The Emperor's Bedchamber.
Emperor Xue Ye sat on the bed, his expression unusually conflicted and complicated.
Tang San tried to persuade him, "Your Majesty, there's really no need to hesitate any longer. We can simply arrange for people to capture Qian Renxue outside."
"Letting her come in to see you is simply too dangerous."
Xue Xing and Xue Beng also urged him, "Your Majesty, Tang San is right. We cannot let her enter, or she will pose a great threat to you."
"Father, at worst, we simply won't kill her before confirming her identity. But if we let her into the bedchamber and she takes you hostage, wouldn't all our efforts be for nothing?"
"Father, if you wish to confront her, you can do so outside as well. Once we have surrounded her and confirmed that she has no ability to resist, you can come out and confront her."
Emperor Xue Ye glanced at everyone and, after giving it some thought, said, "Then we shall do that. Stop her outside the bedchamber."
"Xue Xing, I leave this matter to you. Before confirming her identity, do not kill her."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Xue Xing nodded and hurried out with Tang San and the others to make arrangements.
Under the night sky.
The palace was brilliantly lit, yet beneath the shadows beyond the reach of the firelight, hidden currents surged.
Qian Renxue walked along the path toward the Emperor's bedchamber. She turned to glance behind her, a meaningful smile appearing on her face.
Sure enough.
Su Chen had already arrived with a group of people.
On the roof of a palace hall.
Su Chen stood there with the others and could not help sighing, "What lovely moonlight tonight."
Hearing this, everyone looked overhead. The sky was pitch-black, and they asked in confusion,