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

In the misty sky, a flying boat emitting a mysterious blue light was speeding towards Kyoto like a meteor streaking through the darkness.

On the flying boat, Murong Ling'er and Chu Lingfeng stood side by side.

Chu Lingfeng gripped the railing tightly with both hands, his brows knitted tightly into the shape of the Chinese character "川", and his eyes looked straight towards Kyoto through the hazy clouds.

His eyes were filled with anxiety and worry, and his lips were slightly pale from excessive nervousness.

Murong Ling'er stood quietly by the side. She was wearing a plain white long dress that fluttered gently in the night breeze, like a fairy descending to earth. Her expression seemed calm, but her occasionally flickering eyes revealed a trace of inner turmoil.

If Chu Lingfeng had not received a series of urgent secret letters from the prince, she would not have been in such a hurry to steer the flying boat and travel in the vast night sky.

Murong Linger frowned slightly, thinking back to the various things that had happened during this period of time, in which she had contributed a lot.

She thought for a moment, then gently asked, "Master Chu, have you ever thought about the throne?"

Chu Lingfeng was immersed in his worries about the situation in Kyoto. When he suddenly heard Murong Ling'er's words, he thought he had misheard.

He turned his head in surprise, his eyes wide open, looking at Murong Ling'er in disbelief, as if the person standing in front of him was a stranger.

"You mean the throne?"

Murong Ling'er looked determined, her eyes blazing as she gazed at Chu Lingfeng, emphasizing each word as she spoke, "It is the throne. If you have this heart, I am willing to fight for you and conquer this vast land."

Although her voice was soft, it carried an unquestionable power, as if as long as Chu Lingfeng nodded, she could immediately turn the tide.

Chu Lingfeng was shocked by the determination and resolve in Murong Ling'er's eyes. He stood there in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses. He looked at Murong Ling'er affectionately and said slowly, "In my heart, this vast land is nothing compared to you. For the rest of my life, I only wish to travel hand in hand with you through the mountains and rivers of this world and watch the clouds roll and unfold."

This was not just a sweet talk from Chu Lingfeng, but a decision he made after careful consideration over countless days and nights. He was tired of the intrigues and deceptions in the palace. What he longed for was a simple and pure love, someone who could accompany him for the rest of his life.

Murong Ling'er was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Chu Lingfeng to refuse so decisively.

In her opinion, the throne is something that countless people dream of. Whoever possesses the throne will have supreme power and endless wealth.

But Chu Lingfeng didn't even hesitate and threw the throne away.

She felt a little touched, but more helpless. There is a difference between immortals and mortals, and she is destined to be unable to stay with Chu Lingfeng forever. She is just a passer-by in his life, staying for a short time and then disappearing in his world.

Thinking of this, Murong Ling'er felt a pang of sadness in her heart, but she still suppressed her emotions and nodded slightly to show her understanding.

Chu Lingfeng felt a little disappointed when he saw that Murong Ling'er did not respond, but he did not ask any further questions. He knew that Murong Ling'er had her own thoughts and difficulties.

The two of them fell silent in tacit understanding, standing quietly on the flying boat, feeling the night wind and the rapid movement of the flying boat.

At the same time, in the main hall of Kyoto, a brutal battle had just ended. Corpses were scattered all over the main hall, the ground was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Zhao Wei was extremely anxious. He knew that the prince's condition was urgent, so he immediately summoned all the imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital to the main hall.

The prince lay quietly on the dragon bed, his face as pale as paper, his lips black and purple. The poison in his body had spread to his neck, and his body below his head was pitch black, as if shrouded in a layer of black demonic shadow.

The imperial doctors looked at the prince lying on the dragon couch, all with expressions of horror on their faces.

They looked at each other, and no one dared to take a step forward.

After a long while, the leading imperial physician stepped forward tremblingly, stretched out his hand shaking, wanting to take the prince's pulse, but he did not dare to touch the prince's body.

"Your Majesty, this deadly poison is a rare and extremely toxic substance in the world. Its toxicity is extremely strong. Once it breaks out, it will spread rapidly throughout the body like a prairie fire. Now the poison has penetrated the Crown Prince's bones. We are truly powerless!"

As the imperial physician spoke, he fell to his knees with a thud, his voice filled with tears.

Upon seeing this, the other imperial physicians also knelt on the ground and said in unison, "Your Majesty, our medical skills are limited and we are unable to save the Crown Prince's life. Please forgive us, Your Majesty!"

Emperor Zhao sat on a chair nearby, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

He already knew how powerful the deadly poison was, but he was still unwilling to believe that the prince, whom he had high hopes for, was beyond saving.

"You quacks live a life of luxury on a daily basis, but at the critical moment you can't even cure a small poison. What use are you!" Emperor Zhao roared angrily, with anger flashing in his eyes.

The imperial doctors were so frightened that they trembled and dared not raise their heads. They knew that Emperor Zhao was very angry at the moment, and if they said something wrong, they might lose their heads.

Suddenly, an extremely arrogant laugh exploded, like thunder from a clear sky, instantly tearing apart the oppressive silence.

"Hahaha... Your Majesty, please stop struggling in vain. I've already told you that no one can cure this deadly poison!"

Concubine Rong's laughter was sharp and crazy, echoing in the empty palace, revealing unspeakable pleasure and ferocity.

Emperor Zhao suddenly sat up from the dragon couch. His originally weak and pale face turned red with anger, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a mad beast.

"You vicious woman! I will tear you into pieces and avenge Hao'er!"

He roared, completely ignoring his frail body. With trembling hands, he tightly grasped a sharp dagger and approached Concubine Rong who was kneeling on the ground, step by step, with heavy steps.

Every step he took was filled with endless hatred, as if he wanted to trample a hole in the palace.

"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Zhao was so frightened that his face turned pale and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He knew very well that Concubine Rong was already mad at the moment, and was afraid that she would do something extreme out of desperation, so he hurriedly stood in front of Emperor Zhao tremblingly, his legs trembling slightly, but he put on a resolute attitude to protect his master to the death.

"Get out of the way!" Emperor Zhao shouted angrily, his voice as loud as a bell, with unquestionable majesty. He was already overwhelmed by hatred at this time. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Eunuch Zhao away.

Eunuch Zhao staggered and almost fell to the ground, his face full of worry and helplessness.