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

The dagger in Emperor Zhao's hand flashed with a cold light, and like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, it slashed fiercely towards Concubine Rong's beautiful face, which was now full of fear.

With a "Puchi" sound, the sound of flesh tearing could be heard, accompanied by Concubine Rong's shrill screams, and a bloody streak quickly appeared on her face. However, Emperor Zhao seemed to have gone mad, with no intention of stopping. He struck one blow after another, using all his strength in each blow.

"Ah...ah..." Concubine Rong's screams were endless, echoing in the palace, making people shudder.

Pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, and when they came into contact with the cold ground, they left behind glaring pools of blood.

"Kill me...just kill me!" Concubine Rong cried, her voice full of despair and fear.

Her body kept twisting on the ground, trying to avoid Emperor Zhao's crazy attack, but Emperor Zhao pressed on step by step, with only the flame of revenge in his eyes.

"Ah... save me! Your Majesty, spare my life!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, but all she got in response was Emperor Zhao's heavy breathing and his merciless attacks one after another.

Outside the palace, Chu Lingfeng and Murong Ling'er arrived quietly.

Chu Lingfeng was dressed in black, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and the sword at his waist swayed gently with his steps. He looked at the piles of corpses in the palace, his brows furrowed, his expression solemn as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

"Are we late?" His voice was low and hoarse, revealing a bit of anxiety and worry.

Murong Ling'er was dressed in a white dress as white as snow, her sleeves fluttering gently in the night breeze, like a fairy descending to the earth. She looked past the shocking pile of corpses and towards the main hall, which was brightly lit but filled with a bloody smell, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

"No, maybe it's just the right time." She said softly, her voice like the gurgling of water, but with a reassuring power.

Just at this moment, Zhao Hao, the prince who should have inherited the throne, was lying in a side hall, dying. His originally handsome face was now pale, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and the breath of life was slipping away from his body bit by bit.

The moment he heard Chu Lingfeng's voice, his dead eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

Zhao Hao leaned weakly on the couch. The moment he saw Chu Lingfeng, his dim eyes suddenly lit up, as if a drowning man had grabbed a life-saving rope. He shouted with all his might, "Lingfeng!" His voice was hoarse, filled with endless weakness and expectation.

Chu Lingfeng walked in quickly and his heart sank when he saw the scene inside the hall.

Zhao Hao's face was as pale as paper, and the bruises spreading across his neck were shocking, clearly indicating he had been severely poisoned.

Murong Ling'er followed closely behind, her eyes quickly scanning the surroundings. The hall was in a mess, with corpses lying all over the place, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Mr. Rong and Concubine Rong were tied up tightly in a corner with ropes. Concubine Rong's face was distorted. Her originally pretty face now looked like a devil, with bloodstains crisscrossing across it. Her resentful eyes shot out like needles, but Murong Ling'er looked calm, as if she didn't notice anything.

"Ling Feng, Hao'er has been poisoned to death. This poison is too strong. Hurry, call Doctor Xu to save him!" Emperor Zhao was extremely anxious and his voice trembled.

Although he was an emperor, he no longer had the dignity he once had, and his heart was filled with worry for the prince.

When Chu Lingfeng heard this, he remembered that he had not contacted the wandering ghost doctor Xu Yuanzong for a long time, and had no idea when he would be able to return to Beijing.

He subconsciously turned to look at Murong Ling'er, his eyes full of inquiry and temptation. He was not sure whether this fairy with extraordinary medical skills was willing to help, so he did not speak rashly.

Everyone's eyes seemed to be drawn by invisible threads, all focused on Murong Ling'er. She was dressed in white, looking exceptionally elegant in this bloody and chaotic scene.

Murong Ling'er faced everyone's gaze and walked calmly to Zhao Hao.

"Why didn't the medicine I gave you work before?" Murong Ling'er's voice was crisp and particularly clear in the silent hall.

Zhao Hao raised his head, his gaze resting briefly on Emperor Zhao, his lips moved, and finally turned into a wry smile.

Upon seeing this, Emperor Zhao instantly realized that the medicine he had taken when he was unconscious due to the poison was actually given by the prince, and not the antidote pills prepared by Eunuch Zhao.

His heart was filled with emotion, as well as guilt. He knew that his body was already terminally ill and even elixir could not save him, but the prince had left his chance of life to him.

Murong Ling'er didn't ask any more questions and took action quickly. Her fingertips tapped several major acupoints on Zhao Hao's body like butterflies, and her movements were precise and swift.

Then, she took out a glowing detoxification pill and fed it to Zhao Hao. Then, she raised her jade hand slightly, and traces of spiritual energy overflowed from her palm and slowly flowed into Zhao Hao's body.

Wrapped in spiritual energy, the black poison on Zhao Hao's arm receded like a tide. Everyone was shocked speechless at first, and then burst into cheers.

"A miracle doctor! This is simply a miracle doctor descending to earth!"

"The prince is saved, great!"

"Your Majesty, the prince is fine!"

"God bless our Zhao Kingdom!"

The cheers rose one after another, just like the light of dawn, penetrating the haze of the long dark night.

Emperor Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing.

Only Concubine Rong and Grandpa Rong had unwillingness and strong hatred burning in their eyes.

Imperial Concubine Rong's face twisted as she let out a maniacal laugh: "Hahahaha... Heaven is so unfair! My prince died such a tragic death, and you all deserve to be buried with him! Since Heaven will not grant my wish, then I, Rong Meihui, will sacrifice all my lives to summon the most evil demon in the world, and let all of you fall into the Avici Hell forever, with no chance of rebirth!"

Her eyes were filled with blood, and tears of blood slid down her cheeks, making her look hideous and terrifying.

When Murong Ling'er heard Concubine Jia's curse, a sarcastic smile appeared on her lips, and her eyes were full of undisguised contempt, as if she was looking at a jumping clown.

"Your Highness! You really think summoning a demon is too easy. Do you think you can just yell at it and the demon will come and do your bidding? Summoning a demon isn't something you can just do by throwing a tantrum. Not to mention that you're even more venomous than the demon, yet you're summoning it! If the demon could hear your 'prayers', it'd probably be just as foolish as you!"

Concubine Rong's body suddenly stiffened, and her originally crazy eyes froze in an instant. After she reacted, she was trembling with anger, and tears and blood flowed even more violently. Then she let out a heart-wrenching howl: "Ahhhhhhh... I will kill you!"

"Let me remind you again, you may not have this opportunity." Murong Ling'er looked indifferent, and her tone was calm as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

"Ahhhhhhhh... I... Poof..." Concubine Rong was so angry at the casual words that her blood rushed to her head. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight down.

"You fainted so easily?" Murong Ling'er raised her eyebrows, with a hint of surprise in her expression.

"Stop joking." Chu Lingfeng smiled helplessly, his expression serious. "I guess someone has already taken advantage of the chaos and breached the city gate. The crisis is not over yet."

"Lingfeng, you did a great job." Emperor Zhao looked at Chu Lingfeng, his eyes full of praise. "I was right to entrust you with the imperial edict."

It turned out that when Emperor Zhao was planning to deal with this crisis, he had already included Chu Lingfeng in a key link and handed him the imperial edict that could mobilize the Kyoto camp.

The other two imperial edicts, one was given to Lin Yi and the other was in the hands of his confidant. All the camps acted in accordance with the imperial edicts and formed a tight defense network.

Before entering the city, Chu Lingfeng rushed to the camp to read the imperial edict, mobilize troops and stabilize the situation.

As everyone was talking, the sound of swords clashing and shouts of killing could be heard faintly from outside the palace, coming from far away and getting closer.