This turn of events left Sun Xiaoxiao's entire family dumbfounded. The emperor appeared clear-headed and cold-faced, showing no trace of his previous dazed state or lingering memories.
The eunuchs and guards filed in, each holding their breath and looking solemn: "Your Majesty."
The emperor pinched the bridge of his nose, pointed at the "Empress" on the ground—an assassin who looked exactly like the Empress—and said coldly, "Interrogate her."
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Sun Xiaoxiao felt an indescribable shock run through her heart, making her almost want to swear.
Give me back my tears! Give me back my emotions!
The scene shifts, and the assassin is now covered in whip marks, nail marks, and burn marks from branding irons, looking as if he'd been pulled from the water. The emperor, on the other hand, sits calmly to the side, sipping tea and reviewing memorials, as if the scene before him doesn't exist.
The sky was dark and gloomy. Finally, the assassin, unable to withstand the torture any longer, weakly uttered a few words:
"I confess...I confess..."
"Who is it?" The emperor asked without looking up, circling the memorial in vermilion ink.
"It's...the Seventh Prince..."
The emperor suddenly raised his eyes, the coldness in them like ice and snow in the dead of winter.
"Drag her away and keep a close watch on her. Don't let her die."
The guards acknowledged and dragged the assassin, who was lying there like a dead dog, away.
At this point, the parents' love story had turned into a suspenseful palace intrigue drama. Sun Xiaoxiao watched with bated breath, both shocked and hopefully waiting... Could it be that the emperor didn't kill the assassin because of his face? Could it be because he still had feelings for him?
Although her true love is Ye Chu and Princess Pingzhao, Sun Xiaoxiao also enjoys shipping the couple's romance. The Emperor's cold-blooded actions dampened her enthusiasm for the pairing. However, upon further reflection, she realized the assassin wasn't the real Empress. Perhaps the Emperor's actions stemmed from his hatred for her impersonating the Empress, which he felt had shattered the purity in his heart?
Her on-screen couples are still great to ship! And even better now!
As they were making amends, the scene on the screen shifted to the Seventh Prince's residence.
The seventh prince stood in his residence, gazing into the distance towards the imperial palace.
"Clang—clang—clang—"
"Clang—clang—clang—"
"Clang—clang—clang—"
Nine chimes!
The Seventh Prince's expression brightened, and his trusted aide standing beside him also showed an excited look: "My lord, it's done!"
The Seventh Prince clenched his fist, turned and strode back into the house, giving an order:
"All generals, heed my command! Follow me into the palace to quell the traitors and capture the villains!"
The generals in the mansion were all fully equipped and ready to go. In no time, large groups of troops had already swept through the streets of the imperial city!
"Kill the traitors! Defend the emperor! Protect the king! Cleanse the court of corrupt officials!"
The seventh prince, sword in hand, straddled his horse, exuding an imposing aura: "Follow me, let's storm the imperial city!"
Large groups of black-armored soldiers moved like ghosts across the empty, deserted streets.
The camera gradually pans upwards, shifting to a bird's-eye view from the sky. From high above, the soldiers marching at dawn resemble moving black chess pieces.
The scene gradually transformed into a real chessboard. This chessboard was clearly divided into black and white pieces, except that there were more black pieces than white pieces.
Two slender white fingers pinched a black chess piece and pressed it into the center of the board with a "snap".
stupid move.
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