The Legend of Zhen Huan Reborn: Overthrowing Zhen Huan to Become the Queen Mother

Fu Qiu stood there blankly, his face filled with shock, his eyes filled with helplessness, and he muttered quietly, "That was the dowry I made for myself."

She slowly tightened her grip on the dagger, her knuckles turning slightly white from the strain. Then, she slowly turned her head, her gaze fixed on the deepening night. The sunset glow on the horizon was gradually fading, slowly being eroded by the darkness, just like her complex emotions at the moment, dominated by unease and a sense of mission.

She thought to herself: Suochun is used to using double daggers. At this critical moment, I can't let the Empress and Suochun down.

Suochun hurried up the stairs. Once she reached the upper floor, she saw Jiang Ruyin resting her chin on the railing. Suochun blinked subconsciously, and Jiang Ruyin smiled faintly in response. Between them, everything was unspoken, as if a tacit understanding quietly flowed through the air.

Suddenly, Jiang Ruyin gently turned her wrist, and saw a small and exquisite dagger quietly appear in her palm.

"Take it, you're used to it." Jiang Ruyin said softly, her voice gentle but with unquestionable firmness.

Suo Chun silently took the dagger, and for a moment, the atmosphere grew solemn. She gripped the blades tightly in both hands and slowly retreated into the shadows of the inner room near the staircase. Like a cheetah lurking in the shadows, waiting for its prey, her muscles tensed, exuding a murderous aura.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun fell into the house. The wet nurse hugged Hongxuan tightly and nestled in the warm bed.

She hummed a gentle ballad in a soft whisper, trying to comfort Hongxuan in her arms. Hongxuan's dark eyes, unblinking, stared out the closed window. Gradually, darkness surged into the unlit room, swallowing up the last shred of light. The entire world was shrouded in darkness.

Jiang Ruyin slowly took down the sword that was hanging on the wall as a decoration.

At this moment, the moon, obscured by dark clouds, could only emit a slow, cold light, which struggled to penetrate the clouds and sprinkled on the ground. In this dim light and shadow, Jiang Ruyin danced lightly with the sword in hand.

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The cold moonlight quietly rose to the zenith, casting a silver glow across the earth. In this silence, a group of mysterious men, dressed in black and masked, suddenly appeared from the sky above.

They held long swords tightly in their hands, which flashed with an icy cold light under the moonlight. The eyes exposed outside the masks revealed a chilling cruelty without any concealment.

Yuan Beishan, with a solemn expression, led a group of eunuchs to the lakeside, where they stood guard. They formed a circle, firmly guarding the area. Yuan Beishan, his brow furrowed, his heart aching, and he paced anxiously back and forth by the lake.

The early autumn night was already slightly chilly. A gentle breeze blew across the lake, rippling the surface and filling the air with a cool, refreshing air. Yet, Yuan Beishan was oblivious to the chill. Beads of sweat already covered his forehead, and his clothes, soaked with sweat, clung to his back.

Before the masked men could get close to the sky, the sword-wielding guards approached the enemy silently but swiftly like cheetahs in the dark night.

In an instant, a cry of "Kill!" broke the tranquility of the night.

The two well-trained groups immediately engaged in a fierce fight. All they could hear was the sound of clanging, swords clashing, and sparks flying everywhere.

Until the last thief committed suicide with a knife, the leading guard left a team of people to guard outside the skylight.

Amidst the clamor of cheers, the voices of the eunuchs and palace maids rose and fell, interweaving into a cacophony of noise. The leading guard, a yellow-jacketed official, moved swiftly. He swiftly unsheathed his long sword, which flashed a cold light in the moonlight, and then stepped steadily into the inner courtyard.

Jiang Ruyin slowly came downstairs, with an indelible sorrow covering her face.

"Your servant Haredun pays homage to Concubine Fang. Your Majesty, rest assured, all the thieves outside have been strangled. I will leave a team of people to guard the sky, so please rest assured." Haredun knelt on one knee, his back straight, and bowed respectfully. His voice was loud and steady, echoing in the night sky.

Jiang Ruyin's eyelashes trembled slightly when she heard this, and her lips moved slightly, as if she had a thousand words to ask, but in the end, she only whispered: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your trouble."

Haredun still kept his head down and said, "I have important matters to attend to. I will take my leave." After saying that, he turned and left.

Jiang Ruyin's gaze slowly wandered around, the bitter taste on the tip of her tongue had not yet dissipated, when suddenly, a strange voice came from outside, "My Lord Andala, something bad has happened, the Emperor has been assassinated!" This shout was like a thunderclap out of the blue, instantly shattering the original joy.

Haredun's brow furrowed instantly, his keen sense of something amiss. Without a second thought, he swiftly stepped forward, snatched the long sword from the guard beside him, and charged out like an arrow. However, he was still a step too late. The man, having just shouted, took off running, instantly disappearing into the night.

Jiang Ruyin was frightened by this sudden change. She subconsciously covered her forehead with her hands and took two steps staggeringly like a candle in the wind, calling out "Your Majesty..." Then, as if she had lost all support, she fell heavily to the ground.

"There's blood! There's blood!" The palace maids around were suddenly in chaos, and screams echoed all around.

Everyone hurriedly lifted Jiang Ruyin up, and Fu Qiu hurriedly shouted, "The young prince is still on the second floor, hurry up and go to the bedroom on the first floor!" Although her voice was a little anxious, she remained calm and tried to maintain order in the chaos.

The group of people led by Haledun were all imperial guards sent by the emperor from the Forbidden City. Although they were well-trained and had seen topographic maps, they were far less familiar with this forest than the young eunuchs in the Old Summer Palace.

The young eunuch led them through the intricate woods, turning left and right. After several turns, they arrived at a quiet lake.

Amid the shouts and chases of the guards, the young eunuch resolutely moved towards the deep water. The lake water gradually covered his body until he stopped moving.

Haledun's face was solemn. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the lake which was gradually returning to calm. After a moment, he waved his hand and said, "You teams patrol nearby. I will go and report." After that, he turned around and left in a hurry.

In front of Hanyue Tower, Haredun saw a young imperial physician carrying a medicine box and striding into the room with big strides.

Fu Qiu was still calmly commanding the palace servants. She arranged various matters in an orderly manner, and the palace servants had restored order.