The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

After the imperial edict was read aloud, the court was silent.

Immediately, the ministers, led by Prime Minister Ouyang Ming, Luo Qing, and Fang Zhiyuan, all kowtowed.

"A country cannot be without a ruler for a single day! We humbly request Your Highness the Crown Prince to obey His Majesty's decree and ascend the throne immediately, so as to reassure the people and stabilize the foundation of the nation!" they shouted in unison.

Zhao Haoxuan knelt on the spot, remaining silent for a long time.

The emperor's profound intentions, the expectations of the ministers, the nation's crisis... all these heavy burdens weighed on his shoulders at once.

He finally took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, his gaze calm and dignified: "Since it is the late Emperor's edict and the request of all the ministers, I... have no choice but to take on this responsibility."

Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.

The enthronement ceremony was kept simple.

Zhao Haoxuan and Wang Xinyao changed into dragon robes and phoenix robes, which symbolized their supreme status, and received the homage of the officials in the solemn and majestic Golden Hall.

"Long live the emperor! Long live the empress!"

Zhao Haoxuan, the new emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, stood on the steps of the palace, hand in hand with Empress Wang Xinyao.

His gaze swept over the kneeling officials below, and he spoke in a deep voice, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority: "All of you, rise!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"The Empress and I need to go into seclusion for three months to achieve a breakthrough and gain the strength to sweep away the wicked and welcome back the Emperor!"

During this period, all affairs of the court will be overseen by Prince Zhao Hao, with Prince Zhao and the cabinet assisting in governance! It is hoped that all officials will work together to stabilize the court, appease the people, and safeguard the land of our Great Xia!

"Your Majesty, we obey! We will certainly not fail in your trust!"

After arranging all matters, Zhao Haoxuan and Wang Xinyao did not rest for a moment and went straight into the depths of the most heavily guarded Imperial Study.

They knew that time was both their most precious resource and their greatest enemy.

The two began a period of intense, almost obsessive, ascetic practice, neglecting sleep and meals.

Zhao Haoxuan continuously honed the imperial aura and martial skills of his bloodline power, drawing in dragon energy to infuse his body;

Wang Xinyao immersed herself in the world of alchemy and medicine, while desperately improving her own cultivation.

When they ran out of pills, they started refining pills directly in Zhao Haoxuan's spiritual jade space.

When one's vital energy is exhausted, one should consume a golden elixir to replenish it;

Exhausted, the two leaped into the magical spring within the ring's space, using the spring water to wash away their fatigue and nourish their souls.

The dragon and phoenix wielded the sword together, practicing day after day and night after night.

Within the two spaces, there was only the whistling sound of surging spiritual energy, the fragrant aroma of pills taking shape, and their determined figures striving tirelessly to become stronger.

They held only one belief in their hearts: they had to become strong enough!

Only in this way can we protect everything we cherish and make the culprits pay the price!

……

Meanwhile, outside the capital of the Xia Kingdom, deep in a desolate, dense forest.

Yin Yingzi staggered to a stop, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of foul blood, her face instantly turning ashen.

She forced herself to stay awake, carrying the unconscious and seemingly insane Yin Ling'er, along with the restrained Zhao Guo'an, and ran all the way here, already at her last gasp.

The figure of the red-robed saint quietly appeared, observing coldly from the sidelines.

"Why aren't you leaving?" The red-robed man's voice was devoid of any emotion.

Yin Yingzi coughed violently, leaning against a withered tree, and gasped, "The pill has backfired... I've reached my limit and must recuperate here for at least three months."

The "Zhao Yucheng" next to the red robe was also in a bad state, with his breathing disordered and his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy.

"With your meager strength? You think you can rescue the Demon Emperor from the hands of that legendary Zhao Shun? What a pipe dream!"

The man in the red robe sneered, his words laced with sarcasm.

"Although I have never seen Zhao Shun, the founding emperor of the Xia Kingdom, I have heard that he was an unparalleled genius of the human race. At the peak of his strength, even the princess of the divine race was slightly inferior to him."

"I, the Holy Son, have fulfilled my promise to rescue you. The debt is settled. Farewell!" With that, he turned to leave.

"Stop!" Yin Yingzi shouted sharply, a ruthless glint in her eyes. "Red Robe, if you dare to leave now, I guarantee you won't live more than three years!"

The red-robed saint paused, slowly turned around, and his gaze beneath the hood was sharp as a knife: "Oh? What arrogance! I'd like to hear how you plan to make sure I don't live past three years?"

"Hmph, everything in this world has a price." Yin Yingzi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and sneered.

"Do you think the elixir I gave you, which restored your appearance to its former glory, is something so easy to give away?"

The ointment already contained 'Bone Gu,' colorless and odorless, penetrating deep into the flesh and bones. Within three years, if my father, the Emperor, does not personally bestow an antidote, the Gu poison will take effect, shattering your heart and destroying your soul!"

