Yi Xin as a concubine

The sky was gray, the last darkness before dawn.

One after another, figures dressed in gorgeous and solemn clothes passed through the main hall filled with the scent of sandalwood and came to the observation deck to the sound of Sanskrit of the monks' morning prayers at Mingjue Temple.

When the first red streak rose in the sky, His Majesty the Emperor arrived slowly with several concubines.

Oh, it’s not too late, because he always remembers this time, neither early nor late, it was that moment, the moment he rushed into the city gate.

His Majesty the Emperor climbed up the high platform that belonged to him alone almost reverently, looking at the bright red at the top of the waterfall with full anticipation.

Watching it break free from its shackles little by little, dyeing more clouds red little by little, just like the invincible elite army under his command, marching step by step from the border into Shengjing, dyeing the territories red along the way.

When the blood-red sun finally jumped out of the water, it shone so brightly that no one could open their eyes.

At that moment, the aging Emperor Ning stood up excitedly. The old man, who was already in his twilight years, suddenly became radiant and his eyes were full of brilliance, as if he had returned to his forties.

Ambitious and ambitious!

However, when everyone adjusted to the light and opened their eyes, they saw a shocking scene: more than a dozen figures in silver helmets and silver armor were coming against the light, their armor reflected blood red by the sunset glow, and they were in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!" The panicked screams of women and children rang out one after another.

However, the dozen figures seemed not to have seen them at all. They dodged left and right to avoid the women and children, swung a few swords casually, forced back the men who thought they were brave, and then attacked directly towards the bright yellow man on the platform.

Noble Consort Xie, who had been proud of being able to go up on the platform with His Majesty, and the two concubines who had recently been favored were so frightened that they turned pale, screamed continuously, and fell uncontrollably under the platform. They did not care about their sprained ankles, bruised legs, and broken hands, and they rolled and crawled into the empty space under the platform, hugging each other and trembling regardless of their status.

The old emperor was very tough. He snatched the big knife from the guard's hand and wanted to chop the approaching assassin with a handsome blow. Unfortunately, his body was hollowed out by alcohol and sex, and he couldn't withstand the force of the knife. He was almost knocked off the platform by the inertia of the knife. Finally, he used the knife to hold the ground to stabilize his body.

The assassin's sword, which was originally intended to hit the old emperor's shoulder, missed the target unexpectedly. He was stunned for a moment and was almost injured by the guard. After he reacted, he swung his sword and killed the guard. Another companion had already come over and easily injured the dog emperor who was sitting on the ground with a sword.

The Imperial Guards finally ran in amid everyone's exclamations, and the moment they came in, they dispersed to protect the emperor and everyone, and organized people to attack back. But at this moment, more than a dozen assassins left their opponents behind, ran towards the edge of the cliff, and jumped down without looking back.

They moved so swiftly, without any assassin spirit at all, as if they came here on a whim just to scare people, and left without hesitation.

Everyone was also confused by this scene. Is it okay to commit suicide just because of a disagreement?

But now that the assassin was gone, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The people who usually looked so high and mighty were now in a state of disgrace. They looked at each other with meaningful expressions, and quickly turned their backs to straighten their clothes, trying to make themselves look less embarrassing in front of everyone.

Tu Xiong was originally shouting and ordering his men to chase after them, but when they reached the cliff, they all stopped. The cliff was a hundred feet high and the bottom could not be seen with the naked eye.

If she jumps down, will Yan still be alive?

Having not heard the old emperor's order for a long time, the officials who had sorted themselves out could not help but look towards the platform.

The old emperor seemed to have aged several years in an instant, and sat on the steps in a daze, his eyes dull and lifeless, without any focus.

The eunuch Qiu He, who had been protecting the old emperor, was now lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and several imperial concubines were nowhere to be found.

Just when everyone felt that something was wrong with the emperor and wanted to go forward to check, a large knife flashing with cold light suddenly stabbed towards the emperor's vest with determination and hatred.

By the time the nearest guard arrived, the knife had already been inserted into the emperor's back, but the woman was too weak and was taken down before she could penetrate deeper.

