Chapter 799 - 230: Red Silk Dares Not Advance, Jade Palace Ablaze, Retreat Unscathed

Chapter 799: Chapter 230: Red Silk Dares Not Advance, Jade Palace Ablaze, Retreat Unscathed

The black night, the bright moon shining over the Imperial Palace.

The Emperor, dressed in a Dragon Robe, rushed through the winding and long corridor, then stormed into the Dragon Roar Hall.

He locked the door frantically, then, as if struggling like a drowning person, gripped a small, round mechanism.

Twist...

Twist...

Twist again...

After a few twists, the Dark Pavilion opened.

The young Emperor dashed inside, and upon seeing the old swallow kite on the table, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It felt as if he had found his backbone.

The anxious, panicked expression faded away, and clarity returned to his eyes.

This kite was his emotional anchor, and with this support, Ji Hu could live peacefully up to this day.

No matter how many slanders about Mother and Marquis Carefree circulated outside, no matter how many citizens and officials mocked him in secret, he remained unshaken, even secretly pleased, because he understood... Father does exist, and in his heart, Mother is a graceful, dignified, and wise woman.

Since such a woman has him call a "fake father," it’s likely for only one reason: fake father is the Emperor, and the Emperor has retreated behind the scenes for some reason.

As for the method, being the Emperor, Ji Hu naturally knew about the "Yin Makeup" used by the Lotus Sect in the past.

Thus, everything was clear.

Father has great expectations for him, and he must not let Father down.

For Ji Hu, the years have mostly been in cold tones, ruthless, indifferent, full of death and blood.

And the warmest memory in his life was still that man carrying him, running around on the streets of Mingyue Prefecture.

The best food in his life was also bought for him by that man from the street.

The man picked some and placed them at his mouth, looking at him with the warmest smile in the world, saying, "Hu’Er, try this."

He stuck out his tongue to lick, then sucked at the man’s fingertip, waving his hands excitedly, saying in a childish voice, "It’s delicious, Dad, I want more."

The most unforgettable time in his life was, in fact, still that man.

The man raised the swallow kite very high, then carried him on his shoulders, placed the kite string at his fingertip, and told him: "Without the string, the kite won’t fly higher, but will fall straight down; without the law, the people won’t live happily, but will face broken homes and ruined families; self-discipline, though restraining, will make one stronger."

Memories flashed through the Emperor’s mind.

He gently ran his fingers over the old kite in front of him, then slowly clenched his hand, murmuring with a relaxed smile: "Strive for improvement!

Since Mother wants to swallow Yan Zhao, she must have Father’s permission... Since this is the case, I will listen to them.

They have their reasons.

Father, cannot be wrong."

"Phew..."

He breathed a long sigh, his ugly face relaxed.

But in the next moment, he seemed to sense something amiss.

He abruptly grabbed the kite, looking it over from left to right.

But the four words "strive for improvement" had vanished.

The Emperor frantically searched again and again, but he could not find those four words.

His expression turned cold, suddenly clutching his sword, stepping out of the Dark Pavilion, and clapping his hands lightly.

In the distance, the darkness seemed to boil, and soon, the figure of the Red-clothed Little Ghost, Yu Chang, appeared before him. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

"Your Majesty, have you decided?" Yu Chang licked his lips, a scene of barely concealed eagerness to kill.

The Emperor simply said calmly, "Stay by my side, keep me safe," then went outside, summoned all the palace maids in the Dragon Roar Hall, and pressed with the sword, asking coldly: "Who entered my bedroom today?"

The palace maids were as silent as cicadas in winter.

The Emperor raised his sword.

Just as he was about to make an example, finally, two palace maids crawled out on their knees.

"Your Majesty, we... we went in to clean."

The Emperor recognized these two palace maids; they were the two elderly palace servants he trusted more. They had always served him faithfully and were usually quite proper.

But now, he showed no mercy and immediately called that trusted Guard to start questioning.

Screams constantly came from the interrogation.

The Emperor sat expressionlessly behind the screen’s darkness, waiting for the report.

A long time passed... the stars were like water, and the bright moon had set in the west.

Under interrogation, those two palace maids still didn’t admit to entering the Dark Pavilion.

Not to mention admitting, they didn’t even know about the Dark Pavilion.

However, they disclosed every little thing they did in the Imperial Palace daily, including trivial matters like embezzling some small change and bullying other palace maids outside due to their status.

The Emperor listened with little interest.

Just as he was about to get up to search for more suspects, he suddenly sat back down.

Because those two dazed palace maids began recalling events from many years ago, speaking of everything.

And among them was one event: ten years ago, one day after the Emperor returned from Jade Heart Pool, he seemed to have gone insane, burning with a high fever, seriously ill, muttering about "kite, swallow kite"...

Then these two palace maids, after much calculation, hurried to the street and bought a swallow kite to place by the Emperor’s bedside.

Afterwards, the Emperor regained his senses upon seeing the kite.

The Emperor suddenly drew his sword, intending to kick over the screen and kill those two palace maids.

But he forcibly stopped himself, then called the Guard to begin investigating the "Imperial Physician," the "Historian recording the Emperor’s daily life," the "street vendor selling kites," and all kinds of people.

The whole Imperial Palace started to boil, shadows moving everywhere with rapidly walking people.