Just then, a young eunuch rushed over: "Oh dear, what are you doing here? We've been looking everywhere for you. Come with me quickly, the Emperor wants to see you after court."
Zu An frowned, a hint of wariness in his eyes: "Where is that Eunuch Li?"
The young eunuch answered instinctively, "It seems that Eunuch Li has committed some offense and has been... ...
He abruptly stopped mid-sentence: "Why so many questions? Let's go!"
Zu An seemed to be deep in thought as he followed the little eunuch to a quiet and elegant room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the three characters "Imperial Study" on the plaque above. Although he had some suspicions, he was still worried that the little eunuch was leading him into some kind of trap. Now it seemed that he had worried too much.
This is, after all, the inner palace of the imperial city, the emperor's private territory. If it is repeatedly disrupted by others, then this emperor is far too unworthy of being emperor.
The young eunuch bowed respectfully at the door: "Your Majesty, the person has been brought here."
At that moment, a dignified voice came from inside the room: "Let him in."
The young eunuch pushed open the door and gestured for Zu An to enter.
Despite having made detailed plans beforehand, Zuan still found himself a little nervous as the moment approached, his heart pounding and his body trembling uncontrollably.
This wasn't out of cowardice, but rather an instinctive perception of danger. After all, the strongest person in the world was inside, and if the plan failed, he would likely face certain death.
However, he was, after all, an emperor who had reigned in the Yin Ruins for decades. He took a deep breath, quickly calmed down, and walked straight in.
After he went inside, the little eunuch casually closed the door from the outside.
The creaking sound of the door closing only amplified the somber atmosphere.
After entering the house, he felt a sense of oppression, as if even breathing was much more difficult than usual.
His expression changed slightly. He naturally understood that this was the pressure of a powerful figure. However, he had absorbed the cultivation of Mosquito Daoist before, and his strength had already increased by leaps and bounds. Yet he was still so uncomfortable.
He had never experienced such a sense of oppression before. Whether it was Old Man Mi, Eunuch Wei, or the giant dragons and Mosquito Taoists on the way to the capital, none of them could compare to the oppressive force of the person before him. The only one that came close was when he first encountered Mi Li in the secret realm, but back then, with the confidence of the rich woman's happy ball, the shock wasn't that obvious.
He still had the courage to raise his sword and fight back against those people, but now he felt a tremor in his soul, as if every cell in his body was telling him that it was useless, there was no need to struggle, he should just kneel down and beg for mercy.
However, he thought of the remnant soul of the First Emperor in the secret realm and King Wu Geng of Shang. He had survived facing them, so how could he give up so easily?
Besides, as a time traveler, what scenes haven't I seen online in my previous life? I can't embarrass my fellow time travelers.
Thinking about these things, he suddenly felt clear-headed, and the pressure around him instantly eased.
Just then, a soft exclamation came from not far away: "Hey, you're quite interesting."
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