The regent prince rejoiced greatly and kicked open the gate of the Zhongyang Hall, preparing to step inside.

　　My heart was in my throat, and I was so nervous that I held my breath.

　　Time is passing incredibly slowly at this moment.

　　My gaze passes over the crowded soldiers and the noisy warriors, straight towards the dimly lit inner palace.

　　Just as the regent is about to step in, a gleaming dagger slices through the night sky and stabs him in the heart from behind.

　　And the handle of the dagger is held in the hand of the noble concubine, Danxia.

　　Finally, I exhale and send the signal to summon the hidden troops to the sky.

　　However, despite my careful calculations, I didn't anticipate the heavy snow and cold wind, blocking the path of the army as they ascend the mountain, preventing them from attacking at the designated time.

　　Danxia truly lives up to her reputation as a noblewoman of the Northern Mongols.

　　Her archery skills are superb, and in that critical moment, she managed to guard the palace gate.

　　Fortunately, even though the loyal troops and the reinforcements from the Northern Mongols were delayed by half an incense stick's worth of time, they arrived just before the regent's loyalists launched a counterattack on the Zhaoyang Palace.

　　After this battle, Noble Concubine Danxia fell into a coma due to her injuries from saving the emperor, and the remnants of the regent's faction were completely wiped out.

　　From then on, the emperor would no longer be held hostage by anyone.

　　However, despite having all the power, the emperor spends his days by the side of the unconscious noble concubine.

　　I have pleaded with him several times to move the imperial carriage, but he cannot bring himself to do it, so I am left to track down the remaining enemies and handle the piling government affairs myself.

　　I ordered the regent to be posthumously punished to serve as a warning.

　　Then, a month after the Jiu Hua Mountain incident, I brought the regent's ashes to the imperial tomb.

　　I sat in front of the Black Qilin's mausoleum and smiled as I told him, "Xuanqi, the great revenge has been achieved.

　　You can finally rest." As I continued to smile, I felt warm liquid welling up, flowing down my cheeks, and dripping onto the grass.

　　It has been three years since Xuanqi's death, and whether in public or private, this is the first time I have shed tears for him.

　　Once the tears start flowing, they cannot be stopped.

　　I cry like a deeply aggrieved child, as if I want to exhaust all the tears that I've held back for three years in one go.

　　Three years ago, during the autumn hunt after Xuanqi's ascension to the throne.

　　I was very nervous, afraid that the regent, who had just suppressed the followers of the Minister of War, would become angry and attempt an assassination.

　　But Xuanqi was in a good mood and insisted on hunting a small prey for me according to tradition.

　　I wasn't very happy and advised him to stay in the royal tent and avoid any unnecessary actions.

　　However, he said that the autumn hunt was cancelled last year due to the national mourning, so he wanted to make it up to me this year.

　　Seeing the worry on my face, he even invited the Ning Prince and swapped their outfits.

　　I was stunned, but he just smiled and pinched my face before turning and leading the group to the Imperial Forest.

　　Before marrying him, I always thought that he was the dignified and serious Crown Prince that people spoke of.

　　Later, I found out that he had a very impulsive personality when no one was around.

　　I just never expected that the emperor himself would swap places with his younger brother just to personally go hunting.

　　I thought about how the regent was resentful, but I never expected him to resort to such despicable methods.

　　Xuanqi suddenly developed a high fever and fell off his horse during the hunt.

　　The imperial physicians hurriedly held a consultation, but couldn't figure out the cause.

　　His condition worsened rapidly, and he quickly fell into a coma and stopped eating or drinking.

　　It was later revealed that he had been poisoned.

　　The regent was cunning and had control over a little eunuch in the Yongxin Palace, who secretly administered a very small amount of hidden medicine to Xuanqi every day.

　　And during this autumn hunt, he coated poison on all the arrows and bows.

　　The hidden medicine and poison were individually harmless, but when combined, they created an incurable deadly poison.

　　When drawing the bow and shooting the arrow, the skin would inevitably be scratched, allowing the poison to enter through the tiny wounds, causing the accumulation of toxins, ultimately leading to death.

　　The imperial physician's medicine only left him with seven days.

　　On the seventh day, Xuan Qi woke up and was able to sit up on his own.

　　But my heart ached, knowing that it was just a temporary improvement before his final decline.

　　I dismissed the idle people and stayed by Xuan Qi's side with Ning Wang, who was at a loss.