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The imperial palace of Lincang was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, so oppressive it was hard to breathe. News of the emperor's coma spread like wildfire, instantly reaching the court and the inner palace. In a dark, secret chamber, Wang Chong and his trusted generals plotted repeatedly, the flickering candlelight illuminating their greedy and ferocious faces. "Strike at dawn tomorrow, and make sure it's a decisive blow!" Wang Chong whispered, his voice barely concealing his ruthlessness. The men's eyes gleamed, nodding fervently, as if power and wealth were beckoning them.

Before dawn, the streets of the capital were deathly silent. Suddenly, the rapid sound of hooves shattered the stillness, like a barrage of war drums. Wang Chong personally led several hundred elite soldiers, clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp blades that gleamed coldly, charging towards the palace like a surging black tide. The soldiers' faces were covered with black cloth, revealing only their cold, bloodthirsty eyes.

Upon seeing this, the palace guards quickly rang the alarm bell. The sharp, mournful sound of the bell echoed through the quiet morning, shattering the palace's tranquility. "Wang Chong, what are you doing?" Zhao Meng, the commander of the Imperial Guards, stepped forward, his long sword pointed directly at Wang Chong, his voice booming like a bell, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Wang Chong curled his lips into a cold smile, riding his tall horse with an arrogant expression: "The emperor is incompetent and is currently unconscious. It's time for a new ruler to rule this world! Those who know what's good for them will surrender now, and I'll spare their lives!"

Zhao Meng's eyes widened in fury, as if they were about to spit fire: "You traitor, how dare you rebel! We swear to defend the palace and His Majesty to the death!" The imperial guards behind him shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens, their weapons gleaming coldly, their momentum unstoppable.

In an instant, fierce battle erupted. Wang Chong waved his hand, and his soldiers charged towards the palace guards like hungry wolves. Swords flashed and shadows danced, the shouts of battle deafening, as if tearing apart the darkness before dawn. Blood splattered, staining the cold ground with terrifying, dark red flowers.

Meanwhile, deep within the palace, Consort Wang, dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit, held a sharp dagger, her eyes filled with madness and determination. Beside her, her two trusted maids, Liu Xinyi and Jin Yue'er, also held sharp blades, their faces tense yet ruthless.

"Today is the day of Jiang's death. Get rid of her, and this harem will be mine." Consort Wang gritted her teeth, her voice filled with years of pent-up resentment and endless greed for power.

Liu Xinyi replied in a low voice, "Your Majesty, rest assured, this servant will follow you to the death." Jin Yue'er also nodded from the side, her eyes flashing with a fierce light.

The three women moved like ghosts through the palace corridors, stealthily approaching the Empress's bedchamber. Along the way, they skillfully evaded the patrolling guards time and again.

Finally, they arrived at the gates of the Empress's palace. Consort Wang took a deep breath and gave Liu Xinyi and Jin Yue'er a look. Liu Xinyi stepped forward and, with trembling hands, pushed open the palace door.

Inside the palace, candlelight flickered. Empress Jiang sat calmly on her couch, her expression composed, as if she had foreseen everything. She wore a phoenix robe, her posture dignified, her eyes revealing both majesty and disdain.

"Consort Wang, you've finally come to this." The Empress's voice was calm yet cold, like the chilly wind in a cold night.

Consort Wang was taken aback, then sneered, "Jiang, today is your death day. Your position as Empress should be given to someone else!" With that, she brandished her dagger and charged towards the Empress like a madwoman. Liu Xinyi and Jin Yue'er followed closely behind, forming a triangle that tightly surrounded the Empress.

At the critical moment, a figure flashed out from behind the screen like lightning—it was Yunniang. She was dressed in a light blue outfit, her hair flying in the wind, her eyes resolute and determined.

"Your Majesty, I'm here!" Yunniang shouted, her short blade meeting the dagger thrust by Consort Wang. With a loud clang, sparks flew from the clashing metal, making Consort Wang's arm go numb.

Seeing this, Liu Xinyi seized the opportunity to stab Yunniang from the side. Yunniang turned nimbly, like a nimble swallow, and deftly dodged the attack, simultaneously kicking Liu Xinyi's wrist. Liu Xinyi cried out in pain, and the dagger slipped from her hand.

While Yunniang was dealing with Liu Xinyi, Jin Yue'er suddenly rushed towards the Empress. A hint of panic flashed in the Empress's eyes, but she still forced herself to remain calm. Yunniang was extremely anxious and, without thinking, leaped towards Jin Yue'er, using her own body to block the dagger Jin Yue'er was about to stab at the Empress.

"Yunniang!" the Empress exclaimed in surprise.

Yunniang groaned, blood gushing from her wound. But she forced herself to stay upright, clinging tightly to Jin Yue'er. "Your Majesty, go quickly..." Yunniang's voice was weak but firm.

