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What is the Imperial Family best at?
That's right, it's killing and silencing.
At night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
Every time I thought of Murong Cang's gloomy expression during the day, I felt he was up to no good. I was afraid that if I fell asleep, I might never wake up again.
My worries were not unfounded. When I heard a sound, I quickly got up, but Murong Cang's knife was faster, the gleaming blade pressed directly against my neck.
I am the Empress Dowager! Where are the guards?
Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced around; there wasn't a single person in the palace.
Murong Cang coldly said, "Stop looking. I issued an edict during the day for all the eunuchs and maidservants in your palace to go to the Buddhist Hall to pray for you at night. Now, there isn't even a night watchman in your chambers."
Murong Cang had also changed his attire, disguising himself as a eunuch. After all, this was family shame that needed to be hidden away. This emperor was too ruthless; no matter how much of a Red Apricot Out of the Wall I might be, I am still his mother. To kill without discussion—how heartless!
I hurriedly said, " Imperial Son, you've frightened your mother. Let's talk things over; there's no need for weapons."
Murong Cang smiled darkly: "Mother?"
He pressed down on the blade, and pain shot through my neck; I could feel blood trickling down. He shouted fiercely, "Who dares impersonate the Empress Dowager of the Dynasty Da Feng? Have you eaten the courage of a leopard? Do you think the hundred thousand Imperial Guards are pushovers? Speak! Who are you? Where is my mother?"
He suddenly asked so many questions that I didn't know which one to answer first. I pondered in my heart whether to resist sternly or to confess openly.
As I was lost in thought, Murong Cang pressed harder on the knife, causing me to scream in pain, "Hey, be gentle! You might kill someone!"
He snorted coldly, "Tell me everything, or I'll take your head and annihilate your entire clan."
Taking heads and annihilating clans seemed like an extravagant threat; I guessed he wouldn't actually go that far.
The Empress Dowager's disappearance was a matter that could shake the foundations of the country. As the emperor, Murong Cang surely understood this. However, I had heard that the emperor liked to secretly train assassins, eliminating anyone he wished at will. With this thought in mind, I decided to play the emotional card with Murong Cang.
I said, "Your mother and I are good friends."
Murong Cang frowned, "My mother... No, I mean, how could my mother—"
I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my shoulders as his expression faltered and he struggled to continue. But as I laughed, I quickly stopped because Murong Cang's imposing aura returned.
You see, not everyone can act recklessly under the protection of a powerful figure.
I licked my lips and explained, "My name is Zou Xiaoyue. The Empress Dowager has known me since she was young; we have a very close relationship. Recently, she grew tired of palace life and wanted to go out for some fresh air. She was worried you wouldn't agree, so she asked me, a friend skilled in disguise, to impersonate her."
As I spoke, I handed Murong Cang a letter written by the Empress Dowager.
This letter was meant to prevent any exposure of the situation and protect me from fatal consequences.
Murong Cang looked at the letter with suspicion and asked, "Taking a break?"
I replied firmly, "Yes, it is definitely not what you think, Red Apricot Out of the Wall. This letter is personally written by the Empress Dowager and bears her seal."
There was no reason for Murong Cang to doubt me. Although he no longer held a knife to my throat, the gleaming blade remained in his hand, and I dared not make any sudden moves.
Indeed, I had underestimated Murong Cang. He glanced at me, and the tip of the knife lowered slightly. "You've known the Empress Dowager since childhood?"
My heart instantly raced to my throat.
With a flick of his wrist, he opened my nightgown, revealing a large expanse of my fair skin on my shoulder. "You’re in your forties or fifties, yet your skin is well-maintained."
"You're too kind," I responded cautiously, afraid that he might leave a scar on my shoulder if he lost focus.
He continued, "I recognize my mother's handwriting, so I will temporarily believe that she went out to relax. However, regarding your identity... if you don't come clean, I'm afraid my knife will continue its descent."
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