The Emperor's Demise

"Is this... the changing of dragon aura? The true dragon dies tonight?!"

Aaron stroked his chin. "His Majesty received my Pear-and-Fire Jujube and is in sound health. It can't have been a sudden illness... Then, was he murdered?"

"Does the civil official faction truly have such nerve?"

After thinking it over, he cast a divination in his heart. Sure enough: "great misfortune"!

"Something really has happened!"

Now all doubt was gone, and he began considering his response.

"Though His Majesty is dead, there are still princes. Unfortunately, the eldest is only seven or eight... Even if they bring out the Grand Empress Dowager to rule as regent, the court will still fall into the hands of the ministers entrusted with the late emperor's affairs!"

"And then... they'll begin settling the grudges of the previous generation, and I'll be the one in trouble..."

Even though he had mastered the Sword-Riding Art and could send a flying sword a hundred paces, and even if he held the advantage of terrain, he would not fear a thousand men—there was still some danger.

For instance, if he were lured into the palace, then the hall doors shut and armored soldiers poured out alongside bows and crossbows, he would be dead for certain!

Or if he fled but failed to make it out through the city gates in time, only for the capital gates to be sealed and the entire city searched—then no matter how many he killed, he would still be finished in the end!

And the imperial court would not care about the deaths of a mere thousand men!

No matter how he calculated it, Aaron was the one at a loss!

"At a moment of such dire crisis, I must make a decisive move! At the very least, I can't let my