In the dead of night, the palace gates were tightly shut, with corpses strewn about and rivers of blood flowing everywhere!
A eunuch chief, in his sixties with white temples, clutching a duster, hurriedly ran into the Supreme Clarity Hall.
"Your Majesty!"
Having just crossed the threshold, the eunuch chief stumbled, falling to the ground with a thud, then quickly crawled forward.
"Your Majesty, its not good, Prince Charles is barely holding on."
On the dais, the man, no more than thirty-five or six years old, once had a peerless face.
Now, his right cheek bore a large scar from a burn, and his left cheek had grown a black patch due to a severe poison, his once handsome and beautiful face no longer existed.
Even his once mighty body was now gravely ill.
"Bang." The palace doors were suddenly kicked open.
Emperor Hudson turned his head to see a woman in white entering from outside.
The number one beauty of Capital City, the mother of the Zhou Empire.
His empress, Grace Cloud.
"Your Majesty, why are you still in the palace? You must flee. Prince Charles troops are in disarray, and Prince Yan will likely breach the palace soon." Lee Forts expression was panicked as he urged her to leave.
Emperor Hudson coughed violently.
Lee Fort quickly returned to his side, kneeling before the dragon bed, soothing Emperor Hudsons chest.
Grace Clouds beautiful eyes swept over Emperor Hudson, then she turned, took the medicine from the palace maid Fu Xi, and slowly approached Emperor Hudson, sitting beside him on the couch.
She picked up the spoon, gently scooping a mouthful, her face expressionless: "We have been husband and wife for ten years, a fate in itself. I will see you off one last time. May you journey well, and may we never meet in the next life."
Lee Forts face changed dramatically: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
"Drag him out." Grace Cloud commanded coldly.
A group of palace servants gagged Lee Fort and forcibly dragged him out of the hall.
Emperor Hudson took the opportunity to sit up, slapping away the medicine in Grace Clouds hand, his face contorted as he roared: "Grace Cloud, where have I wronged you that you hate me so?"
Anyone could offer him the bowl of poison, but not her.
She was his precious treasure, how could she become a sword piercing his heart?
He grasped her shoulders with both hands, shaking her violently: "I have dismissed the harem for you, given you the one and only relationship you desired, picked the hell lotus you love for you, let you arrange the harem as you wish, why are you still not satisfied? Tell me, what must I do for you to look back at me?"
Grace Cloud pushed him away forcefully, stood up, and screamed in heart-wrenching pain: "Your death, only your death, can bring me more happiness, can alleviate my hatred."
"You destroyed my life, and you didnt even spare my closest kin. What you did for me was just to amuse a canary; I dont care about it at all."
She turned, pulled out Emperor Hudsons sword from the rack, and returned to his side, the sharp sword pointing directly at him.
"I have endured humiliation for ten years, all for today. Once youre dead, I no longer have to be your empress. This phoenix crown on my head is suffocating."
She raised her other hand, forcefully pulling off the phoenix crown on her head, and smashed it onto his old and ugly face.
The ornaments on the crown scraped a blood down his already scarred right cheek, and blood trickled along the contour of his face, falling onto his chin.
Emperor Hudson looked down at the phoenix crown in his arms, with blood dripping from his chin onto the phoenixs eyes.
His scarred hand, like an old mans, clenched it with all his might.