"You! How dare you scheme against this Holy Son!" The Holy Son in red robes suddenly became extremely dangerous, filled with killing intent, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

He never expected that he would fall into such a trap without even realizing it.

Yin Yingzi showed no fear and retorted sarcastically: "Likewise! Didn't Your Excellency the Holy Son already plan to discard the bridge after the deed is done?"

We're in this together now; cooperation offers a glimmer of hope. Once I rescue my father, the antidote will be presented to me without hesitation.

The red-robed saint remained silent for a moment, then slowly withdrew his sharp aura.

He weighed the pros and cons, and finally snorted coldly: "Fine! Very well! Yin Yingzi, I, the Holy Son, will trust you one more time and accompany you on this journey!"

But you'd better remember what I said today: if you dare to play any tricks, even if this Holy Son dies from the poison, I will find a way to take you down with me!

Just then, Yin Ling'er and Zhao Guo'an, who were unconscious, slowly woke up almost simultaneously.

Zhao Guoan looked around blankly, saw Yin Ling'er and Zhao Yucheng, and felt the sealed power within her body. She instantly understood her predicament.

A once-powerful emperor has been reduced to a prisoner.

Filled with grief and indignation, he proudly declared, "You traitorous officials, don't even think about using me to threaten Xuan'er! I would rather die than submit!" With that, he suddenly exerted force, intending to bite off his tongue and commit suicide!

“Before me, your life and death are not in your own hands!” Yin Yingzi was prepared and pointed a finger from a distance, instantly sealing Zhao Guoan’s acupoints with spiritual power.

He froze, unable even to clench his teeth: "Your fate is now in Ling'er's hands."

On the other side, Zhao Yucheng stared intently at Yin Ling'er, his face a mixture of love, pain, and resentment.

"Ling'er... tell me, none of this is real, right? Li'er... Li'er is our flesh and blood, isn't she?"

"You love me in your heart, don't you? You don't love your brother, do you?" He tried to get closer, his voice full of pleading.

Yin Ling'er had just regained consciousness, her eyes were initially confused, but when she saw that the person in front of her was Zhao Yucheng, her face was instantly filled with extreme disgust and contempt.

"Who do you think you are?" Her voice was icy and chilling. "A lowly concubine's daughter and a bastard born of a lowly servant, how dare you compare yourself to His Majesty, the most noble man in the land? It's utterly disgusting!"

These words were like the sharpest knife, piercing Zhao Yucheng's heart.

He trembled violently, his face drained of color, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes shattered completely, replaced by a surge of mad resentment and destructive desire.

He abruptly turned to look at the immobilized Zhao Guoan and roared, "It's all because of you! Royal brother! As long as you die! As long as you die, Ling'er will be mine! She will see how good I am!"

As he spoke, he lunged at Zhao Guoan as if he were in a frenzy.

"Zhao Yucheng! What's wrong with you!" Yin Yingzi roared, unleashing a burst of spiritual energy to repel him. "Zhao Guoan is still of great use! If you ruin my plans, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

However, Yin Ling'er was even faster than Yin Yingzi.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and without hesitation, she raised her hand and struck out with a palm strike from a distance!

"Bang!" A soft yet sharp palm strike landed hard on Zhao Yucheng's chest, sending him flying backward and crashing into a tree trunk, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

"Useless trash!" Yin Ling'er looked down at him, her eyes as cold as frost: "If you dare to show the slightest disrespect to His Majesty again, I will destroy your dantian and make you a complete cripple!"

“Ling’er…you…you actually…” Zhao Yucheng curled up on the ground, clutching his chest, looking at the woman he had been infatuated with for many years in disbelief, his eyes filled with despair and pain.

Yin Ling'er stopped looking at him and instead looked at Zhao Guo'an, whose acupoints were sealed. Her face instantly switched to an almost morbid infatuation and tenderness.

She walked unsteadily to Zhao Guoan's side, carefully trying to straighten his clothes, but Zhao Guoan avoided her with disgust.

She wasn't angry; she just stared at him intently, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls.

"Your Majesty... our children... Li'er and Mei'er, their fates are unknown... their chances of survival are almost zero. Now, I only have you left..."

Her voice choked with emotion, filled with a chilling obsession: "I cannot live without you... In the future, I will bear you many, many children..."

Mei'er and Li'er are both unfilial, so it's better to have none... Next time, next time I will definitely give birth to a child for you, a child that belongs only to the two of us, a child who will love us wholeheartedly... Your Majesty, what do you say?"

Zhao Guoan closed her eyes tightly, her face filled with undisguised hatred and exhaustion. She squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "You venomous woman! I have nothing to say to you!"

Yin Ling'er seemed not to hear his refusal, still immersed in her own illusory future, a strange and satisfied smile on her face.

This dark forest has temporarily trapped this group of people with their own ulterior motives, but it has also sown the seeds of even greater danger for the storm to come.