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It was still daybreak, and the fish belly white in the sky had not yet dispersed.

Yi Qianhuan had just arrived at the palace gate on horseback. Before he entered the palace, he could smell a strong smell of blood against the wind.

The strong pungent smell, accompanied by silence, suddenly made Yi Qianhuan's heart surge with an extremely strong bad premonition.

Without getting off the horse, she held the reins tightly in her hands and walked into the palace gate step by step.

The guards at the palace gate should have stopped her, scolded her for disrespect, and asked her to dismount immediately.

However, today, no guard stepped forward to stop her at the palace gate.

Or rather, no living guard had the chance to step forward and stop her.

After passing through the palace gate, hundreds of guards' bodies were lying on the ground, their bodies piled on top of each other, with many broken pieces and limbs all over their bodies, looking extremely bloody.

Yi Qianhuan silently took in this scene. She did not dismount, but walked slowly forward.

After passing through the palace gate, a scene like hell on earth appeared before her eyes.

The road leading to the Hall of Mental Cultivation was littered with corpses.

The bodies of palace maids, eunuchs, female officials, some officials, and even some concubines in the harem were all gathered here. Their identities were no longer a matter of course, they were all just a pool of flesh and blood.

Yi Qianhuan walked all the way to the Zhengda Guangming Hall.

The white jade steps leading to the Zhengda Guangming Hall had been dyed red with blood. Among the corpses of ministers, stood a man wearing a dragon robe.

The man's face was covered in blood. He heard the sound of horse hooves and turned around to see Yi Qianhuan.

"National God, you're here!" Bei Yunting smiled joyfully, his eyes brimming with madness as he raised his arms high towards Yi Qianhuan. "You've come just in time! Come quickly and help me."

The horse under Yi Qianhuan's feet stepped on the arm of one of the palace maids.

The palace maid's body tilted over, her lifeless eyes filled with fear and tears, she died with her eyes open.

Yi Qianhuan closed his eyes tightly.

"Bei Yunting, you're crazy."

Bei Yunting tilted his head, as if he was thinking about Yi Qianhuan's words, and then suddenly frowned and scolded: "National God, even if I respect you, you can't speak to me with such an attitude!"

"You're the one who cursed me, aren't you?" Yi Qianhuan ignored Bei Yunting's complaints and said in a gloomy tone, "Actually, I've never been able to figure out who has the ability to curse me. This person must not only be a powerful mystic, but also have an extraordinary destiny. Otherwise, an ordinary person's curse wouldn't have such a great effect on me."

"It was not until Wu Chen died that I thought, how could anyone's fate be more extraordinary than that of an emperor? Bei Yunting, I really didn't expect that you, as an emperor, are also a powerful master of mysticism. When it comes to mysticism, your strength should be comparable to mine." When Yi Qianhuan figured it all out just now, he couldn't accept this fact for a while.

Bei Yunting hid it too deeply.

However, when the truth appeared before my eyes, everything seemed so reasonable.

"You've deceived all of us. Ever since the battle in Xiye... no, ever since the Regent and Princess' souls were swapped, or even before that, when the Crown Prince was framed for treason, you've been using your mystical arts to ruin everyone's fate. Chi Lian's parents died because of you, the Regent and Princess couldn't meet because of you, my parents died because of you, my eldest brother was deposed because of you, and even I was cursed by you. Chi Lian is even dying right now just to keep me alive. Bei Yunting, you're truly amazing."

Yi Qianhuan didn't say a word, but all he felt was a biting chill spreading throughout his body.

Bei Yunting is a really scary person.

He was able to do all of this without any mistakes.

He never thought that he would only discover Bei Yunting's true face now. Yi Qianhuan's expression became even colder than before.

"Haha..." Bei Yunting laughed, his eyes narrowed strangely, like two curved hooks, "How about it, isn't it interesting?"

Yi Qianhuan's face was frozen, and the veins on his forehead throbbed with anger. "Interesting? Bei Yunting, what do you think of human life?"

"What do other people's lives have to do with me?" Bei Yunting's expression gradually twisted. He stared at Yi Qianhuan in a daze. "These people's lives have nothing to do with me. I can only blame them for blocking my way! Yi Qianhuan, you and I are just like each other. We are both born excellent people, but why is fate so unfair to us?"

Yi Qianhuan didn't say anything. She looked at Bei Yunting and suddenly felt curious.

She really wanted to know how many more unbelievable words could come out of Bei Yunting's mouth.

Seeing that Yi Qianhuan didn't interrupt him, Bei Yunting became even more agitated. "You are the national god. You should be high and mighty. Yet, you are forced to endure a hundred years of loneliness. How miserable and desolate is this? And I am the same."

"You're not trying to say that you and I are the same, are you?" A flicker of disgust flashed across Yi Qianhuan's phoenix eyes. "Bei Yunting, I already find you disgusting. You're really making me want to vomit."

"Hahaha, it's useless for you to deny it! Yi Qianhuan, do you know that I was originally the smartest prince of my father's lap? I am better than the former crown prince! Whether it's academics or training, I am number one. I am also the number one mystic. There is no one in this world who is better than me. I should be the supreme ruler, the king above all others! But, that blind father chose the former crown prince!"

Bei Yunting gnashed his teeth, his face completely red with anger. "I don't understand why there are such unfair things in this world? Father always praises my excellence, but he doesn't want me to be the emperor. He's letting me be controlled by others for the rest of my life! I won't accept this! Why? Why can't I be the emperor? Since Father won't give it to me, then I will snatch it away. I must become the most outstanding one among all our brothers!"

"I think it's not that your father doesn't love you, but that he loves you too much. He feels so sorry for a talent like you, so he chose not to give you the throne. Because only by staying away from the throne can you survive smoothly and avoid an early death."

"You already know." Bei Yunting understood that Yi Qianhuan had already learned about the curse.

Yi Qianhuan nodded without denying it. She suddenly thought of something: "It turns out that the former crown prince is the truly pitiful person. His father knew that becoming emperor would lead to early death, but he still passed the throne to him. Perhaps, the late emperor really wanted to protect you. He planned everything for you. It's a pity, Bei Yunting, that you don't understand your father's painstaking efforts. You killed the scapegoat your father prepared for you and personally cut off your own future. How about it, it feels bad to be cursed like this, right?"

Bei Yunting's expression turned extremely ugly: "Yi Qianhuan, you'd better shut up!"