Zhu Yunwen knew that regardless of what Jiang Dali was really plotting, since he had sensed that a crisis might arise tomorrow, now that Jiang Dali had left the palace was his best chance to seek help.
If he missed this opportunity, then once the other party returned, he would have no chances left at all and could only sit helplessly and await death.
Yet the moment the thought arose, even greater unease and hesitation welled up within him—had Jiang Dali already noticed something wrong with him? Was that why, after leaving the palace, Jiang Dali had neither taken a sedan chair nor a carriage, but ridden away on a giant eagle? Had he circled back after leaving Zhu Yunwen's sight and was now watching him from somewhere in the shadows?
If that was the case, then Jiang Dali's move of transferring Imperial Guards Commander Qi Shi'an and inner palace guard Wei Zizheng to the imperial mausoleum had merely exploited their sensitive positions as the palace's internal defensive force to draw his attention. It made him believe Jiang Dali would definitely go to the imperial mausoleum, when in truth, the mausoleum was only an excuse for a test.
If that was truly the case, then Jiang Dali did not suspect Zhu Wushi's death at all. Everything had merely been a test meant to stir his nerves.
Had Jiang Dali received intelligence from somewhere and learned that he possessed Heavenly Wrath?
Thoughts whirled through his mind. Zhu Yunwen stiffly sat back down in the imperial chair, shut his eyes, and struggled fiercely within himself. He formed one idea after another, only to swiftly overturn each of them, nearly reaching the brink of madness.
The two eunuchs serving nearby as Jiang Dali's eyes exchanged furtive glances. Both had noticed that Zhu Yunwen