His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

Her knuckles were slightly white from the force she exerted, much like the bare branches of a tree covered in a thin layer of frost in winter, conveying a sense of powerless tension.

At this moment, her heart felt as if it were entangled by thousands of fine threads, and waves of astonishment and doubt surged like a turbulent tide, one after another, rising and falling, and lingering for a long time.

The emperor suddenly fell into a coma without any warning, and the imperial physicians, who were renowned for their superb medical skills, were now helpless as if facing an impenetrable wall.

The inability to awaken the dragon from this endless slumber was undoubtedly a heavy blow, like a mountain crashing down on her heart.

It made her feel a suffocating sense of oppression and panic.

Her gaze slowly swept over the several imperial physicians kneeling there in fear and trepidation. They had their heads bowed, their bodies trembling slightly, and each of their faces was filled with fear, guilt, and helplessness.

Although she was burning with anxiety, the flames of that anxiety seemed to be consuming her entirely.

However, her years of experience in the palace had instilled in her a calm and wise nature, which served as a solid fortress, allowing her to maintain composure amidst the chaos.

She knew that this was not the time to punish them. Punishing the imperial physicians would not only be useless, but might also disturb the peace of mind and affect the treatment of the emperor.

Moreover, she had witnessed Physician Xu's subtle actions just now. Although she didn't understand them, she didn't make a fuss.

She gently raised her hand, a hand that was usually well-maintained, but now trembled slightly as she pressed her brow, which ached from excessive worry.

Trying to soothe the nerves that were so tense they felt like they were about to twist into a pretzel.

Then, she waved her hand weakly, the gesture carrying a hint of exhaustion, helplessness, and a forced composure, signaling the imperial physicians to leave.

He spoke softly but with an undeniable authority: "You may all step back now. You must find a way to save the Emperor as soon as possible, and do not slacken your efforts."

"His Majesty's good health is a blessing to our dynasty; you should all exert your utmost efforts."

The voice, though soft, seemed to carry the fate of the entire dynasty, sounding particularly heavy in the silent Hall of Mental Cultivation.

After the imperial physicians respectfully kowtowed and withdrew, Xiao Wanxi fell into deep thought alone.

The incident was so bizarre, like a thick, impenetrable fog that enveloped her completely.

It made her feel as if she were in a dark maze, unable to find a single clue to break through.

The men in black appeared too smoothly and without warning, as if they were ghosts suddenly emerging from the depths of hell.

Everything seemed to have been meticulously arranged by an invisible hand hidden in the darkness.

Not to mention that since entering the palace, Eunuch Li has always served the emperor, experiencing countless storms in the palace, and his loyalty to the emperor is as firm as a rock.

This loyalty is as clear as day and as evident to all.

Just consider the impregnable defenses and layers of security within the palace; the guards were so formidable, they were like an unbreakable Great Wall of steel.

The palace was surrounded by imperial guards who patrolled day and night, with numerous sentry posts. Every entrance was heavily guarded, and every palace gate had personnel checking passes.

With such tight security, it would take more than just one eunuch to sneak in so many men in black without them noticing.

Even if he were the emperor's most favored and powerful eunuch, it wouldn't be something he could easily do.

There must be some hidden story behind this, but what exactly is that story?

Like a mysterious enigma hidden in the abyss of darkness, waiting for her to uncover it, and with each attempt to explore, she seems to sense the immense danger and conspiracy lurking behind it.

What made her even more suspicious was that the bodies of those men in black and Eunuch Li had already been disposed of by the Emperor's secret guards at an extremely fast pace.

The movement was faster than anyone could imagine, like a black lightning bolt that instantly ripped through the night sky and then vanished without a trace, taking away all possible clues.

Even she, the Empress, who held an unparalleled position of power and prestige in the palace, never had the chance to witness the true faces of those men in black.

Moreover, the commander of the Imperial Guards made it clear to her that the Secret Guards had not allowed them to interfere in the matter, and that everything was to be handled by the Secret Guards themselves.

So, what exactly are the secret guards covering up? Why are they so eager to dispose of the corpses? Could they be hiding a shocking, unspeakable secret?

Could this secret pose a devastating threat to the Emperor, the entire royal family, and even the nation?

The imperial guards, as the emperor's most trusted force, were supposed to protect the safety of the royal family.

But their behavior is so strange now that it makes her deeply suspicious of the truth of the whole incident.

The more Xiao Wanxi thought about it, the more she felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, and that a huge, intricate, and unfathomable conspiracy was hidden behind it.

Ning Chenxing's appearance was so coincidental and perfectly timed, as if it had been precisely calculated. How could she not have deep suspicions?

As far as she knew, the fifth prince, Ning Chenxing, had always been only interested in romance and poetry, and spent his days immersed in the elegant world of poetry, calligraphy and painting.

