Zhou Jin was wearing the black robe with five-clawed golden dragons that she wore during her funeral. It was noble and gorgeous, and her appearance had miraculously returned to her youthful and spirited self. She had been reborn, completely transformed.
No, that's not right!
An Yi's pupils shrank dramatically. This wasn't some kind of rejuvenation; it was a complete reshaping of his body!
Such techniques also exist in the southern border regions, but they have long been lost. Moreover, those whose bodies are reconstructed will become young again overnight!
His body looked similar to before, but it was completely different.
Just like Nezha in the mythology, he was only resurrected by borrowing a puppet, and his bloodline was completely different from the original!
An Yi's expression was complicated. Without royal blood, was Zhou Jin still royalty?
Zhou Jin looked around warily. Several dark figures surrounded him, the wind rustling his robes. Suddenly, a dark figure swiftly reached for his chest—
Zhou Jin dodged, but seeing this move... Zhou Jin frowned. Just as the dark figure moved again, in a flash, an unbelievable thought flashed through his mind, and he shouted, "Shadow!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the dozens of dark figures knelt down in unison: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Zhou Jin frowned as she looked at her former subordinates, a vague sense of unease creeping into her heart. Various guesses flashed through her mind, but after a long pause, they all coalesced into one question: "Where is Consort Rong?"
The room fell silent upon hearing this.
Only the howling of the wind remained. The autumn wind was bleak, and the night was deep and desolate. Zhou Jin's unease grew stronger, like a dark abyss that swallowed everything in its darkness.
"Speak!" Zhou Jin shouted, his fists clenched tightly, as if this would give him some support and prevent him from fainting upon hearing the bad news.
"Your Majesty."
"Consort Rong, she, she—"
The shadowy figure stammered, not daring to speak. After all, revealing such a royal secret as the death of a father and the succession of a son might just make the emperor die of anger again.
"Speak, and I will spare your life." Zhou Jin's eyes suddenly turned red, and he suppressed his grief, his voice trembling. Could it be that the two of them, who had finally had a chance to be together, were about to be separated forever?
Zhou Jin tried his best to hide his disheveled state, his voice heavy. This was the most sorrowful moment for an emperor, having lost his beloved forever!
Unexpectedly, a voice from the shadows broke the silence: "Your Majesty, Consort Rong is currently in the new imperial palace. According to Chief Eunuch Li, the new emperor seems to have taken a liking to Consort Rong and intends to take her as a concubine!"
"What?"
When Zhou Jin first heard the news, he didn't know whether to be sad or happy. He was happy that Bai Lingxi was still alive and well, but sad that the two of them probably wouldn't be able to reunite and stay together so easily.
"You unfilial son, you unfilial son, yet you are truly my good son!"
Zhou Jin came to her senses, unsure of how she should react. She only felt an unnamed flame burning brightly in her chest!
"Xi'er also betrayed me?" Zhou Jin pressed.
Zhou Jin wondered, were all those loving moments they once shared just a facade? He simply couldn't believe that Bai Lingxi would disregard human ethics and follow that rebellious son Zhou Changling in his foolish ways!
"It seems that Consort Rong has developed a dissociative identity disorder and can't remember her own identity." Since the secret guards were sent back to guard the imperial tombs, they haven't been able to keep up with the latest developments in the palace.
Especially after Zhou Changling ascended the throne, his spies were everywhere in the palace, and a large number of palace servants were released from the palace. With a new emperor comes a new set of officials, and these people were lucky to have survived.
The shadow secretly observed Zhou Jin. The matter of the dead coming back to life was too strange. However, the emperor was obviously younger, looking like he was in his early twenties, just over twenty.
But his aura was genuine. The secret guards recognized their master using royal medicine, so they would never mistake their master. That's why they didn't kill him during the test.
"Return to the palace!"
Zhou Jin couldn't care less about that now. What a joke! If this rebellious son continued to cause trouble, Xi'er might really start to see him as her husband. Then, his second chance at life would be a joke!
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