After transmigrating into the body of a stepmother, I led the villains in a rebellion.

Feng Ya was taken aback, not expecting Lin Shu to be so alert. He made a snap decision and thrust his knife toward Lin Shu.

Lin Shu reacted swiftly, his body moving lightly to the side, easily dodging the sudden attack.

Her gaze was calm as she casually grabbed a ceramic vase from the table and tossed it toward Feng Ya.

If she weren't currently in the eye of the storm, she would have shot him dead.

Feng Ya was unable to dodge in time and was cut on the arm by a vase thrown by Lin Shu, the pain causing him to pause in his movements.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Shu rose up, took out a short sword from his spatial storage, and the tip of the sword gleamed coldly in the candlelight.

Just as she was about to make her move, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Lin Shu paused for a moment, then immediately sheathed his short sword and ran towards the door shouting, "Help! There's an assassin!"

As she shouted, the door was kicked open, and the first person to rush in was Zhao Jing, the commander of the emperor's personal guards.

Because so much had happened that night, the Emperor was worried that Lin Shu would be frightened, so he rushed over with his men.

Before they even entered the room, they heard Lin Shu's screams coming from inside Yikun Palace.

This made him even angrier, who was already filled with anger.

Such a thing happening right under his nose—wasn't this a provocation to his authority? He immediately dispatched Zhao Jing to rescue Lin Shu.

"Who dares to assassinate the Imperial Concubine? Zhao Jing, arrest him immediately. I want to see who has such audacity."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jing's eyes sharpened, and he stood up to chase after Feng Ya, who was trying to escape in the chaos.

His movements were unusually swift; he took several steps in one, instantly blocking Feng Ya's path. The long sword in his hand was drawn, its tip pointing directly at Feng Ya's throat.

"Halt! If you dare to take another step, you will be killed without mercy!" Zhao Jing's voice was deep and powerful, filled with unquestionable authority.

Feng Ya's expression changed drastically; he hadn't expected Lin Shu to be so alert.

Seeing that he was surrounded by the Imperial Guards who had arrived, he felt utterly desolate.

Lin Shu, seeing the emperor burst through the door, ran towards him in a panic, "Your Majesty, you scared me to death! I thought I would never see you again!"

Li Che, still shaken, held Lin Shulou in his arms. Only after confirming that she was alright did he finally feel relieved.

He glared at the subdued Feng Ya, his tone icy, "Speak, who sent you? How dare you attempt to assassinate the Imperial Concubine right under my nose!"

Knowing he could not escape, Feng Ya immediately considered committing suicide to atone for his sins.

But Zhao Jing wouldn't let him have his way. He chopped Feng Ya on the back of the neck, and Feng Ya immediately collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the emperor's face turned ashen, and he immediately ordered, "Throw this man into the imperial prison and interrogate him severely. I do not believe he will not tell."

Lin Shu witnessed Feng Ya being taken away, and patted his chest in feigned fear, "Your Majesty, it's fortunate that you arrived in time, otherwise I would have been killed by them today."

Who exactly wants to kill her? She hasn't even had a chance to settle into the palace yet.

Could it be a princess? She probably isn't, after all, she's already in the palace and hasn't bothered her in any way.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice Zhao Jing's deep, dark eyes beneath his mask.

The moment he saw her, he couldn't look away, especially when he saw her nestled in the emperor's arms, which fueled his rage so intense he wanted to chop the emperor into eight pieces.

The Emperor patted Lin Shu on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, Consort Lin, I will protect you."

Lin Shu left his embrace and bowed gracefully to him, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty, I am deeply grateful."

The Emperor helped her up, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Shu'er, I told you there's no need for thanks between us."

When Lin Shu met the emperor's eyes, which were brimming with tears, he immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

To avoid embarrassment, she decided to go all out and faint. "Thank you, Your Majesty..."

"Shu'er!" Li Che cried out in alarm as he looked at Lin Shu who had suddenly fainted. He immediately ordered his eunuch to send someone to summon Jiang Mubai to the palace.

From the moment Lin Shu entered the palace, Jiang Mubai had already guessed that he might become a frequent visitor to the palace.

Sure enough, in less than three days, not only was the palace in chaos, but he also became very busy.

Now that he has been summoned to the palace, I wonder why?

Jiang Mubai rushed to Yikun Palace and saw the emperor, who looked anxious, guarding the bedside as soon as he entered.

He was seen pacing back and forth with a furrowed brow and a serious expression.

Jiang Mubai stepped forward quickly and bowed to the emperor. "This humble subject greets Your Majesty. I was unaware that Your Majesty summoned me here so urgently, is it because of the Imperial Concubine..."

Before Jiang Mubai finished speaking, his gaze fell on Lin Shu's pale yet still handsome face, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

"Doctor Jiang, come quickly and see Shu'er, she has suddenly fainted," Li Che said, his tone filled with urgency and helplessness, a rare display of emotion for an emperor.

Jiang Mubai quickly stepped forward, first carefully checking Lin Shu's pulse, then gently lifting her eyelids to test her reaction with light.

After examining her, he had a clear understanding of the situation. He slowly stood up and said to Li Che, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine is fine. She has just regained her memory and was under excessive mental stress. Coupled with the shock she experienced today, she has become weak in both qi and blood and has fainted temporarily."

"I will write a prescription now, have someone decoct the medicine and give it to him. He should recover after a few days of rest."

Upon hearing this, Li Che's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, but then he frowned again. "There must be more to this than meets the eye. I will find out who dared to plot against Shu'er right under my nose!"

Jiang Mubai looked at Lin Shu, who was pretending to be unconscious, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He knew the Emperor was throwing himself into the lion's den, and sure enough!

Who knows what she might do next? Let's just hope she doesn't destroy the palace.

To ensure Lin Shu's safety, Li Che immediately ordered heightened security. In addition to a thorough investigation, he also ordered Zhao Jing, the commander of the Imperial Guards, to protect Lin Shu closely until the murderer was found.

After arranging everything, the Emperor entrusted Lin Shu to the care of a maid, while he went to deal with the assassin.

Jiang Mubai took the opportunity to dismiss everyone, and after confirming that no one was around, he turned to Lin Shu and said, "Everyone's gone, why aren't you awake yet?"

Lin Shu slowly opened his eyes, sat up with a bored expression, and said, "How boring."

"Boring? You stole all the money from their national treasury and burned down their palace. What more do you want?" Without asking, Jiang Mubai knew that she was responsible for all of this.

When the matter was brought up, Lin Shu smiled indifferently, "So what? He's the one who let me into the palace. This is just an appetizer."

"By the way, have you found my father and Su Qing?"

“There’s some progress, but the news hasn’t been confirmed yet,” Jiang Mubai was just about to tell her about it.

Lin Shu took a deep breath. "I need to hurry. I'm going to die in a few days. This can't go on forever."