"No! It's all fake, Qing Feng, you've been dead for a long time. Why is your yin soul lingering? I know, all of this, it's all fake."
Empress Qing Shuang cried out in alarm, her hands flailing in front of her eyes, trying to dispel the illusions.
As the illusions faded away like a retreating tide, memories flooded in like a surging tide.
A few Dead Butterflies fluttered in the Heming Palace.
The Empress's body swayed, as if about to fall.
That moment, countless gazes fell upon her.
No more reverence, only disdain.
In the eyes of the people and officials, the Empress, who was high above and just, once she tore off her ugly coat, had such an ugly soul.
The disaster from more than ten years ago was laid bare at this moment.
The Prince Feng couple, it turned out, were victims of the murder ordered by the Empress.
The entire court, the Feng Lan couple, and the countless guests who were there for the ceremony, were all silent.