Tears welled in the Empress's eyes. Just as she was about to make a move, she saw Consort Wang raise her dagger again and stab Yunniang viciously. A resolute glint flashed in Yunniang's eyes. With her last ounce of strength, she shoved Jin Yue'er towards Consort Wang. The two fell to the ground and began to wrestle.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the palace; the Empress's guards had finally arrived. "Take them all down!" the Empress's voice was filled with anger and grief.

The guards surged in like a tide, surrounding Consort Wang, Liu Xinyi, and Jin Yue'er. Consort Wang, her face filled with terror and resentment, struggled desperately. Liu Xinyi collapsed to the ground, her eyes filled with despair. Jin Yue'er was held tightly by Yun Niang, unable to move.

Yunniang lay on the ground, her breath faint. The Empress quickly went to her side and helped her up: "Yunniang, why are you so foolish..."

Yunniang smiled slightly: "I can protect Your Majesty..." Before she could finish speaking, she fainted due to excessive blood loss.

The Empress was extremely anxious and immediately ordered the imperial physician to be summoned. Thanks to the physician's best efforts, Yunniang's wounds were finally treated, and she was temporarily out of danger.

Meanwhile, in the direction of the emperor's bedchamber, Wang Chong led a small squad of elite soldiers, moving like ghosts towards the palace. They slaughtered everything in their path, and soon arrived at the palace gates.

"Your Majesty, today is your death day!" Wang Chong kicked open the palace door, only to find the palace empty. The magnificent bed was in disarray, but the emperor was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh no, we've fallen into a trap!" Wang Chong thought to himself, realizing the danger. He was about to turn around and leave when he found that his escape route was blocked.

"Wang Chong, you traitor, you've finally shown your true colors!" With a furious shout, Emperor Wei Huazhang emerged, surrounded by a group of guards. At this moment, he was dressed in a golden dragon robe, his posture upright, showing no trace of his unconsciousness. His eyes shone with majesty and anger, like a war god descending upon the land.

"You... how could you..." Wang Chong looked at the emperor in horror, his legs went weak, he could hardly stand, and his voice trembled so badly that he could barely stand.

"Hmph, I have long suspected your treacherous intentions and have been waiting for you to walk into my trap. Today is your end!" The emperor waved his hand, and the guards beside him pounced on Wang Chong like tigers.

Seeing that all was lost, Wang Chong's soldiers' morale collapsed instantly, and they all laid down their weapons and surrendered. Wang Chong himself was captured alive, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair and emptiness.

"Take this traitor away and await his fate!" The emperor's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

With Wang Chong and Consort Wang being taken away, this dramatic farce of a coup finally came to an end.

At dawn, the sunlight had just fallen on the glazed tiles of the palace, refracting into a kaleidoscope of colors. Filled with anticipation, Lan Ke'er quickly packed her bags and eagerly headed towards the palace gates, her only thought being to leave the palace as soon as possible to find Chu Li.

However, just as she passed by the Imperial Garden, a cacophony of shouts and cries shattered the morning tranquility. Startled, Lan Ke'er instinctively hid behind a nearby bush. Carefully parting the flowers, she peered out and saw a group of men dressed in black, wielding sharp blades, surging into the palace like a tidal wave. Each of them had a fierce expression; they were Wang Chong's men.

Elisa Lam trembled with fear, barely daring to breathe. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, as if it would burst. She covered her mouth tightly, afraid that the slightest sound would give her away. In her panic, she accidentally bumped into a nearby flower branch, making a soft rustling sound.

"Who?!" A man in black immediately looked over alertly, raising his knife high as if to charge.

Elisa Lam closed her eyes in terror, silently praying. Just then, a more intense fighting sound came from afar, attracting the attention of the men in black.

"There seems to be something going on over there, let's go check it out!" the leader of the men in black shouted. The men in black hesitated for a moment, but ultimately ran towards the direction of the fighting.

Elisa Lam let out a long sigh and collapsed to the ground, her clothes soaked with cold sweat. She knew that leaving the palace was impossible now; she had to find somewhere to hide. So, she forced herself to her feet, looked around, and spotted an abandoned palace not far away. The palace gates were tightly shut, and weeds grew rampant around it; it looked like no one had been there for a long time.

Elisa Lam pushed open the door with difficulty, the hinges creaking loudly. Her heart pounded with nervousness. Once inside the palace, she quickly found a corner to curl up, using some old tables and chairs to cover herself. Her body was still trembling, her eyes fixed on the doorway, terrified that the men in black would come after her.

At this moment, Lan Ke'er was filled with fear and helplessness. She didn't know when this chaos would end, or if she would ever see Chu Li again. In this silent palace, she could only pray silently, hoping that everything would return to peace as soon as possible.