Each cut was accompanied by a dull, heavy sound, as if slicing through a lifeless piece of flesh, or as tolling the death knell.
They deliberately made their swords look like they had just been in a fierce battle, with the blades covered in nicks of varying depths.
Blood trickled slowly down the blade, the bloodstains seemingly telling the story of a thrilling life-or-death struggle.
To make the scene more realistic, they even smeared some blood on themselves.
From their faces to their bodies, the bloody marks were like cruel medals left by war, or proof of their crimes.
Afterwards, the men, armed with their swords, left knife marks of varying depths on the pillars and windows of the imperial study.
The pillar is covered with crisscrossing knife marks, which seem to be the marks of time etched on it, or a silent witness to this tragedy.
The broken window frames and bloodstains on the windows added to the tragic and desolate atmosphere.
The entire imperial study looked as if it had just experienced a thrilling life-or-death struggle; it was a complete mess and a pitiful sight.
The tables and chairs were overturned haphazardly on the ground, as if telling the story of the struggles and chaos that had once occurred.
The scrolls were scattered everywhere, some stained with blood, as if they were innocent victims.
Some were trampled beyond recognition, much like the dignity that was ruthlessly crushed under this conspiracy.
At this point, the entire Imperial Study was completely under the control of Ning Chenxing's men. The Imperial Study looked like a ruin, filled with an atmosphere of death and despair.
Ning Chenxing's expression was cold and stern, like a ruthless judge. His gaze swept over the corpses lying on the ground, his eyes filled with scrutiny and caution.
After confirming that they were all masked and dressed in black and would not reveal any flaws, he nodded slightly to show his satisfaction.
The nod was so slight, yet it seemed to carry countless conspiracies and schemes.
He then turned his gaze to a man dressed as a guard, giving him a slight nod, his eyes revealing a hint of cunning and anticipation, as if hinting at a good show about to unfold.
The man immediately understood and, like a nimble and loyal hunting dog, turned and strode out to lure the person over.
Ning Chenxing himself quickly put on a terrified expression, so realistic that it seemed he had just experienced a horrific event that could destroy his soul.
He rushed to Ning Chenyi, who was lying on the imperial desk, and pulled him down with both hands. Then, in a seemingly protective posture, he held him tightly in his arms.
He held Ning Chenyi tightly, as if he were a loyal subject who was risking his life to protect his elder brother amidst the chaos.
His eyes revealed a hint of tension and unease, as if an even more terrifying danger would descend upon him at any moment.
At this moment, he was like a cunning fox hiding in the shadows, meticulously plotting a scheme, waiting for his prey to step into the trap he had set.
This meticulously planned drama is about to unfold, and he will stake everything in this game of power, all for the supreme throne.
The man disguised as a guard staggered out of the imperial study like a drunkard, as if countless vengeful ghosts were chasing after him.
His face instantly filled with terror, his eyes widened like saucers, filled with boundless fear.
As if witnessing the most terrifying and horrifying sight in the world, the despair in their eyes was as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment.
His lips trembled uncontrollably, like two withered leaves struggling in a gale.
Immediately afterwards, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Help! There's an assassin! Help! Someone, save the emperor!"
The voice was sharp and urgent, like an extremely sharp sword.
In an instant, it ruthlessly shattered the originally peaceful and serene atmosphere of the palace, which resembled a paradise on earth, and its echoes reverberated and reverberated between the long and silent palace walls.
Like a death knell from hell, it spread this sudden and chilling crisis to every hidden corner of the palace.
At this moment, the Imperial Guards were patrolling the surrounding area in an orderly manner according to their established patrol routes.
Their steps were uniform, their posture upright like pine trees, and every step they took was firm and powerful.
Like an unbreakable steel defense line, it protects the peace of this palace that symbolizes imperial power and dignity.
At this moment, the Imperial Study was only a dozen steps away.
This journey, which should have been a quick one, has become seemingly endless due to this sudden turn of events.
Hearing this heart-stopping cry for help, filled with despair and fear, was like hearing the bugle call of a full-scale war.
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