This window is very familiar to viewers of "The Tale of Clouds". Outside the window stands a tall pear tree. The emperor often stood here, gazing at the fluttering, snow-like pear blossoms, reminiscing about his deceased wife.
At this moment, the old eunuch clearly had no leisure to appreciate the flowers. He opened the window without hesitation. The cicadas were buzzing in the summer night, and the pear blossoms had long since fallen, leaving only a tree with swaying branches and leaves.
The old eunuch clapped his hands three times lightly.
Suddenly, a slender hand appeared at the window, followed by a second hand.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Eight women dressed as maids climbed into the palace through the window!
Sun Xiaoxiao's family couldn't help but gasp softly.
These eight women are characters who appeared in previous episodes. Some of them are abandoned concubines in the cold palace, while others are just ordinary maids in the palace.
Among them, some had their entire families killed by the emperor, leaving only one survivor; some had their close friends, who were like sisters, executed by the emperor; some formed romantic relationships with eunuchs, but after being reported, the eunuchs refused to confess and were casually ordered to commit suicide by the emperor...
These eight women were all emaciated, some even practically on their last legs. Their only commonality was the deep-seated hatred they all harbored for the emperor.
The old eunuch glanced at them and whispered, "Hurry up." Then he went to the door to keep watch.
Eight women gathered around the emperor's bed, and one of them bent down and untied a tattered, thick rope from her feet. The rope was dirty and broken, but it looked quite sturdy.
The smallest woman tiptoed onto the emperor's bed and wrapped a thick rope around his neck.
The other women took off their socks and crumpled them into a ball.
The group exchanged glances and nodded to each other. One of the palace maids gritted her teeth, grabbed the emperor's neck, and refused to let go; another woman pressed down hard on the emperor's chest, one held his left hand, another his right hand, and two other women held down his legs.
The remaining two women casually stuffed the cloth into the emperor's mouth, and then pulled on both ends of the thick rope with all their might!
The emperor's eyelids began to twitch. His eyes were not yet open, but his body still began to unconsciously twist and struggle.
The emperor, a veteran of many battles, possessed immense strength and nearly kicked away the two women holding his legs. However, the two thin, withered women clung to his legs with all their might, refusing to let go.
The women holding the emperor were flushed, their eyes almost bulging out. No one could explain why these frail women possessed such perseverance, determination, and willpower, refusing to yield even as the emperor kicked and beat them until their mouths and noses bled!
The woman choking him pressed her hand to the emperor's mouth, preventing him from spitting out the rag. The two women pulling the rope yanked hard.
In extreme suffocation, the emperor finally opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a palace maid covering her mouth. A look of confusion flashed across his eyes—clearly, he didn't know who these rebellious and lowly people were.
The emperor struggled violently, trying to make a sound, only to find his mouth stuffed with something filthy and foul. Seeing him awake, the women immediately increased their strength!
Like a dying fish, the emperor unleashed his greatest potential and kicked the two maids off his legs.
The women were not deterred. On the contrary, the two women who had been kicked away crawled back to the dragon bed like dogs. However, this was not the kind of seductive "bed climbing" in traditional palace dramas. It was tinged with death, like a vengeful ghost in the underworld!
The emperor's face flushed crimson, then turned a murky purplish-blue. His majestic eyes began to roll back, and saliva spurted from his mouth, which held the power to decide life and death at will, soaking the filthy socks inside.
The women increased their strength, driven by deep-seated hatred, a death wish, and a resolute determination to drag this noble Son of Heaven down to hell with them, and pulled with all their might!
Their faces were bruised and swollen, covered in blood, and one of them had even been kicked in the eye by the emperor;
They faced death without fear, saying, "Even if there are millions of people, I will go."
The emperor's body began to convulse, and foul-smelling excrement and urine overflowed from under his dragon robe, soaking the dragon bed and defiling the magnificent palaces and jade towers.
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