Tokyo city.
It was past three quarters of noon, and the lights in Daqing Hall were brightly lit. Outside the hall, the sky was filled with boiling water, and occasionally there was the sound of galloping horse hooves.
It was originally the quietest moment in the Forbidden Palace, but due to the intrusion of an uninvited guest, the entire palace was upset.
In the palace, the emperor held the seat of the chair tightly with one hand and spread his other hand in front of him, letting the kneeling people bandage him. The anger in Yinwu's eyes was not extinguished. The heads of the little Huangmen and the imperial doctors who were coming and going were almost lowered to the ground, for fear of harming themselves.
Today, Zhao Xi was in Chui Gong Hall to deal with some issues related to Saibei. He returned a little late and had just sat on the edge of the bed to rest. A flash of silver light flashed in the darkness, and a sharp dagger stabbed down from directly above the dragon bed.
The blade reflected the candlelight, irritating the emperor's eyes. It was at this moment that he instinctively raised his hand, and the dagger missed an inch, leaving a deep red gash on his arm. The blood instantly stained the entire sleeve, but he still blocked the fatal blow.
Purpose: The world is unfair and the world is a hell. Women can also stand in high positions to save the people.
