The man reeked of blood, which was unpleasant.
Quan Yao's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she immediately concealed the disgust in them, asking gently, "Excuse me... is there anything I can help you with?"
The man's face was contorted in rage, and tears streamed down his face like a torrent, rolling onto the ground.
He said nothing, but silently raised his hand and showed the gun in his hand.
"Princess, be careful!"
Everyone turned pale, and several guards rushed over immediately.
This person actually dared to bring a gun to Princess Quan Yao's palace! What audacity! This is a crime punishable by beheading!
The guards were about to subdue the man.
Who knew—
The man actually pointed the gun at his temple.
Bang--
The man collapsed to the ground, his body limp.
"Aaaaaah—!"
Quan Yao was so frightened that she turned pale and stumbled back several steps to the ground. Her eyes were wide open, but her pupils suddenly contracted. Her rapid breathing made her chest heave, and all traces of her previous elegance were gone.
Suddenly, time seemed to stand still.
Dead silence, absolute dead silence.
No one expected things to turn out this way. The man, carrying a gun, walked up to Princess Quan Yao and committed suicide!
Intimidation!
Almost simultaneously, everyone thought of this word.
Their faces were deathly pale as they approached Quan Yao: "Your Highness, are you alright?"
Quan Yao then came to her senses and quickly calmed herself down, but she still couldn't stop trembling. "Someone...someone is threatening me."
That's what she thought too.
Wang Lin, the captain of the Quan Yao guard team, gritted his teeth in anger, "Investigate! We must find out who is trying to harm Princess Quan Yao!"
"yes!"
Just then, a man dressed in a pristine white robe entered the room carrying a cane.
The man had both male and female features and was very handsome. In his hand, besides a cane, he also had a beautiful piece of parchment.
Everyone instinctively knelt down.
"Greetings, Lord Fengxi."
Fengxi was an imperial priest and also served as an honorary close advisor with the power of execution, holding an extremely high position.
His voice was like a gentle breeze: "His Majesty summons Princess Quan Yao. Princess, please."
Quan Yao's joy instantly overshadowed her previous fear: "Yes!"
The Emperor summoned her at this time, surely to instruct her on the matters of tomorrow's imperial investiture ceremony.
This is a good thing, a good thing that slut Quan Ji will never enjoy in her entire life!
Once she becomes a holy servant and an attendant of the gods tomorrow, Princess Quan will be sent away for a political marriage, and she will never have a chance to turn her life around!
That woman, who's good for nothing except her face, doesn't deserve to be her sister!
She rushed to the main hall of the imperial palace.
Quan Zhan sat majestically on the throne, his expression extremely serious, looking like he was in a very bad mood.
Before him stood a stunningly beautiful woman with her hair tied in a high ponytail, her hands in her pockets, and her expression indifferent.
The woman was also pressing her foot on the back of a handsome man who was sneezing and crying, as if she were stepping on trash, preventing him from leaving.
Kwon... Kwon-him?
And... the man she placed in Princess Quan's bedchamber back then!
Her face turned deathly pale, and she clenched her fists nervously, her palms sweating.
What's going on...? How come Princess Quan is here? Wasn't she imprisoned in the dungeon by her father and not allowed to leave until the imperial investiture ceremony tomorrow?!
And what's the deal with that man?
Shouldn't he have been killed already? How come he's still here!
At that moment, Quan Ji turned her head, and their eyes met.
Quan Ji laughed arrogantly, as if she could make all living beings fall at her feet.
"Quan Yao, how have you been?"
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