woman's delicate hand brushed the bowstring, a momentary look of determination in her eyes. Then, her fingers slightly opened, and a dark shadow slipped through her hand, now resting firmly on the bowstring.
The moment he realized what she was going to do, Xiao Nanhui felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
She wants to kill the king.
A smile appeared on Bai Yun's face again, like a patient who was bedridden and suffering from torture, and finally found relief at this moment.
The sound of the bowstring being tightened was drowned out by the cheers of the crowd outside the window. The slender white fingertips loosened the bowstring silently, and the bowstring kicked up a cloud of dust in the moonlight.
Everything slowed down to a crawl.
Xiao Nanhui's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body shot out like an arrow from a bow, pouncing towards the white figure.
But in the end it was still a step too late, the slender black feather arrow had already left the string.
The arrow turned into a black shadow, drilled out of the window frame, pierced through the cold air, and flew towards the emperor on the high platform.
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