The flames before her were dazzling, almost blinding her eyes.
What had those people said? The Emperor, wise and mighty, had long anticipated the treachery of the Three Feudal Kings. Under the guise of a hunt, he secretly mobilized troops to eliminate Gu Jin'an and the Southwest's Three Feudal Kings in one fell swoop.
She had narrowly escaped the capital, fleeing into the deep mountains under Gu Jin'an's pursuit. After three months of traversing mountains and valleys, she finally reached Ying Tai, only to find the camp deserted and the military token in her hand was a fake.
And just as she managed to return to the capital with great difficulty, she learned that her father, who had fought for Great Yan all his life, was accused of colluding with the enemy, and her entire maternal clan had been slaughtered!
Three days later was the Queen's coronation ceremony!
Guan Shubai, you fool!
Did you really think he cared for you? Open your eyes and see who is sitting beside him now.
Who is sitting beside him now?
Who? Who? His Queen? But hadn’t she died? Right before her eyes, she had crashed into a pillar and died swiftly.
Then who could it be? Who was his Queen?
She felt as if her heart were being gnawed by thousands of ants—so painful, so despairing—that she wished she could slice her heart out and discard it, anything to escape this torment!
Everything before her suddenly blurred. In a fleeting moment, she recalled that day when he stood in the square, a vast darkness behind him. He held her hand and said to her, “Xiao Bai, in this world, you are all I have.”
He said he only had her.
Indeed, he only had her, and she only had him.
They promised to face everything together—danger, hardship, adversity, and despair. They vowed never to betray each other, never to abandon one another.
She had fled thousands of miles, risking her life just to see him one more time, to be with him until the end.
Had she done something wrong? Was there a misunderstanding between them? What had gone wrong?
If not, if all of this was true, then at this very moment, who was standing beside him in that magnificent palace?
Who was it?
Her limbs felt numb, almost frozen like a statue, her throat filled with the metallic taste of blood.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her voice felt as if it were choked with lead. She gasped and finally broke into a desperate roar that echoed like a beast's cry: “Yan Lin! Come out here!”
With just that one shout, she silenced everyone.
Blood spilled from her mouth; it seemed that this cry had drained her of all her strength. She stared fiercely at the palace gate, her dark hair flying wildly, breath coming in ragged gasps mixed with blood. Her face was pale and ghostly.
“Let her go.”
A voice quietly echoed from a distant palace gate.
The lights there were so bright that they made one’s eyes dizzy.
Yet Guan Shubai seemed to be frozen in place, staring intently, his wrist hidden within the wide sleeves trembling violently, like a dying patient with no strength left.
A flash of bright yellow appeared, shining even more splendidly under the heavy lights. Dozens of Palace Maids stood by, carefully attending to him, surrounding him like stars encircling the moon, tall and elegant, standing out from the crowd.
Beside him stood a figure in pale pink, delicate yet resolute, her white fingers gripping his sleeve. She resembled a drowning person desperately clinging to a piece of driftwood, exhausting all her strength to hold on, only to discover that the driftwood was actually a venomous water snake.
A sweet metallic taste surged from his throat, but his consciousness suddenly sharpened.
This woman was not unfamiliar to him; it seemed she had been living in the palace since the day he entered.
Her name was Meng Suxin. It was said that she was merely a lowly maid who had gained favor by chance and had been granted a lowly title without any further mention.
Over the years, amidst the fierce struggles for power and life-and-death battles in the harem, no one had ever noticed this quiet woman who had no offspring, no title, no solid family background, and certainly no imperial favor.
Darkness swirled before his eyes as Guan Shubai wanted to laugh but found himself unable to do so.
Ah, what a brilliant scheme!
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