The emperor was stimulated by the sudden pain and suddenly woke up. He pushed away Tu Xiong who was trying to support her and stood up shakily.

It was only then that everyone saw that the old emperor's right shoulder blade was bright red, and it was obvious that he had been injured before.

When everyone was shouting and calling for the imperial physician, several princes and grandchildren had already rushed towards the old emperor. If they didn't show their filial piety now, when would they wait?

But the old emperor did not give them a chance. He turned around suddenly, and the big knife behind him was still clearly stuck in his back, and the handle of the knife trembled slightly with the old emperor's movements.

With a ferocious face, he grabbed the woman's neck and questioned her in an angry old voice: "Bitch, tell me, who sent you here?"

"Haha, haha, bah! You deserve to die!" The woman's throat was strangled, and every syllable she uttered was extremely difficult, but it did not prevent her from releasing her hatred.

"Damn it!" Perhaps anger stimulated the old emperor's strength. He swung the hand that was holding the woman's neck violently. The woman was thrown heavily off the platform, lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

The two guards were about to step forward and arrest the woman. The woman glared at the guards with sharp eyes and said hatefully, "You bastard who helps the tyrant, don't touch me, get out!"

When she saw the two guards pause, she laughed and scolded the emperor again.

"You dog emperor, you shall not die well. What I cannot do today, someone will do for me in the future. Just wait, you'd better not close your eyes when you sleep. Today it's me, tomorrow it may be your favorite imperial concubine. You have so many women, so many women who satisfy your perverted desires. Do you know how many people want you dead? Haha..."

"Kill them! Kill them all. You can't kill them all. Haha..."

The woman looked like a madman, yelling and stumbling towards the edge of the cliff. The old emperor was so angry that he vomited three liters of blood, and with trembling hands he was about to order the guards to capture her.

But the guards didn't dare. The woman was originally dressed as a concubine. She was running while taking off her clothes and letting her hair down. After all, she was the emperor's woman. It would be fine for her to sleep with one or two unfavored men in secret, but they didn't dare to look at the concubine's body openly.

The guards were afraid to act rashly, and the others were also dumbfounded. For a moment, no one dared to step forward to stop them. The old emperor was furious, and even the imperial physician who came forward to treat him was stunned by a slap in the face.

"Haha, you dog emperor, I'm waiting in the sky to see what happens to you." After saying that, he jumped without hesitation.

The woman was only wearing a white middle garment. The moment she jumped down, she was like a dancing butterfly. She looked back and smiled sweetly. Her smile was so bright and dazzling, as if she was not going to die, but to a joyful feast.

"May the abyss beneath the Buddhist gate wash away all the filth that has stained me, so that I can live a clean life in the next life."

The clear and joyful voice gradually faded away, leaving an indelible echo in everyone's heart.

Emperor Ning was both angry and furious, and due to excessive blood loss, he finally fell into a coma when the female voice completely disappeared.

It was not until this time that Master Zhiyuan finally arrived. With a look of compassion on his face, he looked at the several corpses lying on the scene, chanted a Buddhist name, and arranged for someone to lead the way. He took the group of nobles, who could not hide their embarrassment no matter what, back to the Zen temple that had been arranged before.

But with the emperor's life or death unknown, this group of people did not dare to leave without permission even though they were in a panic, so they all gathered outside the Zen room, quietly waiting for the diagnosis and treatment results in the room.

In the early morning of late October when the sun had just risen, the wind from the top of the mountain blew mercilessly through the crowd, making those whose clothes were just soaked with sweat, hug their arms tightly, with serious expressions as if waiting for the final verdict.

They waited for an hour, and the imperial doctors came out one after another. They looked very calm, without any fear or timidity of facing the threat of death. Everyone couldn't help but relax a lot.

Sure enough, not long after, the chief eunuch Qiu He came out trembling, and gave orders to everyone in a shrill voice.

"Your Majesty is fine now. It's time for you to rest. My lords and ladies, please go back to your residence and pack up. Someone will notify you of your return time."

After saying that, he hurried back into the house to work.