As White Night's intelligence liaison, Nai Qingni had been fortunate enough to read part of the classified archives. The assassination attempt against the previous emperor two years ago ran far deeper than anyone had imagined—it had practically been the entire court's rebellion against the imperial family.
Over the past two years, the imperial family's members had nearly all perished, leaving only seven girls. Without the tacit agreement of the court officials, it would have been almost impossible to wipe them out so completely.
Until Sword Quest for Succession began, the court had seemed rather unwilling. But beneath all those purple and blue robes, beneath the dignified faces, who knew what sort of dark thoughts were torturing them?
Two thousand years was truly too long.
Long enough for the Ming Imperial Family to become the oldest aristocratic clan.
Long enough for history to become a note that the Ming Clan could smear and rewrite at will.
Long enough for such an absurd conspiracy, one that was practically a miracle, to actually succeed.
The human heart was hard to fathom, and Heaven's Will was as sharp as a blade. Since they had even managed to enlist the entire court, the previous emperor's death had not been undeserved.
Whenever Nai Qingni thought of this, she found it impossible to understand.
Were all the powerful figures in the imperial court sinister, cunning, and ambitious schemers, or did they simply want to... give it a try?
To see whether this world truly could only bear the surname Ming? To see whether the Holy Sword Huiyao truly could not belong to them?
And so, matters had developed step by step into their current state. Even White Night did not know what the future would look like, but White Night in Flame Capital had reached the same