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Night fell over the palace, and dark clouds seemed to weigh down the majestic structure. The candlelight in the palace flickered in the wind, adding a touch of eeriness to the solemn atmosphere.

At the He clan's side, General He galloped along, traveling day and night. He rode his mighty warhorse, his heart aching with anxiety, his heart filled with anger at the injustice done to his sister, Concubine He Shufei. "Don't be afraid, sister. I will seek justice for you!" His grip on the reins turned white from the effort, and sweat drenched his back. The howling wind could not extinguish the blazing fire of revenge in his eyes. The galloping figure of the steed seemed to carry the rage and determination within him.

In the capital, the Minister of Rites, pacing back and forth in his dimly lit study, frowning like a trapped animal, his thoughts a tangled mess, impossible to untangle. "The He family's honor and disgrace depend on this one move, but will this step be a blessing or a curse?" He paused periodically, gazing out the window at the darkness, his heart filled with hesitation and fear. Thinking of Concubine He Shufei's cries and pleas, he gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve to continue his hidden plot. His gaze alternated between confusion and determination, teetering on the brink of power and danger.

Concubine Su was in her opulent chambers, candlelight illuminating her stunningly beautiful features. She leaned gently against the window, gazing at the gloomy night sky, her mind racing. "Although the Emperor dotes on me, the waters of this palace are deep, and the He family is powerful. If I don't handle things with care, I'm afraid I'll be doomed." Whenever the Emperor tried to keep her in his chambers, she politely declined, her heart filled with considerations and anxiety. She knew, in these volatile times, one wrong step could lead to a descent into the abyss. Her slightly furrowed brow betrayed her inner unease and caution.

Inside the palace, rumors about the He family lingered like ghosts. The emperor sat in his study, his face sullen and gloomy. He gazed at the mountain of memorials, his heart aching with irritation. "How dare the He family be so presumptuous? They've caused such chaos in the harem!" His furious gaze seemed to burn everything to ashes. He threw the memorials to the ground in frustration, stunting the eunuchs and maids beside him into silence.

Concubine He Shu was like a raging lioness in her own palace. She smashed everything she could, the sound of shattering porcelain echoing endlessly. The palace maids were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe. "Concubine Su, just wait! I'm going to make you suffer!" Her twisted face looked particularly ferocious in the candlelight, and the resentment in her heart gnawed at her sanity like a venomous snake. Her eyes were red and swollen, her hair was disheveled, and she had lost all her usual dignity and grace.

Unable to secure the favor he sought from Concubine Su, the depressed Emperor continually shifted his favors from one concubine to another. Each favored concubine trembled and tried to please him, anxious to gain his favor while fearing to displease him. The Emperor, resting on his dragon couch, gazed blankly, his inner depression hidden only in his relentless thrusts. Like a soulless body, he mechanically sought a moment of pleasure, unable to fill the emptiness and anger within. The delicate forms and flattering smiles of the concubines blurred before his eyes, and he found all this tedious and tiresome.

The Empress, meanwhile, was in her own palace, meticulously preening. She gazed into the mirror, a resolute look in her eyes. "This harem must be under my control. I will reclaim the Emperor's favor." She meticulously contoured her eyebrows and applied rouge, each movement brimming with confidence and determination. With a confident smile, one that concealed deep ambition and desire, she gracefully approached the Emperor's chambers, like a leopard about to embark on a hunt.

One day, sunlight filtered through the clouds, shimmering onto a garden path. Concubine He Shu was dressed in her finest attire, her makeup exquisite, her silks and satins gleaming in the sunlight. But on the path, she stumbled upon a lowly concubine. The concubine, dressed simply, was absorbed in the blossoms blooming by the roadside, unaware of Concubine He Shu's arrival. Concubine He Shu was instantly enraged, her rage ignited. "How dare you, my humble servant, be so disrespectful to me!" Her shrill voice shattered the tranquility of the garden, sending birds flying in all directions.

The lower-ranking concubines, waking from a dream, knelt in panic, begging for forgiveness, their bodies trembling like leaves in the wind. "Your Majesty, spare my life. This was a moment of negligence. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me." Her voice was pierced with tears, her eyes filled with fear. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her face instantly turned as pale as paper.

But Concubine He Shu refused to give up. Her eyes were filled with venom. "Come here, give me twenty slaps across the face to teach this ignorant bastard a lesson!" She tossed her sleeves and commanded through gritted teeth. Her vicious expression was chilling.

The maids beside him looked at each other in dismay. Although they felt sorry for him, they dared not disobey and had to resort to ruthless action. The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the garden, especially harsh. The maids' hands trembled, and each slap was filled with helplessness and fear.

The other concubines passing by heard the noise and stopped in their tracks. But when they saw that it was Concubine He Shu who was causing the trouble, they turned pale with fear and hurriedly took a detour, their resentment towards Concubine He Shu increasing even more. As they hurried away, they secretly cursed Concubine He Shu's domineering behavior in their hearts, but dared not show it.

Meanwhile, General He was drawing ever closer to the capital, the clatter of his horse's hooves akin to a death warrant from hell. A massive storm was about to engulf the palace, and everyone was on edge, unsure of their fate.

Everyone in the palace seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, and the situation became increasingly tense and unpredictable.