The towering walls of the imperial city are now under even tighter security.
The Emperor has been assassinated!
Since the news was not blocked, it naturally attracted people from all sides who coveted it.
Not to mention the treacherous individuals in Beirong, the other countries are probably also eyeing it covetously.
Leaving aside the Southern Qi and Western Xia, which were considered barbarian states, after being driven back by the General's wife and forced to submit to the Northern Rong, they had secretly harbored resentment and were restless for many years.
Therefore, not to mention the imperial city, the four city gates were also under strict martial law.
However, at this moment, a figure still silently wandered through the streets and alleys. His face, covered by a black cloth, was bloodshot, and his extremely sharp eyes looked around, filled with a mockery of the world.
Then, the dark figure stopped on one of the high walls of the imperial city, almost blending into the night.
"It's quite interesting that a woman could cause such a commotion in Huangcheng."
His voice was low, hoarse, and extremely harsh and unpleasant to hear.
If Xie Lingqin were here now, she would surely discover that the person shrouded in black robes, whose gender and age were indistinguishable, was the one who had stopped her from exploring further in General Xie's secret place that day. This was the person she suspected of taking away the real Xie Lingyu and plotting to have the little kitten impersonate Xie Lingyu, and perhaps even the one who was involved in Li Junru's death.
At this moment, in the Lanxie Hall, a faint fragrance wafted from the incense burner.
Originally, he was supposed to sleep with Consort Lan, but because of the previous affair between Prince Xian and Xie Lingyu in the palace, Consort Lan, who was confined by the Emperor, was now sitting on that soft chair, looking at the person in front of her, her eyes filled with disappointment and frustration, "Didn't catch him?"
"Your Majesty, news from the Prince Xian's men says that they haven't captured him."
"Useless! What's wrong with Xian'er? I gave her such a good opportunity tonight, letting her take advantage of the situation, and she actually failed..."
"Your Majesty, tonight's operation was so grand, and the person behind it was highly skilled in martial arts. Even the Imperial Guards sent by the Emperor to ambush them couldn't stop them. The Prince probably feared that the Emperor might become suspicious and hesitate to act decisively, so he naturally..."
"Enough, enough. I thought he had accomplished something, so it wouldn't have been in vain for me to go through all this trouble to have people gather information from the Emperor's side..." Consort Lan frowned at Yan Yi and waved her hand, "You may leave now."
"Yes." In an instant, the figure vanished without a trace.
As the autumn wind blew, the light gauze curtains danced in the palace, and a nanny carrying hot tea slowly walked in.
The aroma of tea lingers, and a light mist drifts by.
"Your Majesty, this old servant has just learned that the Emperor has already awakened, and the Prefect of the Capital and Prince Qing have also left the palace. If Your Majesty were to go and inquire about his health now, then this confinement order..."
Consort Lan rubbed her forehead, looked at the nanny with a smile, and said, "Go and finish making the chicken soup. I will personally serve it to the Emperor."
"yes."
The old woman put down the tea and then withdrew.
Consort Lan looked at the tea mist and was about to pick it up when suddenly everything went black and she fainted.
From the shadows, a dark figure appeared, looking at the fallen Consort Lan with a cold smile, "Consort Lan, you've finally met your match."
In the darkness of the night, besides the shadowy figure from before, another figure quietly entered the palace.
Xie Lingqin was hiding in a corner of the wall at this moment.
With the Emperor being so generous, how could she feel at ease if she didn't ask for some interest? However, after several leaps and bounds, she saw Consort Lan leading a group of palace maids, looking worried as they headed towards the Emperor's bedchamber.
Behind her, a palace maid was holding a bowl of soup.
But……
Xie Lingqin looked at Consort Lan, her gaze suddenly freezing on the way Consort Lan moved beneath her layers of palace robes, for in that instant, the shadows cast by her footsteps on the ground seemed to...
Xie Lingqin's ability to detect subtle details is an innate skill; it's a characteristic that's so subtle that it goes unnoticed by others, yet she managed to detect it.
This Consort Lan... is fake!
Xie Lingqin's lips suddenly curled into a cold smile. "This is interesting."
"Perfect timing. Take this opportunity to get rid of all the spies left in the capital by other countries. Go and investigate now. If there is any unusual activity, it is better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."
Inside the imperial bedchamber, the emperor, his face pale, pondered for a moment before issuing orders.
"yes."
When the visitor left.
Just then, a eunuch stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, Consort Lan has arrived."
What is she doing here?
The eunuch knew he couldn't answer that question, so he lowered his head and waited for the emperor to speak.
"Let her in."
"yes."
After so many days, Consort Lan finally saw the Emperor. She entered the Imperial Bedchamber, hurriedly took the soup from behind her, and stepped forward, saying, "Your Majesty, I heard that you were injured and was very worried. So, I disobeyed Your Majesty's order and came to see you."
Now that so many days have passed, as the saying goes, beauty can dispel sorrow.
The Emperor looked at Consort Lan, waved his hand, and although he didn't say anything, he showed no anger on his face.
"Is Your Majesty still angry with me?" Consort Lan stepped forward with a bowl of chicken soup, her face radiant, yet she spoke with a look of grievance.
After a long while, the Emperor looked at Consort Lan and sighed, "It's been a long time since I've had the soup from your palace. Right now, I'm starting to miss it."
"Is that so?" Consort Lan, nearing thirty but still possessing a captivating charm, smiled, her phoenix eyes sparkling with affection. "Then Your Majesty, please eat more today..."
It happened so fast!
Just as Consort Lan was about to feed the Emperor, her hand suddenly flipped over, spilling the chicken soup everywhere. Her hand transformed into a claw, heading straight for the Emperor's throat.
The distance was so close that there was no way to avoid it.
"call--"
A powerful gust of wind suddenly rose from the curtain behind the Emperor, like a devastating attack, and struck directly at Consort Lan's brow bone.
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