After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Zhao Hao slowly woke up from the chaos, his consciousness still shrouded in hazy sleepiness. He felt as if his surroundings were soaked in thick ink, dark and quiet like the abyss of death.

His head was dizzy and sluggish, as if he had just woken up from a hangover, and his thoughts floated slowly in his mind.

He subconsciously turned his neck and his eyes searched in the darkness.

Suddenly, two blue lights like will-o'-the-wisp flickered not far away, just like the devil's peeping in the dark night.

Zhao Hao's heart suddenly sank, his breath instantly froze in his throat, and he stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning, cold sweat quietly spreading down his back like fine ants.

The Golden Eagle King noticed his awakening, raised his proud head slightly, and glanced at him from the corner of his eyes with cold eyes. The look seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, with the innate majesty and indifference of a king.

Then, it slowly lay down on the cold ground, its huge body slightly curled up, as if it had shed all its fatigue, gently closed its eyes, and immersed itself in rest.

Its wings were slightly drooping, and its feathers still emitted a cold, hard metallic luster in the darkness. It was obvious that the long-distance flight of hundreds of miles had exhausted its physical strength.

In the dim light, Zhao Hao could vaguely see a golden eagle king lying beside him. Its huge body was like a small hill, emitting an invisible sense of oppression.

Zhao Hao's body was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring. He dared not even breathe, and every breath he took was suppressed and very slow, for fear that a small unintentional movement would disturb this "evil god" and lead to a fatal attack.

Time seems to have stopped, and every passing second seems so long.

After a long time, a slight snoring sound came from the Golden Eagle King's nose. The rhythmic sound echoed in the silence, like a signal of safety.

Zhao Hao finally felt relieved, and he slowly let out a long breath, his tense nerves relaxing a little.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration seemed to cross his mind, as if he remembered something extremely important. He hurriedly lowered his head to check his chest, only to see that the wound had been properly bandaged, with layers of cloth wrapped neatly and tightly.

He tried to move his body slightly. Apart from a slight pain in the wound, his physical condition was completely different from when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

His brow furrowed slightly as memories flooded back. He clearly remembered being on the brink of death before, the endless pain and weakness still lingering in his body's memory. How could he be feeling so much better now? Not only had the pain been greatly alleviated, but his spirit was no longer so sluggish.

What kind of mystery is hidden in this?

Zhao Hao's eyes wandered again, and he saw that Zhao Wei, who had always been as strong as an iron man, was now motionless, as if he had fallen into a deep coma. His heart suddenly tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

Zhao Hao hurriedly used his hands and feet to turn over and move closer, and probed Zhao Wei's breath with trembling fingers, until the faint but real breath gently brushed across his fingertips, his heart slowly settled down, and he lay back in his original position, his heart full of worry and emotion.

He knew very well that Zhao Wei collapsed due to overwork.

These days, Zhao Wei has been escorting him like a tireless top, working day and night. Along the way, he has to be vigilant against the enemy's pursuit, and at the same time, he has to pay attention to taking care of his injuries and searching for herbs and water during the difficult escape. Every decision he makes is a matter of life and death.

It is difficult for one person to do everything alone.

Zhao Hao's heart was filled with gratitude and guilt. He did not have the heart to wake up Zhao Wei, but took advantage of this rare opportunity to carefully sort out the whole story in his mind.

At this moment, he had clearly realized that all this had been a carefully designed trap since he first received the mysterious letter of denunciation.

No matter what choice he made, whether to stay in Kyoto or leave, the final criticism was destined to be directed at him.

If he had not fallen into the trap and chose to stay in Kyoto, then the tribute wine presented by the Sun family in Leizhou City and the seemingly innocent wine waiter would have become sharp weapons to attack him and the forces behind him.

The tribute wine might have already been mixed with deadly poison or prohibited items that were enough to cause an uproar, and the wine waiter would stand up at the critical moment and testify to his various "crimes", leaving him speechless.

If he falls into the trap and leaves the capital, the dark hand hiding in the darkness will not miss this excellent opportunity. They will definitely kill him and never let him return to the capital alive.

Perhaps, the memorials he had submitted before, which were related to national security and exposed conspiracies, had been quietly intercepted halfway, like a stone sinking into the sea, and had no effect at all.

Who was behind this, and who had such extraordinary means? He was able to turn He Hong, his long-time mentor and friend, against him, shattering their trust like a bubble.

Not only that, even the Chu and Lin families, who were quite prestigious in the court, were brutally persecuted.

Although the fall of these two families made it difficult for Concubine An's faction to pose a direct threat to him in the court, these court generals were the guardians of the border. Once they fell, it would be like the collapse of the Great Wall of the border. Foreign enemies would surely be alerted and ready to take action.

At home, without these checks and balances, various forces will surge undercurrents, internal and external troubles will inevitably follow, and the country will be in a precarious situation.

Zhao Hao frowned and thought hard, trying to piece together the truth from the fragments of memory.

He repeatedly deduced various possibilities in his mind. Every clue was like a thin spider silk, seemingly fragile but could be the key to solving the mystery.

However, time passed quietly, and the sky turned pale without him noticing. He still had no clue. He only felt that there was a thick fog in front of him, and the truth hidden behind it seemed out of reach.

"Prince!" Zhao Wei was struggling in a chaotic dream. In a trance, he seemed to hear an urgent call. He trembled suddenly, as if he was electrocuted, and woke up from his dream in an instant.

He flipped over and sat up, with a look of panic and confusion still in his eyes.

Then, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Zhao Hao on the side, and their eyes met Zhao Hao's gaze.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Hao's voice was a little hoarse, but revealed a hint of concern.

"Prince, are you okay? That's great!"

Zhao Wei quickly calmed himself down and looked anxiously at Zhao Hao's face. The heart-wrenching paleness of yesterday had disappeared, replaced by a rosy face, just like the rising sun after the haze has dissipated. Zhao Wei couldn't help but feel ecstasy and relief in his heart.

"Well! I'm fine." Zhao Hao slightly moved the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, trying to comfort Zhao Wei.

"Zhao Wei, how come my wound healed so quickly? Were you the one who went out to buy medicine yesterday?" Zhao Hao frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion.

"Prince, it's not me!" Zhao Wei hurriedly shook his head, his eyes firm and sincere. He knew very well that this matter was of great importance and there must not be any concealment or misleading.