In a blur of speed, Chu Han swiftly untied the dagger from his right arm. With explosive force, his left hand hurled it out in what seemed like an instant.
Bang!
The dagger plunged straight into the back of that man's head. Only the hilt remained outside; the entire blade had sunk into his skull!
Chu Han's throw had been executed in one smooth motion. The man attempting to assassinate the emperor had barely lunged forward before collapsing completely. Blood sprayed wildly from the back of his head, quickly staining the bed crimson.
The palace maid beside them had been sent flying by Chu Han's slap and was still too dazed to get up. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw that the emperor's assassin was dead beyond any doubt.
"Ah—!" She let out a piercing scream on the spot, loud enough for everyone in the palace hall to hear.
Immediately afterward, Chu Han heard a flurry of footsteps and an endless stream of noisy voices.
"The Imperial Consort is here!"
"Your Highness, Imperial Consort!"
An amused curve appeared at the corner of Chu Han's lips. The next moment, a group of people rushed inside, led by a woman who was surprisingly young.
That startled Chu Han slightly. He had assumed this Imperial Consort was the Seventh Prince's mother, but judging by her age, that was clearly impossible!
The Imperial Consort saw the blood on the bed as soon as she entered. Her eyes rolled back, and her body swayed as if she were about to faint. Those beside her hurriedly supported her.
Holding her head with one hand, the Imperial Consort burst into tears and cried at Chu Han, "You... you killed His Majesty!"
A eunuch beside her looked utterly savage, as though he wanted to skin Chu