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A sweetness filled her throat, and a surge of blood rushed up. She struggled to suppress it, swallowing the blood back down.
It turned out it was all a lie; the years of love over the past five years held not a trace of sincerity.
Was this what it felt like to have one’s heart pierced by ten thousand arrows? Guan Shubai no longer wished to say anything more. She tilted her head back to gaze at the sky, feeling an intense chill in the night.
"Xiao Bai, if you are willing, you can still stay by my side. I will not treat you poorly because of your father's matter; you are still the mistress of this palace, my Imperial Noble Consort. I can elevate your rank, as long as you are willing."
Yan Lin looked at her, his expression softening slightly. He raised his wrist, revealing a slender finger bone, reaching out toward her with a hint of expectation.
Guan Shubai scoffed, finding his words utterly ridiculous. With a slight raise of her brow, she forced a smile that radiated unparalleled beauty: "Elevate my rank? What rank does Your Majesty wish to give me? The Imperial Noble Consort? Or perhaps the Empress? If I were to become Empress, how would Your Majesty's current companion fit into that?"
"If you do not wish to remain in the palace, then leave," Yan Lin said with deep-set eyes, his tone calm.
A nearby courtier sensed the tension and attempted to interject but was silenced by Yan Lin. "You once said you did not like the palace; I am now allowing you to leave."
After saying this, Yan Lin turned away from Guan Shubai and walked off, instructing, "Chang Xi, escort her out of the palace."
Chang Xi nodded in acknowledgment and stepped forward to lead her away.
Guan Shubai's gaze turned icy as she drew her blade and charged forward, adopting a desperate fighting style that seemed almost suicidal.
Chang Xi hurriedly ordered the guards not to harm her, but they could not get close enough to restrain her.
...
The clamor of voices filled the air as weapons clashed under the cold moonlight. In the brilliantly lit area, swords and blades stood ready, all aimed at the woman who had once been the most noble of them all.
Meng Suxin turned around in terror, only to see Guan Shubai acting like a madwoman. Over the years, although she had kept a low profile, she had heard the rumors about her.
It was said that Guan Shubai was sharp and capable, exceptionally intelligent, yet today she seemed to be seeking her own demise. Meng Suxin glanced at the emperor, noticing Yan Lin with a cold gaze, staring straight ahead as if he were deaf to everything behind him.
However, his grip on Meng Suxin's hand was so strong that it nearly crushed her fingers.
This side of Yan Lin was unfamiliar to Meng Suxin, filling her with unease and fear. She gently called out to him, but it seemed he couldn't hear her at all; he simply pulled her along step by step, walking further away and stepping onto the cold jade steps made of white marble.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! You must go! Don’t cut off your own escape route!"
Chang Xi shouted, but how could she still hear? Determined to fight to the death, her moves became increasingly fierce; the blade glimmered like snow, and in an instant, several guards fell under her sword.
The guards panicked and drew their weapons to confront her, blood immediately splattering everywhere.
Chang Xi was startled and was about to intervene when she suddenly heard a sharp scream from behind. Someone roared, "Yan Lin! Prepare to die!"
Chang Xi turned around and saw a blue figure leap out from among the eunuchs, sword light flickering like a swimming dragon, heading straight for the emperor's face!
"Protect the emperor!"
"Guard the throne!"
Commander Meng's face turned pale as he shouted and rushed forward.
Yan Lin frowned, dodging the blade's edge with a swift movement. He reached out like a claw and gripped the sword's edge. With a sharp crack, he broke the blade and then hurled the broken sword into the assassin's chest.
The assassin was indeed formidable, not making a sound as he lunged forward with the half-broken sword, this time not targeting Yan Lin, but heading straight for Meng Suxin!
“Ah!” Meng Suxin screamed, covering her eyes and falling to the ground. “Your Majesty, save me!”
“Bastard!” Yan Lin shouted in anger, swiftly positioning himself in front of Meng Suxin.
At that moment, several figures leaped out from among the eunuchs, all skilled fighters who stood on the jade steps, blocking Commander Meng and his men.
Guan Shubai's eyes lit up; seizing the chaos, he rushed up the jade steps and charged at Yan Lin with his blade drawn.
Another assassin charged toward Meng Suxin. Yan Lin could not attend to both threats; he had already sustained a wound on his arm but remained unfazed, coldly exchanging blows with the leading assassin.
The assassin sneered and lunged forward, disregarding Yan Lin's moves entirely. Brandishing the broken sword, he thrust it fiercely while shouting, “Yan Lin! Die!”
“Your Majesty!”
“Your Highness!”
“Empress!”
In that moment, all voices seemed to freeze in time.
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