Outside the Bright Hall, the Imperial Guard was becoming increasingly uneasy amidst a tense and restless atmosphere. Wang Shaoji paced back and forth at the door before turning to walk towards the hall.
At that moment, Wang Shaoqiu stopped him.
Wang Shaoji’s eyes were already red with urgency as he said, "What’s going on inside? We must know. You keep preventing us from going in; what if they escape?"
Wang Shaoqiu replied calmly, "Our men have surrounded the entire hall. They couldn’t escape even if they had wings."
"Brother, remain calm."
In contrast to Wang Shaoji’s anxiety, Wang Shaoqiu’s eyes were as cold as ice, lacking any trace of impatience. He calmly said, "Tonight, he must die. But do you remember what I told you?"
Wang Shaoji furrowed his brows, "What did you say? You’ve said so much over these days."
Wang Shaoqiu said, "Brother, you absolutely cannot do it yourself!"
These words made Wang Shaoji calm down somewhat.
Indeed, from the beginning, his brother had repeatedly emphasized this point, saying that fate would intervene. Thus, when Chu Yang mentioned the Emperor’s destined death, he accepted Wang Shaoqiu’s hint and allowed them to enter the Bright Hall.
But, can Chu Yang truly resort to suicide?
Now inside, what is really happening?
As his thoughts were chaotic, wanting to enter yet hesitant, the other Imperial Guards could no longer bear it. Several Deputy Generals shouted loudly, "General, what is happening now?"
"We want to go into the hall and see."
"Exactly, whether dead or alive, we’ve reached this point tonight; we cannot afford any mistakes!"
As their words resounded, the Imperial Guards remaining on the square and the path became even more agitated. They raised their swords and blades and shouted, "Let us in!"
This moment, Wang Shaoji also panicked.
Just now, when everyone’s target was Chu Yang and Shang Ruyi, they could steer the anger of these people. But now, only he and Wang Shaoqiu stood at the door; if there were no movements inside, and if they did not provide an explanation, tonight’s situation would become uncontrollable.
With things already becoming this chaotic, the Old Palace Guards should have received the news and might be arriving soon!
Things must be resolved quickly!
With this thought, he turned to Wang Shaoqiu, "Should we—"
But before he could finish his sentence, behind him, the heavy hall door suddenly emitted a loud, hoarse rumbling and then slowly opened.
At this moment, everyone froze.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes simultaneously turned towards the door.
From the doorway, suddenly a gust of wind carrying the scent of blood blew out. Even the Imperial Guards, who were skilled in combat and accustomed to life and death, felt a moment of trepidation, as a slender figure slowly walked out through the bloody wind.
The whole Jiangdu Palace fell silent in that instant.
Because the one who emerged from the Bright Hall was Shang Ruyi.
Yet it was a Shang Ruyi that no one dared to acknowledge, even Wang Shaoji couldn’t help but widen his eyes in horror upon seeing her—
She wore a pure white garment, with Feathered Immortal Shoes on her feet. Her black hair was hanging down her back, fluttering like her clothes in the night breeze, giving an illusion that she might ascend to immortality at any moment.
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No, not just her body; her face was also drenched in blood, her entire head and face almost soaked. Blood continued to drip from her hair, staining her chest and front, and as she stepped out of the hall and slowly walked forward, her steps left one red bloody footprint after another.
Instinctively, Wang Shaoji glanced inside.
Just one glance, and his heart sank.
This outcome was what he’d dreamed of for days, yet even in his dreams he hadn’t foreseen it, nor had he imagined that at this moment, this seemingly weak woman, who seemed easily defeated, could still walk out of the Bright Hall?
He instinctively said, "Shang Ruyi, you—"
Before he could finish, Shang Ruyi turned woodenly and looked at him.