Ning Song took the imperial examination at the age of sixteen, won first place, and entered the court as an official.
The late emperor greatly admired him, and his official career progressed smoothly, becoming the Minister of Works, a first-rank official, at the age of twenty-six.
In the Tianyuan Kingdom, his deeds were like a myth; few people throughout history could have done what he did.
Therefore, even she, who was far away in Yunjiang, had heard about the genius Ning Song.
She couldn't help but hesitate. Was the Emperor really discussing important matters with Lord Ning? Was she being too concerned and thus misunderstanding Eunuch Ming's expression?
Gu Jiangli paused slightly.
But immediately a heavy thud came from inside the room, a loud crash that made Gu Jiangli's face turn pale and his whole body tremble.
She practically pulled away the eunuch Ming who was blocking her way, then ran a few steps and pushed open the gate of Changxin Palace.
The smell of rust instantly filled Gu Jiangli's nose, causing her to freeze in place and catch her breath.
There were no bodies in the house.
Only the emperor.
He sat on the steps, his clothes and hair ornaments in disarray, with scattered bloodstains on the ground.
The emperor showed no reaction to the suddenly opened door, as if he had no idea that there was another person in the room.
He raised the hairpin high in his hand, filled with murderous intent, and plunged it straight into his own chest.
Gu Jiangli felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
"His Majesty--!"
She darted toward him and, just as the hairpin was about to touch her chest, swiftly grabbed his fists with both hands.
The emperor's strength seemed to leave him no way out. When Gu Jiangli held his hand, he could feel the extraordinary resistance, and he was almost injured.
Gradually, his hands loosened their grip, and his eyes softened and became more rational.
"...Consort Yun?"
Gu Jiangli closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, but the near-death experience still made her extremely anxious.
She dared not imagine what would have happened if she had arrived even a moment later, and witnessed the emperor committing suicide.
Thinking of this, her voice rose a few decibels: "Your Majesty, what are you doing!"
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