The severe pain in Hun Ji broke out without warning, as if countless red-hot needles were stirring in her bone marrow.
The eldest prince suddenly rolled off the throne, curled up into a ball, cold sweat instantly soaked his dragon robe, and his teeth were chattering.
The maids turned pale at the sight, but did not dare to panic at all. They quickly took out the syringe and accurately injected the nerve anesthetic into his carotid artery.
The cold medicine flowed through the blood throughout the body, and the heart-wrenching pain slowly subsided, leaving behind a numb and sore feeling.
"Your Majesty, are you feeling better?" The leading maid knelt beside him, her voice trembling.
The eldest prince panted and slowly sat up, leaning his back against the cold armrest of the throne.
He waved his hand, his voice hoarse as if it had been sandpapered.
"Three or four times a day...it's almost become a daily occurrence." He tugged at his sweat-soaked collar, a fierce look flashing in his eyes. "No news on the whereabouts of the Soul-Calming Stone?"
The maids looked at each other in confusion. The leader bit her lip and said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, we have checked all the locations pointed by the known clues, but found nothing."
"Those so-called 'soul-calming stones' have been identified as ordinary minerals..."
"Go on." The eldest prince's eyes became sharp.
"I dare to guess..."
The maid lowered her voice even more.
"The Soul-Calming Stone might not even be in circulation. Perhaps... it's in the hands of the Emperor."
The eldest prince trembled all over, as if he was struck by a thunderbolt.
He suddenly looked up, his eyes full of disbelief, which then turned into a cold realization - Soul Princess was a controller implanted in his body by the old emperor himself.
Since there is a Soul Princess, there is no reason why there is no Soul-Calming Stone to restrain it.
This thing can suppress the backlash of Soul Princess. How could the old emperor let it go easily?
"Good, what a great father."
He laughed softly, his laughter full of self-mockery and resentment.
"It's not enough to treat me as a puppet, but you want to seize even the last bit of my breathing opportunity. You really want to play me to death."
He stood up with the help of the throne, and the wrinkles on his dragon robe looked like twisted scars.
"Continue investigating," he said coldly, "even if it means digging deep underground, we must review all possible clues. As for the Emperor..."
He stopped talking before he finished speaking, and his fingertips made several deep marks on the armrests of the throne.
The maids lowered their heads, and no one dared to look into his eyes at that moment - the hatred surging in them was enough to burn everything.
The eldest prince waved his hands violently, his voice filled with exhaustion and irritation that brooked no room for argument: "Everyone, step back."
Several maids wanted to say some comforting words, but they saw the suppressed scarlet in his eyes.
He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and could only bow his head, tiptoe out of the hall, and slowly close the heavy door.
"Bang--!"
The moment the palace door closed, the eldest prince suddenly raised his hand and swept the pile of memorials on the table to the ground.
The scroll fell apart, and the ink words rolled all over the gold bricks, but he acted as if he didn't see it.
He let out a suppressed roar into the empty hall, his voice full of humiliation and rage, and it created a buzzing echo under the dome.
He knew that he, the "emperor", was just a joke.
At this time, the atmosphere in the two princes' residences at the other end of the palace was equally gloomy.
Although they were not forced into that hot position, they were under a tight surveillance network - the guards around the mansion were replaced three times.
Even the birds flying outside the window seem to have eyeliner, and their every move is under control.
Compared to the eldest prince's daily torture by Soul Princess, their lives were slightly calmer, but also filled with suffocating constraints.
Obviously, the old emperor was extremely sensitive to the word "proclaiming himself emperor".
The eldest prince's usurpation of power undoubtedly touched his sore spot, and his other two sons also became the focus of special supervision.
The Ninth Prince stood in front of the study window, looking at the imperial guards patrolling outside the wall, his fingertips unconsciously stroking a jade pendant - it was a relic left by his mother, and now it became the only "freedom" he could touch.
The Seventh Prince swung his sword in the martial arts arena. The blade slashed the air, but it could not cut through the invisible shackles around his body. Sweat slid down his cheeks, and he couldn't tell whether it was from fatigue or anxiety.
This magnificent palace has long become a cage that traps them.
And the old emperor outside the cage was staring coldly at every bird in the cage that tried to struggle with his eyes that saw through everything.
At this moment, in the core palace of the fifth cosmic plane, the crystal ball suspended in mid-air reflected the silent scene of the reef zone.
Malga was curled up on a soft couch covered with the fur of a star beast, twisting a piece of colorful sugar crystal with his fingertips, looking at the motionless fleet in the sphere, and clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction.
The scenes of those fleets bombarding each other and the golden behemoths tearing the void shield apart a few days ago were so lively.
She even dug out the dried star fruits she had hidden for three hundred years, and looked at the crystal ball until midnight every day.
But in the past few days, all forces seemed to have been paused, and even the energy cannons of the mechas were restrained - it was too boring.
"A bunch of boring toys." Marga threw the sugar crystal into his mouth and chewed it with a crisp sound. His eyes swept across the Gundam mechas that were lined up in the crystal ball and suddenly his eyes lit up.
Those silver-gray mechas were moving towards the small and medium planes of the Matrix Galaxy, and Eric's Dragon Knight Legion happened to be "hunting" in that star field.
"How about...adding fuel to the fire?"
She licked the corner of her lips and lightly touched the edge of the crystal ball with her fingertips.
An imperceptible dark purple energy seeped into the image inside the sphere, like a stone thrown into a lake, quietly changing the navigation coordinates of the mecha group.
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