All Dead

"What was this supposed to be?"

Zhao Han analyzed the situation. "In theory, the end of Yun Ling'er's Dreamscape is being with the emperor. She needs to win back his heart, so all the other consorts are obstacles."

"As for the Outworlder, he wants to interfere with Yun Ling'er and make her break down in the dream, preparing to take over her body. Naturally, everything Yun Ling'er does must be opposed."

"The Nightmare, meanwhile, needs to keep Yun Ling'er's Dreamscape stable. Whether she's possessed or the Dreamscape collapses, neither outcome is good for it."

"Now Wind is doing this in broad daylight. He must be putting on a show for the emperor, but the real entertainment won't start until tonight."

"So the Outworlder will definitely interfere in the meantime, making sure Yun Ling'er's plan can't go through."

"Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning are all her people. It couldn't be easier to sabotage things in secret."

Once Zhao Han had figured it out, he immediately slipped into the palace.

"Who's there?"

Wind immediately noticed someone entering. Zhao Han hadn't bothered to hide himself—he had barged right in, bold as brass.

Dealing with Wind was as easy as crushing an ant.

"It's you!"

Wind was greatly shocked when he saw Zhao Han.

Hadn't the consort told him not to come out during the day? Why had he come alone?

Could something have changed?

But before Wind could even draw his weapon, his head had already spun a hundred and eighty degrees.

At least he'd died at the peak of his strength.

After killing Wind, Zhao Han hypnotized Consort Shu, then hid Wind's corpse.

"The Outworlder will definitely think the National Teacher did it, too."

"If I do this, Yun Ling'er's Dreamscape can continue. All I need to do is secretly help Yun