In her eyes, every child is a precious gift from God and deserves all her love and care.
Ning Chenxing grew up under her care, and his well-behaved, sensible, and gentle appearance has long been deeply imprinted in her heart.
In their memories, Ning Chenxing was always that well-behaved, sensible child who was devoted to refined pursuits.
Whether it's his focused concentration when reciting poetry or painting, or his humble and polite manner when talking to others, one can feel his gentleness and kindness.
No matter how hard they racked their brains, they could not connect that familiar figure with the ambitious man who coveted the throne.
This sudden news struck them like a bolt from the blue.
It was hard for them to accept for a moment, as if the whole world had collapsed at that instant.
When the Emperor Emeritus heard this shocking news, he felt dizzy and disoriented, as if the entire universe had been turned upside down in an instant.
His legs felt as if they had been stripped of their steel support, becoming limp and powerless like a tattered rag. His body swayed violently and fell heavily backward.
With a loud bang, it slammed heavily onto the exquisitely carved grand master's chair behind him, a chair that exuded royal majesty.
The dull sound echoed within the silent city gate, as if striking the taut strings of everyone's hearts.
In an instant, the vicissitudes of time, with overwhelming force, ruthlessly left deep marks on him.
It was as if time had mercilessly dragged him down in that instant, aging him by more than ten years.
His face was haggard, like a withered leaf falling in late autumn, weathered by wind and rain, full of wrinkles and exhaustion.
In addition to endless sorrow, his eyes held a hint of fear and bewilderment at the unknown conspiracy, like a trapped beast in dire straits.
The Empress Dowager was also filled with panic and confusion, her thoughts a jumbled mess, a thousand threads of thought she could not unravel.
She could hardly imagine the child who had grown up under her loving gaze since childhood, who had always been well-behaved, clever, and gentle.
What unspeakable upheaval could have caused such a dramatic and incomprehensible change?
However, upon closer listening to Qin Qianluo's clear yet chilling words, it became clear that Ning Chenxing was now under the control of a mysterious and evil force.
She is no longer the familiar child she once loved.
But the ensuing questions, like heavy gloom, weighed heavily on her, making it hard for her to breathe: When exactly did Yu Ying's master appear?
What kind of stealthy and bizarre method did they use to quietly take over Ning Chenxing's body?
What's even more heartbreaking is whether there's even the slightest hope that Ning Chenxing can break free from the shackles of this evil power and return to her former innocent and kind self.
The retired emperor suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart and forced himself to calm down.
Then he slowly closed his eyes, trying to salvage every possible clue from the vast river of memory.
As his thoughts drifted back, Ning Chenxing recalled how, after the serene and gentle Consort Xian passed away, he was struck by lightning and soon fell seriously ill, becoming bedridden.
That illness was like an endless dark abyss, mercilessly swallowing Ning Chenxing and tormenting her until she was emaciated.
After a difficult ordeal, he finally struggled to wake up from his sickbed, but he seemed to have lost his soul and became taciturn.
The once bright and lively light in their eyes has dimmed like a candle flame about to go out.
At the time, the Emperor Emeritus simply believed that the sudden death of Consort Xian was like the sky falling and the earth collapsing for Ning Chenxing.
The child was deeply mired in grief and couldn't pull himself out, which is why he became quiet and withdrawn, spending his days immersed in sorrow.
However, upon closer examination, many doubts have emerged like rocks on the surface of the water, becoming clear one by one.
It was probably at that moment that Yu Ying's master took advantage of Ning Chenxing's physical and mental exhaustion and weakened will, and sneaked in like a ghost.
Using a ruthless, vicious, and unknown evil method, it usurped Xiao Wu's body.
Thinking of this, the Emperor Emeritus felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a cold and powerful hand, tightening and tightening until it was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.
This matter is so bizarre and strange, as if it were shrouded in a thick, impenetrable fog.
It makes one grope forward in the dark, yet one can never penetrate the fog to see the truth hidden behind it.
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