His eyes gleamed, as if he could see the prosperity and vicissitudes of the previous dynasty through the scroll, and appreciate the talent and wisdom of the ancients.
However, he was so engrossed in his anticipation that he didn't notice.
At this moment, Ning Chenxing's smile, like a spreading vine, blossomed more and more intensely at an imperceptible speed.
In that smile, ferocity and smugness gradually replaced the previous gentleness, as if a mask was slowly removed to reveal the true face hidden behind it.
That smile seemed like a demon from the abyss mocking the ignorance of the world, or a celebration before a conspiracy succeeds, as if some wicked purpose was about to be achieved.
That smile was twisted and terrifying, making the originally calm air seem to be tinged with a chill.
Eunuch Li, who had been serving by the side all along with keen eyes and a keen eye for all changes, took in all these subtle changes.
His heart skipped a beat, as if struck by a heavy hammer, and a strong, almost suffocating sense of foreboding surged into his mind like a tidal wave.
The premonition was like the oppressive silence before a storm, making his heart pound uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.
Almost instantly, out of extreme concern for the Emperor's safety and out of loyalty, Eunuch Li shouted anxiously, "Your Majesty, be careful!"
The sound, like a thunderclap, suddenly rang out in the imperial study, instantly shattering the seemingly peaceful atmosphere.
The shout was filled with tension, worry, and urgency, as if warning the emperor of an impending great danger, like an alarm bell in the darkness, echoing in the silent space.
Unfortunately, the trajectory of fate had already taken a cruel turn, and all efforts to salvage the situation were futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
The moment the emperor carefully unfurled the scroll with anticipation, it was as if he had opened the door to an abyss of misfortune.
Suddenly, like a volcanic eruption, wisps of pale purple smoke burst forth from the scroll.
The smoke, like a group of cunning, agile, and malicious ghosts, spread through the air with an unpredictable speed, silently yet irresistibly.
Like evil spirits with their own consciousness, they swirled and rose freely in the once solemn and tranquil space of the Imperial Study.
In the blink of an eye, it completely transformed the surrounding air into a chilling, eerie pale purple, as if draping the entire space in a veil of death.
Ning Chenyi felt a strange and pungent smell, like a deadly hidden weapon in the darkness, wafting towards him without warning.
The scent seemed to carry some kind of evil power from a mysterious and unknown realm, like a sharp dagger that instantly pierced his sensory defenses and invaded his body.
Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming wave of dizziness, like a surging and unstoppable tide, violently assaulted him with tremendous force.
The dizziness was like a pair of invisible yet incredibly powerful demonic hands, relentlessly pulling at his consciousness and dragging him into a hazy, chaotic abyss.
The scene before him began to distort and deform rapidly, and the once familiar Imperial Study seemed to be swept into a vortex of time and space in an instant.
It has become a fantastical yet terrifying alternate dimension.
Everything was spinning wildly—tables, chairs, bookshelves, calligraphy and paintings—as if everything had lost its original order.
It turned into a chaotic mix of lines and light, making him feel as if he were trapped in an out-of-control nightmare vortex, unable to escape.
Immediately, he was completely enveloped in endless darkness, which was like a deep black hole that swallowed all his senses.
He didn't even have a chance to utter a faint cry for help before his heavy head fell like a meteorite from the sky.
Filled with despair and helplessness, he slammed his head heavily onto the imperial desk, making a dull and startling sound, as if a life-altering alarm bell was ringing in the silent space.
He collapsed lifelessly, like a puppet with its strings cut, his body slumped limply against the imperial desk.
Like a building that has collapsed, it has completely lost all vitality and strength, with only its slightly heaving chest remaining as proof that its life has not yet faded away.
Witnessing this sudden, nightmarish turn of events, Eunuch Li felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible, icy hand, almost stopping its beating.
Terrified, his eyes widened instantly, filled with a surging tide of anxiety and fear.
At this critical moment, a matter of life and death, he acted without hesitation, rushing towards the emperor with lightning speed, like a black gust of wind.
As he rushed forward, his eyes flashed like lightning. With the keen insight he had honed through years of serving the emperor, he keenly sensed that Ning Chenxing was reaching out his hand towards the emperor.
The hand looked particularly sinister and terrifying in the eerie, smoky atmosphere, like a venomous snake lurking in wait.
Their intentions are self-evident; they must have ulterior motives and ill intentions, and wanted to harm the emperor.
A surge of courage welled up within Eunuch Li, a courage to face death and fight to the death. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulging slightly from the effort, and let out a loud shout.
The voice sounded particularly loud and firm in the tense, almost suffocating atmosphere, as if it were shouting out all the anger and fear in its heart.
He suddenly reached out and, with every ounce of strength in his body, slapped away Ning Chenxing's hand that was reaching for the emperor.
The gesture was filled with unwavering loyalty to the emperor, a determination to protect him at all costs, and boundless anger and resolute resistance against the evil deeds before them.
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