He was obsessed with a leisurely life of playing music, chess, wine, and tea, and seemed to have no interest in court disputes and power struggles. He never showed any intention of rebelling.

After all, if the Fifth Prince really had such an ambitious rebellion plot to overthrow the country, it would be impossible for Qin Qianluo, with her exceptional intelligence and meticulous mind, not to have noticed it.

But why did the Fifth Prince suddenly enter the palace to find the Emperor today without any warning, and why did the Emperor happen to encounter such a life-threatening situation today?

This series of seemingly coincidental events is far too bizarre, as if an invisible hand is meticulously weaving a huge web of conspiracy behind the scenes.

Everyone was drawn into a bottomless vortex, and she, too, was caught in it, not knowing where to go or what to do.

Every doubt felt like a heavy stone weighing on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. She knew she had to find out the truth as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the emperor's safety, the dignity of the royal family, and even the fate of the entire dynasty would be in grave danger.

Upon hearing the imperial physician's report, Ning Chenxing's face was instantly shrouded in a curtain of sorrow.

His grief was so intense, like the heavy gloom of late autumn, that it instantly enveloped his entire being.

He slowly lowered his head, his body like a withered leaf falling in the autumn wind, trembling slightly under the invisible force of grief.

It was as if I was drowning in a bottomless abyss of sorrow, powerless to escape.

However, behind this seemingly heartbroken facade, his heart was like a hidden undercurrent, surging with a cold disdain.

Hmph, if these mediocre imperial physicians could easily discern the complex reasons behind the Emperor's coma with just a few pulse diagnosiss.

Wouldn't all his previous painstaking efforts and meticulous planning have been rendered meaningless, like child's play?

To achieve this goal, he went to great lengths, searching far and wide before finally obtaining the rare and precious Fragrant Soul Powder.

This fragrant soul dissipated, like a deadly ghost lurking in the darkness.

Simply unfold the scroll containing ingenious mechanisms from the previous dynasty, and a silent "hunt" will quietly begin.

The smoky fragrance dissipates and ignites silently, like a ghost, the moment the scroll is unfurled, thanks to the extremely subtle friction.

The dosage was carefully considered and precisely controlled by him, not too much or too little, but just enough to be effective in a short time.

The emperor, who was completely unprepared and immersed in the elegant pleasures of ink, unknowingly fell into a deep and abyss-like coma.

While everyone was thrown into chaos and panic by this sudden turn of events, he, like a cunning hunter, subtly seized the opportunity presented by his feigned desperate attempt to protect his master.

With a movement as natural as flowing water yet incredibly subtle, he reached out his hand as quietly as a ghost.

The poisoned needle, coated with the Illusionary Butterfly Lure, was precisely pierced into the Emperor's back.

He secretly surmised that, in that chaotic and suffocatingly tense situation, the imperial physicians were focused solely on treating the emperor's health as quickly as possible.

They had no time to spare and would certainly not have thought of conducting a thorough and meticulous examination of the emperor's entire body.

Even as the diagnosis and treatment progressed, they vaguely sensed that something was amiss. It wasn't until the imperial physicians finally realized that a comprehensive examination of the emperor's body was necessary that they understood the situation.

Those tiny, needle-like eyes have long since vanished without a trace, like morning mist dissipating under the warm sun, with the quiet passage of time.

After all, every step of his methods was meticulously planned and calculated, extremely secretive, and difficult for others to detect.

The poison, the Illusionary Butterfly Poison, is extremely difficult to defend against and is highly secretive.

Within half an hour of initial use, the poisoned person may experience a subtle symptom, such as bluish discoloration of the fingertips, which is easily overlooked.

But... thinking of this, Ning Chenxing narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes were like a bottomless pool, calm on the surface but full of hidden secrets.

He subtly raised his head slightly and glanced quickly at the sky in an extremely subtle and almost imperceptible manner.

With a precise grasp of the time, he silently estimated the approximate time in his mind.

Everything was exactly as he had meticulously planned, fitting together perfectly and at just the right moment. From the time the poison was administered until now, exactly half an hour had passed.

The poison of the Illusionary Butterfly Inducer works like a silent killer lurking in the darkness, taking effect slowly and quietly.

It plunges the poisoned person into a deep, seemingly endless coma, as if they have fallen into an abyss of sweet dreams.

Fourteen days later, the poisoned person will die painlessly in this beautiful dream, as if it were just a long and enchanting illusion slowly coming to an end, leaving no trace.

He sneered inwardly, a smile as cold as frost in the dead of winter, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

He traced a faint yet sinister arc, thinking to himself how he had been such a "good younger brother," giving his elder brother such a seemingly "comfortable" but actually fatal way to die.

However, there is still one variable in the situation that cannot be ignored: the Empress.