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

Then, a resolute look flashed in Xiao Wanxi's eyes. Without lingering for a moment, and without giving Ning Chenxing any chance to respond, she resolutely turned around.

Her posture was elegant and upright, and every step she took was steady and showed great determination.

Like a female general about to go to the battlefield, she took the lead in stepping out of the heavy door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Behind her, the concubines looked complicated and flustered, like a flock of birds lost in a storm.

Some of the concubines had their brows furrowed, their worries written all over their faces, their eyes filled with anxiety about their unknown fate.

Some were as pale as paper, their eyes filled with a terrifying and anxious look, as if they would be completely swallowed up by fear at any moment.

They huddled together behind Xiao Wanxi like helpless fledglings, and the group marched slowly along the winding palace road toward the inner palace.

The receding figure gradually blurred under the dim light of the palace lanterns, eventually disappearing completely from Ning Chenxing's sight.

Only the empty palace corridors remained, filled with a depressing silence.

Ning Chenxing stared at the Empress's receding figure, his gaze fixed on her until she disappeared around the corner, as if trying to etch that image into his heart.

A complex and inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart, and he secretly admired his elder brother for having such a wonderful empress who was truly admirable and a rare gem among men.

In this critical moment when the situation was changing rapidly, and the circumstances were as complicated and unpredictable as a tangled mess, she was able to remain so calm and composed.

Like a towering mountain standing firm amidst storms, no matter how the outside world changes, its heart remains as steadfast as a rock, calm and composed, and capable of handling any situation with ease.

His extraordinary demeanor and exceptional courage truly impressed him, and a unique sense of respect welled up within him.

However, beneath the respect lay a hint of unspeakable apprehension.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a fleeting, elusive glint, like a cold star, flashed in his long, narrow eyes, much like a turbulent whirlpool hidden in a deep pool.

The surface is calm, but undercurrents are surging inside.

Then, he slowly withdrew his gaze, as if coming back from a deep thought, and turned his gaze to the Imperial Guard Commander standing respectfully to the side.

His expression was as calm as the deep night sky, yet it carried an innate, ingrained, and unquestionable majesty.

That imposing aura seemed like an invisible shackle woven from the passage of time and the power of authority, inspiring awe and fear.

He casually instructed, "You may leave now."

The voice was deep and steady, like the tolling of an ancient bell, slowly echoing in the silent space, yet it seemed to carry an invisible and powerful force, making people dare not disobey in the slightest.

After the Imperial Guard Commander respectfully clasped his hands in acceptance of the order and retreated with uniform steps, Ning Chenxing slightly adjusted his magnificent yet dignified clothes.

His movements were meticulous and slow, and he carefully smoothed out every wrinkle, as if he were not just tidying up his clothes, but also his ambition to soon rule the world.

Then, he walked slowly into the inner hall with a pace that was neither hurried nor slow, seemingly leisurely but with each step carrying profound meaning.

Upon entering the inner hall, a solemn and dignified atmosphere, yet also carrying a hint of chill, immediately greeted one.

His gaze was instantly drawn to the magnificent dragon bed, a symbol of supreme imperial power.

The emperor lay there quietly, his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, lifeless, like a cold sculpture forgotten by time.

That once majestic and vibrant face now appears so haggard and fragile.

Seeing his elder brother's appearance, Ning Chenxing's lips curled up slightly, slowly forming a meaningful smile.

That smile held a smug satisfaction, like a cunning fox finally catching its prey.

He also harbored a yearning and fervor for the future, envisioning himself controlling the world and ascending to the pinnacle of power, as if the entire world was already under his control.

Everything went so smoothly, as if the scales of fate were tipping in his favor, easily plunging the emperor into an endless slumber.

He secretly rejoiced and thanked his body for the rigorous training he had received since childhood in martial arts.

Years of arduous training not only endowed him with the agility of a leopard, but also forged his extraordinary courage and composure.

Only then can one move freely like a ghost in that chaotic, ever-changing situation.

They completed all the meticulously planned and interconnected steps without anyone noticing.

If it were someone else, the slightest mistake could have led to failure, plunging them into an abyss of no return and making them a victim of power struggles.

Ning Chenxing turned his head slightly, his gaze as sharp and fierce as a hawk's, sweeping towards the black-clad men disguised as bodyguards beside him like a sharp blade.

His eyes held a cold and ruthless glint, as if they could pierce through the darkness and see through everything.

He gave a low but clear and firm order: "You stay here. If anything unusual happens, report it to me immediately. There must be no mistakes."

Upon hearing this, the men in black clasped their hands in obedience and accepted the order. Their figures vanished swiftly and silently into the shadows, as if they had merged with the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

Only a faint ripple remained in the air, a testament to their existence.

