A sudden and earth-shattering crisis was resolved in such a swift and unexpected manner.
No one could have imagined that the one who would ultimately decide the fate of the world would be this seemingly unrelated trio.
Qin Zhaoyue hid behind Chu Xinglan, cautiously peeking out, her voice still trembling with fear.
"Dead, right? Completely dead, right? Are you sure you won't suddenly jump up again?"
She didn't want to experience that kind of shock again.
Jiang Wuyai immediately abandoned the coldness he had shown when facing Yun Miaozi and strode over to her.
His face was plastered with an almost fawning smile of concern, and his chest thumped loudly.
"Don't worry, junior sister, he's completely dead, not even a speck of dust remains."
I, your senior brother, will personally take action; I guarantee he won't even have a chance to be reincarnated.
Junior sister, are you tired? Were you frightened? Why don't you sit down and rest?
Don't worry, with your senior brother here, you're absolutely safe.
Just moments ago he was a towering figure of unparalleled master, the absolute main force in annihilating Yun Miaozi, but now?
He turned his face and immediately adopted a "fawning" expression, his eyes staring at Qin Zhaoyue as if she were some rare treasure, shining brightly.
Qin Zhaoyue felt uneasy, sensing that the old man was up to no good.
Just then, a piercing, high-pitched scream erupted from the imperial study, filled with boundless panic and despair.
"Your Majesty! Save His Majesty!"
Qin Zhaoyue's heart skipped a beat. Had her mother really fallen for the trap?
Old Master Xue, who had barely caught his breath, and Chu Xinglan reacted the fastest, rushing into the Imperial Study in a flash.
Qin Zhaoyue followed closely behind, and her newly recognized "senior brother" Jiang Wuyai naturally stayed close by as well.
As Qin Zhaoyue looked past the fading phantom of the mountains, her gaze fell upon the person lying on the ground. She was struck dumb, as if by lightning.
The Empress Dowager was nowhere to be seen, no longer possessing the former grace, majesty, and power that once filled the world; she lay there quietly.
His face was withered and emaciated, his skin like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree that had lost its moisture, covered with deep wrinkles, and his complexion had an extremely ominous bluish-purple hue.
A pale sword tip was embedded in her chest, and her robes were soaked with dark blood.
[This...my mother...how did she become like this?]
An indescribable bittersweet feeling welled up in my heart, turning into a silent murmur.
On her deathbed, Qin Minghuang heard this heartfelt sentiment with unusual clarity.
Despite being on the verge of death, with his life force exhausted, he somehow mustered the strength to lift his incredibly heavy eyelids.
His cloudy eyes struggled to turn, and finally caught sight of Xiao Liu standing not far away, looking astonished.
Sure enough... it was that brat...
Even at a time like this, you're still muttering to yourself...
An old mother... Ah, she really is an old mother now...
Xuanji Wei Panyue, standing to the side, was in a sorry state. His body was already soaked in cold sweat, and his body was trembling slightly uncontrollably due to the excessive consumption of his true energy.
His Majesty's body was like a bottomless black hole at this moment.
His immense true energy, a dignified third-grade Divine Martial Realm expert, was almost completely drained in this short period of time, yet he still couldn't stabilize his life force, which was rapidly disappearing like a floodgate being opened.
"Quick! I can't hold on any longer!"
"I'll do it." Chu Xinglan squatted down immediately without the slightest hesitation.
A hand, glowing with a soft white light, gently pressed on the Qihai acupoint between the Empress's chest and abdomen.
The purest true energy was carefully channeled in like a gentle stream.
Not to mention that what she obtained was a human plate closely related to the dynasty's fortune, and that the cultivation method and the Great Qian were originally from the same source, just considering that the "junior sister" she had just recognized was the Sixth Princess, the Emperor's own daughter, she had to save her for both reason and emotion.
Sensing the surge of a completely different yet more powerful and pure true energy, Pan Yue, fearing it would cause a conflict, quickly withdrew his hand.
With this sudden pull, everything went black before my eyes, and I saw stars everywhere.
A strong wave of dizziness hit me, and I could no longer hold on, collapsing to the ground.
However, his gaze remained fixed on His Majesty's face, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Today is an unprecedented and humiliating day for the Xuanji Guard!
Not only did the enemy manage to replace the provincial examination papers under close surveillance, but now an assassin has managed to harm His Majesty right under his nose, plunging him into this life-or-death predicament.
As soon as Chu Xinglan started working, her delicate brows furrowed tightly.
She could also clearly sense that His Majesty's life force was already as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, as if it would be completely extinguished at any moment.
The ferocity of that toxin was absolutely terrifying!
Not only that, she could only barely suppress and lock it down with her profound cultivation, slowing down the rate at which her life force was being lost, but her own true energy was being consumed at an extremely rapid rate.
Chu Xinglan immediately opened her own "domain," and a bright white light enveloped the Empress, barely maintaining a fragile balance.
At this moment, Qin Minghuang seemed to have been awakened by the input of true energy, and she actually opened her eyes completely.
She had never felt so weak before; every breath brought excruciating pain to her entire body, and her throat was as dry and hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
Struggling and using all his strength, he gave the order in a weak but exceptionally clear voice.
"Summon all imperial heirs...to come immediately...all commanders of the Xuanji Guard...Prime Minister Pei...General Meng...enter the palace at once..."
"yes!"
Pan Yue gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up. He immediately rushed out and released a specially made signal arrow into the air without hesitation.
At the same time, he barely managed to control the little true energy he had left, causing the mountain phantom to reappear above the palace. This was the highest level of rallying signal.
Su Quan was already in tears, but at this moment he stood up shakily and stumbled out of the imperial study.
He grabbed the arm of a Qingluan Guard general who was rushing towards him, his voice hoarse and broken.
"Quickly! Summon Prime Minister Pei and General Meng to the palace immediately!"
"Get them here as fast as you can, even if you have to carry them!"
"yes!"
Seeing this, the Qingluan Guard general knew that the fate of the nation was at stake, so he clasped his hands in acceptance of the order.
He turned and ran away at top speed, even scaling the palace walls to reach his maximum speed.
Su Quan immediately rushed back to the imperial study, took the health-preserving tea that His Majesty usually drank from the imperial desk, and carefully knelt down beside His Majesty.
"Your Majesty, please have some tea to soothe your throat."
With trembling arms, he lifted her head, brought the rim of the bowl close to her lips, and fed her the tea very slowly, little by little.
The lukewarm tea slid down my chapped lips and throat, like parched land receiving a refreshing rain.
Su Quan served her with extreme care, and Qin Minghuang drank with great difficulty.
Each swallow was unusually slow, as if afraid that a cough would cause the last breath to dissipate.
Not now. She must hold on, she must issue her final edict, and stabilize this vast dynasty.
Just a little longer... it'll be over soon...
Soon, the closest imperial heirs, under Ling Muxue's protection, rushed into the imperial study at top speed.
"Mother Queen!"
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