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

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, like thunder exploding in the clear sky, which made the entire palace tremble slightly.

"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Zhao's shrill voice suddenly rose, filled with unconcealable fear.

Then, there was a violent coughing sound, "Cough cough cough...Puff!"

Emperor Zhao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bright red bloodstains spread wantonly on the bright yellow dragon robe, which was particularly glaring. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his haggard look was fully revealed.

"Imperial Physician! Call the imperial physician quickly!" Eunuch Zhao shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice distorted by panic.

"Shut up...don't shout..." Emperor Zhao's breath was weak, but he tried his best to hold Eunuch Zhao's hand tightly to stop him. That hand was dry and weak, but it carried a certain unquestionable majesty.

"Your Majesty..." Eunuch Zhao was shocked and frightened, his heart beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to burst through his chest.

He was both incredulous about the news he had just heard and worried about Emperor Zhao's health. His body trembled uncontrollably due to nervousness, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Don't panic, let me take some time." Emperor Zhao closed his eyes and leaned back on the dragon throne.

His chest was heaving violently. He seemed calm on the surface, but his heart was like a raging sea. Anyone who heard that the concubine he had doted on for decades was actually a spy from the enemy country, and a princess of that country, would probably be so angry that they would vomit blood.

What's more, as the king of a country, Emperor Zhao was betrayed by the woman he once loved deeply. This heavy blow was almost unbearable for him.

Eunuch Zhao stood cautiously aside, not daring to breathe, with his head slightly lowered, not daring to glance at Emperor Zhao out of the corner of his eyes.

No one could guess what he was thinking at the moment under his seemingly calm face, but it was foreseeable that a bloody storm was about to sweep across.

Time passed slowly minute by minute, and when the brilliant morning sun gently enveloped Qianxin Palace in rosy glow, Emperor Zhao slowly opened his eyes. His already majestic gaze became even more captivating, as if he could see through all illusions.

"Eunuch Zhao." Emperor Zhao spoke. Although his voice was hoarse, it carried unquestionable majesty.

"I'm here." Eunuch Zhao responded quickly, bending his waist even lower, almost touching the ground.

"Pass the order down, have the Imperial Guards seal off Concubine Rong's palace immediately. No one, no matter master or servant, is allowed to step out of the palace gate, and no one is allowed to pass on any information privately. Anyone who violates the order will be killed without mercy!" Emperor Zhao spoke word by word, and each word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force.

"Also, order the eldest and second princes to return to the capital immediately. If they disobey, they will be severely imprisoned." Emperor Zhao paused for a moment and then continued to give orders.

"Seal off the Rongguo Mansion..."

"Seal off the First and Second Prince's residences..."

Emperor Zhao issued decrees one after another, and each decree was like a sharp blade, cutting through the seemingly calm situation in the court.

Eunuch Zhao's expression was tense, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He knew that once these decrees were issued, the entire capital would be plunged into a huge storm. He did not dare to delay for even a moment, and immediately took orders and hurriedly left the hall.

Shortly after Eunuch Zhao left, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the hall like a ghost. He knelt on one knee with a nimble posture. It was the leader of the secret guards.

"Your Majesty, I have intercepted a pigeon message from Duke Rong's residence."

The leader of the secret guards said this as he respectfully placed a small bamboo tube on Emperor Zhao's desk. He then stepped back, bowed, and continued, "This pigeon letter was sent from Duke Rong's mansion at midnight last night. I read the letter sent this morning and sent it back as is."

Emperor Zhao listened to the report from the leader of the secret guards, his gaze slowly falling on the bamboo tube. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and opened the bamboo tube without hesitation.

When he saw the contents of the note, his eyes instantly became sinister and a chilling aura emanated from his body.

"You are a traitor, and your entire clan should be exterminated!"

The Emperor of Zhao roared an order, his voice echoing through the empty hall, making people's eardrums ache. "Investigate! I'll give you ten days. Make sure you find evidence that Concubine Rong, Rong Taigong, and their group are colluding with the enemy!"

"As you wish." The leader of the secret guards responded respectfully, his voice firm and powerful.

Immediately, he retreated as quickly as he had come, as if he had never appeared.

In an instant, Emperor Zhao was the only one left in the huge palace. He looked exhausted, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

After the leader of the secret guards left, he could no longer hold on and took off his usual majestic disguise. The imperial aura disappeared without a trace, replaced by a sickly look.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... cough cough cough..." Violent coughing sounds burst out from his throat uncontrollably.

Emperor Zhao clenched one hand into a fist and pressed it hard against his chest, while he covered his lips with the other hand. The glaring blood flowed down his palm with a "drip", staining the bright yellow dragon robe red.

The blood was dazzling red, yet it also revealed endless sadness.

It took a while before the coughing finally stopped.

Emperor Zhao leaned weakly on the dragon throne, his eyes showing a complex expression that was difficult to discern.

After a long time, he sighed softly and murmured, "Hao'er...that's all. Father will help you one last time..." The voice was filled with endless fatigue and helplessness, as if it was a sigh for the past years.

Meanwhile, Concubine Rong had just received the news. When the piercing announcement reached her ears, she felt a chill running from the soles of her feet straight up into her heart, her entire body enveloped in a chill.

This incident happened too suddenly, and she never expected that things would take such a drastic turn.

She was originally looking forward to seeing how Chu Lingfeng and Murong Ling'er died, and was immersed in the joy that her carefully planned conspiracy was about to succeed.

Unexpectedly, his deepest secret was dug out and spread widely.

Now, she could no longer sit still and immediately planned to have someone contact the Rongguo Mansion to try to save the situation.

"Someone come here..." She started to speak, but her voice trembled slightly due to nervousness.

"Oh no! Oh no! My Lady, someone's breaking in!"

At this moment, the maid ran in in panic, knelt on the ground with a plop, her body shaking like a sieve. Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were full of fear.

When Concubine Rong saw her like this, her heart skipped a beat and an ominous premonition came over her.

Just as she was about to ask, she heard heavy footsteps, mixed with the sound of armor colliding, coming from far away.

That sound seemed like a countdown to death, beating against her heart again and again.

"Commander of the Imperial Guards, Ying Xiong, presents to the Imperial Concubine. Following the Emperor's order, Rongguang Palace is sealed. No one in the palace, from masters to servants, is allowed to step out of the palace. I hope the Imperial Concubine will forgive me."

Ying Xiong strode into the palace, his voice loud but somewhat indifferent.

He knelt on one knee, ostensibly as a gesture of greeting, but his attitude lacked any respect.