His voice trembled with tears, like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, fragile and helpless.
Choking back tears, she said, "This morning I happened to find some calligraphy from the previous dynasty. The fragrance of ink fills my sleeves. I only hope to share this elegant pleasure with my brother, the Emperor."
Unexpectedly, upon entering the Imperial Study, he saw the golden body suddenly collapse before the dragon desk, the ink in the inkstone still warm, and his elder brother had fainted from the desk.
In his moment of shock, a wave of black robes surged out of the window, and a close eunuch suddenly bared his fangs, his cold light pointing directly at the emperor's face on the bed.
Fortunately, the secret guards arrived swiftly like black crows in the night, forming an impenetrable wall with the palace guards. The clash of swords shook the heavens, and blood stained the imperial steps before the enemy was finally driven back.
Even now, thinking back on it sends chills down my spine. If it weren't for the secret guards and palace guards risking their lives to protect their master, my elder brother would likely be in grave danger.
As she spoke, Ning Chenxing's tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground and splashing up tiny water droplets.
It seemed to be a true reflection of his inner fear and self-blame. He seemed to be so frightened by this change that he was exhausted and collapsed on the spot, as if he had lost all his strength.
Ning Chenxing stood inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, his body trembling violently like a willow caught in a raging storm.
The trembling spread from his fingertips to his entire body, as if every inch of his skin was telling of endless fear.
His voice trembled with an uncontrollable tremor, like a withered leaf teetering on a branch in late autumn, uttering a desperate cry in the biting cold wind.
His eyes were wide open, filled with terror and panic, his gaze empty and helpless.
It was as if they were still trapped in the terrifying, nightmarish scene they had just experienced, unable to break free.
Those eyes were like a lamb lost in a dark forest, filled with fear and confusion in the face of unknown danger, every shift in its gaze revealing endless panic.
He huddled up, his hands tightly clasped to his chest.
It was as if they were trying to draw a bit of warmth from their gradually cooling bodies to resist the ever-present, deep-seated fear.
Upon witnessing this scene, Xiao Wanxi's once smooth and jade-like forehead instantly furrowed, and her two delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted into a deep "川" character.
Like a volcano about to erupt, it contained deep-seated doubts and anxieties within her heart.
The fact that Eunuch Li had betrayed the Emperor and committed such a treasonous and disloyal act was beyond her comprehension; it was like a bizarre nightmare.
In her memory, Eunuch Li had served the Emperor since he entered the palace, witnessing countless changes in the court.
Like a loyal guard, he remained steadfastly loyal to the emperor, never showing the slightest sign of slackening or disloyalty.
Over the years, he accompanied the emperor in handling numerous affairs, and his silent support was behind every decision.
In every palace crisis, he stood firmly by the emperor's side, like a loyal dog guarding its master, never leaving his side.
However, Ning Chenxing's distraught appearance was so realistic that it was hard to doubt it.
His body was trembling so violently that it seemed he would collapse to the ground in fear at any moment.
The voice was filled with fearful sobs, like that of a wounded wild beast, brimming with despair and helplessness.
The terror in his eyes was not something that could be easily faked; it was as if he had truly experienced the most terrifying thing in the world.
Moreover, at the time of the incident, the Imperial Study was heavily guarded by secret guards and imperial guards, all of whom were well-trained and loyal to the Emperor.
If Ning Chenxing were to fabricate a lie, these people, with their keen insight and unwavering loyalty to the Emperor, would surely expose his lies immediately, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Moreover, everyone in the court and the entire Chengxiao Kingdom knew that the Fifth Prince Ning Chenxing had always been particularly fond of romantic and poetic matters.
He was immersed in the elegant world of poetry, calligraphy, and painting all day long, and obsessed with the leisurely life of playing the zither, chess, wine, and tea. He was a true and well-known idle prince.
He seemed to have no interest in court intrigues, and the pursuit of power seemed to be completely foreign to him.
It's hard to believe that someone who seems indifferent to fame and fortune would meticulously plan such a shocking conspiracy to assassinate the emperor; it's like a fantasy.
The situation is now as tangled and complicated as a tangled mess, shrouded in a fog of confusion that leaves everyone bewildered.
Xiao Wanxi knew that she could only place all her hopes on the imperial physician's diagnosis, hoping to find a clue to solve the mystery.
She sighed inwardly, pondered this helplessly, and nodded gently.
They temporarily accepted Ning Chenxing's explanation, although their doubts remained as heavy as dark clouds.
Ning Chenxing noticed Xiao Wanxi's actions, lowered his head slightly, and continued to pretend to be in shock and frightened.
His slightly trembling body and the occasional low sobs seemed to tell the story of the immense trauma inflicted on him by the terrible ordeal he had just experienced.
However, a sharp, ruthless glint suddenly flashed in his lowered eyes.
The light was fleeting, yet like a black lightning bolt, it instantly pierced the dark abyss hidden deep within his eyes.
This fierce look was like the gaze of a demon from the depths of hell, filled with endless coldness and determination, as if it wanted to cut down all those who stood in its way.
He thought to himself, "It seems that this Empress Xiao Wanxi is no ordinary person. She is so perceptive and insightful."
It will surely become a stumbling block on my path to the pinnacle of power, a thorn in my side, and I must not let it remain.
Then he remembered that his second brother had been cleverly sent away under some pretext, and according to the carefully arranged itinerary, he would not be able to return to the capital for another three or four days.
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