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Lord Wang looked up in terror at the cold, glinting blade, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but dared not speak.
Beside him, Lord Zhao couldn't help but tug at Lord Wang's sleeve and whispered, "Lord Wang, at this point, we should just say it. Otherwise..."
Taking a deep breath, Lord Wang seemed to make a difficult decision and trembled as he said, "Your Majesty... 'Ayan' he... he is..."
Just as Lord Wang was about to reveal the true identity of 'Ayan', Xiao Jingyan suddenly turned the blade to point directly at Lord Zhao: "You say it!"
Lord Zhao was startled by Xiao Jingyan's sudden action and collapsed to the ground, stammering, "Your Majesty spare me, Your Majesty spare me! 'Ayan' he... he... he is..."
"He is..." Xiao Jingyan pressed closer, the sword nearing Lord Zhao's throat.
Feeling the bone-chilling coldness, Lord Zhao finally broke down and shouted, "He is... the posthumous son of the late emperor!"
"What?!"
This statement thundered in Chu Yunqing's ears like a clap of lightning. She quickly covered her mouth to stifle a gasp.
The posthumous son of the late emperor? How could this be possible?
A storm surged within Chu Yunqing. If 'Ayan' really was the posthumous son of the late emperor, then he would be... Xiao Jingyan's half-brother?
She held her breath, continuing to listen to the sounds inside the room, wanting to know more about "Ayan."
"What did you say?!" Xiao Jingyan's voice rose in shock as he abruptly pulled back his long sword, looking at Lord Zhao in disbelief. "Say that again!"
Lord Zhao collapsed to the ground, trembling all over, but he dared not defy Xiao Jingyan's command and could only stammer, "‘Ayan’ he... he is... the posthumous son of the late emperor..."
"He is..." Xiao Jingyan pressed closer, the sword edging toward Lord Zhao's throat.
Feeling the bone-chilling cold, Lord Zhao finally broke down and shouted, "He is... the posthumous son of the late emperor!"
"What?!"
This sentence exploded like thunder in Chu Yunqing's ears. She quickly covered her mouth to suppress a gasp.
The posthumous son of the late emperor? How could this be possible?
Lord Zhao collapsed on the ground, trembling all over, but he dared not defy Xiao Jingyan's command and could only stammer again, "‘Ayan’ he... he is... the posthumous son of the late emperor..."
At that moment, images flashed through Chu Yunqing's mind. Leaning against the wall with a splitting headache, she caught Xiao Jingyan's attention as he approached her hiding spot step by step.
Chu Yunqing covered her mouth to keep silent, but she still left traces that Xiao Jingyan noticed. He stood just a meter away from her, his sword raised high.
In the next moment, the hardwood on the table was severed by the sword.
With a bang, Xiao Jingyan narrowed his eyes and said, "Your Majesty, how did you come to know Ayan?"
The two officials exchanged glances, hesitating to speak. Xiao Jingyan sheathed his sword, dismissed the two officials, and returned to his throne. He took a sip of clear tea and then slowly said, "Your Majesty, when do you plan to come out?"
Chu Yunqing paused, and when she looked up, she found Xiao Jingyan's deep-set eyes fixed on her intently.
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