The grand hall of the imperial palace was bathed in golden candlelight, but the flickering flames did little to dispel the ominous air that hung over the court. Rows of ministers stood in solemn ranks, their embroidered robes rustling as murmurs passed between them like a restless wind. The nobility watched from the elevated galleries, their expressions veiled behind masks of composure.
Liang Hua stood near the edge of the chamber, her gaze sweeping over the assembled dignitaries. She had been to many court gatherings before, but tonight carried an unfamiliar weight. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that pressed against her skin like an unseen hand.
At the far end of the chamber, seated upon the throne in a posture of regal authority, was the Emperor. His fingers tapped idly against the armrest, his face unreadable. Beside him, the Crown Prince sat upright, his expression carefully schooled, but Liang Hua noticed the faintest twitch in his jaw—an unconscious sign of unease.
Then, without warning, the heavy doors swung open.
A hush fell over the court as a figure in imperial black strode into the hall, his boots striking the polished floor with hurried steps. The messenger fell to his knees before the throne, bowing so low that his forehead nearly touched the ground.
"Your Majesty," he began, his voice taut with urgency, "an assassin has infiltrated the outer palace. The guards engaged him near the southern gate, but he managed to escape into the night."
A murmur swept through the hall like a wave breaking upon the shore. The Empress gasped softly, while some ministers exchanged wary glances. Zhao Min, standing among the court officials, narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
The Emperor's voice was calm, yet the weight of authority in it was unmistakable. "An assassin? And you say he escaped?"
The messenger hesitated before nodding. "Yes, Your Majesty. However… he left behind a message."
At those words, a eunuch stepped forward, holding a slip of parchment. He unrolled it carefully before reading aloud:
"The sins of the past will be paid in blood. The Jade Dynasty will fall."
Silence fell like a hammer.
The Emperor's face remained impassive, but a storm brewed behind his eyes. Ministers exchanged worried whispers, their minds racing to decipher the meaning behind the threat. Who would dare such bold words? And why now?
Liang Hua felt her pulse quicken. This was no ordinary act of defiance. The timing, the location, the message itself—it was a deliberate challenge. A calculated strike meant to send a warning.
Her gaze flickered to Zhao Min. He stood utterly still, his face betraying nothing, but she caught something—just for an instant. The faint tightening of his fists. A flicker of recognition in his dark eyes.
He knows something.
Before she could dwell on it further, a general from the palace guard stepped forward, his armor glinting under the chandelier's glow. "Your Majesty, we have secured the southern perimeter, but there is no trace of the assassin. However…" He hesitated.
"Speak," the Emperor commanded.
The general exhaled. "Our scouts found signs of an escape route through the underground waterways beneath the palace. It was well-planned. Almost as if… the assassin knew the palace layout intimately."
The tension in the hall thickened. If that were true, then this was no mere mercenary or rogue killer. This was someone with knowledge of the palace—a former soldier, a spy, or worse… someone within the court itself.
Liang Hua's mind raced. If the assassin had inside help, then no one in this chamber was safe.
The Emperor's voice rang out once more, cutting through the uneasy silence. "Seal the palace. No one leaves until this matter is resolved."
The order sent a ripple of unease through the court. The nobility, so accustomed to their power and freedom, now found themselves trapped within the very walls that once protected them.
As the guards moved to secure the exits, Liang Hua stole one last glance at Zhao Min. He met her gaze, and for a brief moment, she saw something in his expression. Not fear. Not confusion.
Determination.
Whatever secrets were hidden in the shadows of the court, Zhao Min was already prepared to face them.
And Liang Hua had the sinking feeling that she was about to be drawn even deeper into this dangerous game.
Author's Note:
Power and betrayal are a dangerous mix. As Zhao Min navigates the treacherous corridors of the imperial court, and Liang Hua faces growing shadows around her, the lines between friend and foe blur. Who can they truly trust?
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