Accidentally dressed as an empress

Chapter 238 1 step away

The long and thrilling court meeting finally ended, but the solemn and murderous atmosphere in the hall had not dissipated.

The gloomy sky hung heavily over the towering imperial palace. The bloody odor in the Yunji Palace had not yet dissipated, lingering in every inch of the air.

The ministers seemed to have woken up from a nightmare. Their legs were weak and their feet felt like they were walking on clouds. They moved their steps tremblingly, eager to escape from this dangerous place.

An old minister walked tremblingly, muttering to himself: "The court is changing rapidly. I have witnessed it today. How will I live in the future..."

The young official next to him also had a look of fear on his face and continued, "Yes, serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. For us officials, life and death hang in the balance."

The hems of some people's official uniforms were soaked with sweat and stuck to their legs in a mess; the tablets in others' hands kept shaking, making a slight "tapping" sound, just like their panicked heartbeats at the moment.

After everyone had dispersed, Lin Hong looked at Yun Se and said, "Your Majesty...it's time to go to the palace to recuperate."

Yun Se nodded calmly. "I've toiled for over twenty years, and it's time for me to rest. Lang'er, come with me to the imperial study. I'll draft an edict to announce it to the world, passing the throne to you."

Yun Lang looked at Yun Se. He didn't expect the transfer of power to be so smooth, so he followed her.

Lin Hong was the only one left in the empty hall.

He was tall and straight, standing proudly like a pine tree, and his silver-white armor was stained with the blood of his opponents.

Lin Hong slowly raised his head and stared for a long time at the dragon throne that was high above and symbolized the supreme imperial power. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including fatigue after going through hardships and the joy of having his ambitions fulfilled.

After a moment, he took big strides, his heavy boots stepping on the cold floor tiles, making a "dong dong" sound, and walked towards the dragon throne step by step.

Finally, Lin Hong sat steadily on the dragon throne, with his hands lightly placed on the armrests, feeling the cold and hard touch.

At this moment, the entire hall seemed to have fallen into a strange silence. Only Lin Hong's slightly rising and falling chest revealed the turmoil in his heart.

He closed his eyes slightly, recalling the swordplay, bloodshed and gore along the way, and finally, he reached this supreme position.

However, the chair did not belong to him.

At this time, the palace servants came in one after another. They moved quickly but silently. Several people worked together to move a new chair. The material was high-quality and the carvings were exquisite, but it was obviously very different from the dragon throne.

The palace servants carefully placed the chair behind the dragon throne, then bowed and retreated.

Lin Hong looked at the chair and suddenly felt unwilling. It was only one step away, but it felt like an insurmountable barrier.

Inside the Yunji Palace, light and shadows danced on the walls. Lin Hong sat on the dragon throne, holding the handle in deep thought.

A group of palace servants were rushing around, scrubbing the blood-stained floor tiles and cleaning up the mess. Everyone kept their head down, not daring to make any sound, for fear of getting into trouble by accident.

At this moment, Lin Hong's hawk-like eyes suddenly locked onto a frail maid who was holding a tray and preparing to quietly retreat.

"Stop!" Lin Hong suddenly shouted. The maid was struck by lightning. Her delicate body trembled violently and the tray in her hand almost slipped. Her face instantly lost all color and turned as pale as paper.

Before she could react, Lin Hong approached like a ghost, and a large hand like a clamp tightly grasped her slender wrist and pulled her to his side.

Lin Hong completely ignored everyone's gazes, and began to wander wantonly on the maid's body with his free hand, roughly stroking her cheeks, neck, and all the way down...

"Why don't you retreat!" Lin Hong shouted, and the other maids crawled away.

The maid opened her eyes wide in horror, tears welling up in them. She wanted to struggle and call for help, but she was suppressed and unable to move by the pressure emanating from Lin Hong and the hands that were tightly shackled around her.

Lin Hong seemed to be immersed in some twisted pleasure. He narrowed his eyes and looked closely at the woman in his arms, feeling an inexplicable heat in his heart.

This young maid was somewhat similar to Cui Ti. The outline of her eyebrows and the slightly trembling lips when she was frightened made his heart suddenly warm.

"It's a pity that I have no opponent." Lin Hong muttered in a low and hoarse voice, as if he was talking to the woman in his arms, or as if he was just talking to himself.

Others naturally didn't know who the opponent he was talking about was, but Lin Hong knew in his heart that the man who had competed with him countless times and was evenly matched in terms of intelligence and strategy had disappeared. In the days to come, it might be difficult to find such a satisfying experience of meeting a worthy opponent. All that was left was this empty loneliness and the ever-expanding desire to fill the emptiness in his heart.

Just as Lin Hong was about to do something, one of his generals suddenly walked into the hall.

Lin Hong pinched the maid's chin and said, "Tonight, you will be on duty in Jingxin Palace." After saying that, Lin Hong let go of the trembling maid, and the maid quickly fled from Yunji Palace.

The subordinate clasped his fists and asked, "General, how should His Majesty deal with that?"

Lin Hong got down from his chair and asked, "Where is the Queen now?"

"In Juanshu Palace." The subordinate replied.

"Let's go to Juanshu Palace." Lin Hong strode out of the hall.