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Yu Huan was taken aback, exclaiming, "Your Majesty?"
In the corner, Wen Tian trembled slightly as she walked over. Her solemn face revealed no hint of her thoughts. She bit her lip and asked softly, "Do we still need to keep pretending?"
At her words, Yu Huan stiffened, the panic slowly fading from his expression. He reached up and slowly tore off a human skin mask, revealing an extraordinarily handsome face beneath.
"Ah, how can it be you?" Ju Xiang exclaimed in shock, her grip on the sword wavering. "Sister Wang, could this be a mistake? Zhi Yun... how is that possible?"
Wen Tian remained silent, only managing a bitter smile. She too wished her suspicions were unfounded and that the man before her was indeed the one behind the mask.
The explanation for it all was quite simple: his true identity was the leader of this group of rebels. He had infiltrated the palace to gather information more conveniently, and winning over Yu Huan was merely a means to an end. Encouraging Ju Xiang to betray them and sowing discord among them was part of his plan as well. What Tang Zhiyun couldn't understand was how she had seen through him; he had always been meticulous in his actions.
"From the moment you willingly entered the palace in place of your father and chose to stay by my side," Wen Tian answered his unspoken question. After a pause, she added, "That reason is too flimsy." Of course, this was just her initial speculation.
Tang Zhiyun nodded in agreement with her assessment but then asked, "So how did you deduce that I am not Yu Huan?"
"Quite simply, it's the letters," she replied, referring to the correspondence exchanged with Ju Xiang recently. "Imitating someone's handwriting is difficult enough; imitating two people's handwriting in such a short time is even harder. Yu Huan can't do it, and within the entire palace, only the knowledgeable and talented master Tang has that ability."
Clap clap—
It was Tang Zhiyun applauding. Despite being captured and facing death, a calm smile remained on his face.
"Your analysis is thorough and reasonable, but it could also be Ju Xiang's own intention." At that time, he had imitated Ju Xiang's tone and mannerisms when he wrote the first letter.
Upon hearing this, Ju Xiang's expression changed drastically, alternating between pale and flushed. She had indeed thought this way before, which was why she had penned that aggressive letter... For the one she loved, it was no problem to fall out with Sister Wang, but she had never considered rebellion. She couldn't help but wonder what Sister Wang was thinking. This thought made Ju Xiang feel a bit anxious.
"The royal family has been studying imperial teachings since childhood. Although Ju Xiang is not an emperor, she is still Sister Wang to me. I believe that even if she harbors resentment, she would never disregard the greater good for personal feelings."
Wen Tian's words brought tears to Ju Xiang's eyes; she was on the verge of giving her a fierce hug: "Sister Wang..."
In truth, Ju Xiang was Wen Tian's last gamble. She was betting on her loyalty and the depth of their sisterly bond. Fortunately, Ju Xiang did not let her down. Of course, those words were more for her benefit; life is unpredictable. If she could guard against one Tang Zhiyun, how many more could she defend against? A woman's heart is easily swayed.
"What I don't understand is how you managed to win over Yu Huan?" From her observations over the past few days, Yu Huan had treated her sincerely. After she rejected all male companions, he was the only one willing to lower himself to serve her as a simple inner servant.
"Because he is a man. For hundreds of years, women have ruled as emperors while men have had to live in servitude; this is inherently unfair. Pangu created the world and Nuwa fashioned humanity; everything in this world is meant to be equal. Why should men alone be so humble? Therefore, if we want to live with our heads held high, there is only one way—rebellion!"
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