"General, how did you know? They can also make a lot of incense. Would you like to try?"
Di Xiu sat down on the chair that the guards had dragged over, leaning back comfortably. Seeing that she still had time to talk nonsense, he gave her what he considered a suitable time limit.
"Four-quarters of an hour."
Zhao Yuning paused in her grinding of powder, and said angrily, "You're being unreasonable. Two quarters of an hour isn't even enough time for them to grind these things properly."
Emperor Xiu gestured for the guards to go forward and reason with her.
Zhao Yuning was a girl, a very beautiful and noble young girl, who loved beauty the most. Seeing the knife pointed at her beautiful face, she said in a muffled voice, "At least give them half an hour."
This guard was named Hong Erlang. He was the one who had led the shouts of "We will never harm the general" outside the city gate. Emperor Xiu saw that he was clever and had decent skills, so he brought him to the front.
Fifteen minutes later, Zhao Yuning shook her aching wrists, threw away the prepared face powder, and quickly ran to the copper basin for washing her face. She looked at her face in the gleaming basin to make sure she hadn't been scratched, then turned and glared angrily at Hong Erlang.
"I'll remember you."
No sooner had she finished uttering those harsh words than she heard the expressionless young man say, "Light incense."
Zhao Yuning gritted her teeth and reluctantly began fiddling with the incense burner. Just as she was about to light it, she turned back and menacingly threatened Di Xiu: "You know the effects of this incense, yet you still dare to smell it here?"
No one paid her any attention, and she felt utterly bored, inwardly cursing them for getting addicted the best they could ever hope for.
She lit the incense and, this time being more sensible, placed the incense burner on the ground in front of Emperor Jiande, beckoning to the two guards who were restraining him. The guards glanced at Emperor Jiande, then forcefully pressed his face directly to the ground.
Zhao Yuning fanned the incense burner with her hand, blowing the incense towards him.
The previously manic Emperor Jiande became intoxicated by the fragrance, inhaling deeply and gradually ceasing his struggles. Once his hands were freed, he immediately embraced the incense burner.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the mania in his eyes subsided, revealing clarity. He looked around, recalling what had happened before, and his eyes flashed with a hatred that seemed to devour people.
"Wei Zixiao, Zhao Yuning, how clever of you! You've actually conspired to murder me and seize my throne."
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