Ning Chenxing nodded in satisfaction, a cold, serpentine glint flashing in his eyes, a glint that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

Then, he turned around and left the Hall of Mental Cultivation with steady steps.

At this moment, a new plan surged in his mind, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that surged and surged.

Although the Second Prince is now far away from the capital and in a place far from the center of power, he is still a potentially huge threat.

Like a bomb buried deep underground, ready to explode at any moment, the slightest carelessness could disrupt his entire plan.

Unexpected situations are inevitable, so they must be removed as soon as possible to prevent future troubles, just like removing a thorn in one's eye or flesh, leaving no hidden dangers.

There are also the Third Princess and the Fourth Princess. In the Chengxiao Kingdom, the rules for inheriting the throne have never been restricted by gender; ability and prestige are the key factors.

In this way, the two princesses, who had already come of age and possessed outstanding talent and extraordinary wisdom, had built extensive connections and gained considerable prestige in the court.

It was also a huge stumbling block on his path to the throne, like a roadblock, standing in his way that he could not afford to leave unchecked.

He needed to send a message immediately, through that secret and efficient intelligence network, to have his loyal and capable agents, who had been carefully placed in various locations, prepare to take action.

Fourteen days later, when the Emperor succumbs to the poison and dies, that will be their death day. Let these people go to the Yellow Springs together to accompany their elder brother.

He sneered inwardly, a cold and cruel laugh that seemed to echo from hell.

I really am a "kind" and "thoughtful" younger brother.

Such "thoughtful" concern for the emperor's lonely journey to the underworld, culminating in the special arrangement for so many brothers and sisters to accompany him.

Thinking of this, Ning Chenxing's smile deepened, but it was as cold as the frost in the dead of winter.

It exudes endless coldness and cruelty, as if it can freeze everything around it into dust, making people shudder.

As for the youngest princess, she is still very young and her mind is as pure as a blank sheet of paper, inexperienced in the ways of the world.

Like a delicate yet fragile flower in a greenhouse, they are completely unaware of the dangers of the court and the cruelty of power struggles.

It wouldn't hurt to keep her. Such a naive and unsuspecting little girl would be easy to control, and perhaps she could be cleverly used in the future.

To become a key piece in one's own hands, playing an unexpected and important role in this complex, labyrinthine court game full of power struggles and calculations.

She can be used to restrain various forces at the appropriate time, or as a bargaining chip to gain greater benefits for oneself.

Thinking this, a calculating glint flashed in Ning Chenxing's eyes, a glint like an evil star twinkling in the night sky.

He quickened his pace, heading towards his palace. His shadow receded into the distance along the long palace path, stretched longer and longer by the dim palace lanterns.

It was as if a huge shadow was looming over the entire palace.

He was already plotting a more meticulous and ruthless next move.

It's as if they're drawing a grand blueprint with power as ink and conspiracy as brush, but the underlying color of this blueprint is the blood and tears of countless people.

Night fell like a boundless black silk ribbon, hanging heavily and completely enveloping the vast land outside Beijing.

Qin Qianluo's farm, embraced by the thick, inky night, is like a secluded, tranquil island, immersed in a peaceful, slumbering atmosphere.

The hustle and bustle of the day has faded away, leaving only the gentle sound of the wind, which lingers like a ghost around the farm, telling of the silence of the night.

Suddenly, a deep and powerful roar, like muffled thunder from the depths of the earth, was heard, deep yet penetrating, approaching from afar.

With overwhelming force, like a sharp giant blade, it instantly tore through the dark night.

A black SUV, like a black panther lurking in the night, arrived silently, exuding a mysterious and sharp aura.

It came to a steady stop in a very secluded corner outside the farm.

The car's lines are smooth yet strong, resembling the physique of a cheetah, exuding a restrained yet powerful sense of strength.

Under the gentle caress of the faint moonlight, the surface of the car body shimmered with a cold and mysterious luster.

It seemed to blend into the surrounding darkness, as if it were part of the darkness itself, indistinguishable from it.

With three crisp and clean "swish" sounds, the doors of the SUV opened one after another, and Su Jinyun and the other two quickly and nimbly got out of the car.

They wore specially made dark night clothes that hugged their body curves, allowing them to move freely and blend perfectly into the night.

Su Jinyun was agile and nimble, like a cheetah poised to pounce. Her eyes were sharp and determined, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, discerning everything in the darkness.

Xuan Ying moved with lightness, like a nightingale hidden in the dark night, her steps as light as if she were walking on clouds, making almost no sound.

Xuan Yu, on the other hand, had a calm and composed expression, like a silent and resolute mountain. He followed closely behind, each step firm and powerful, revealing a reassuring and composed demeanor.