If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

As Zhao Yu regained consciousness, the warm and familiar world before him began to distort violently.

A spatial rift appeared, and the Human Emperor Sword once again pierced through the dream, flying to Zhao Yu's side.

Zhao Yu reached out and gripped the sword without hesitation, then unleashed a slash!

Click!

The entire dream could not be maintained, shattering completely like a broken mirror!

Amidst the chaos, a voice could be faintly heard.

"By imperial decree, the Zhennan Prince's Mansion is to be sealed off! No one is permitted to resist!"

It's the voice of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!

Zhao Yu's spirits lifted.

"Almost..."

A sharp and unfamiliar voice rang out, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"You were so close to being stuck here forever..."

The distorted pink figure eventually transformed into a blurry black shadow. It had no facial features, only a cloud of black mist, yet one could sense that it was laughing wildly and unrestrainedly.

A surge of overwhelming rage welled up in Zhao Yu's chest.

This is his most precious memory, the softest spot in his heart.

This unknown thing actually tried to kill him using his most precious family ties!

Unforgivable!

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Yu's will transformed into a sharp sword, stabbing fiercely at the dark figure.

The dark figure let out a piercing scream, and along with the entire shattered dream, vanished completely.

……

The Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Zhao Yu suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

My forehead and back were covered in sticky, cold sweat.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

Unexpectedly, he almost suffered a major setback this time.

"His Majesty!"

An anxious voice sounded from the side.

Zhao Yu turned his head and saw Qiu Ping watching over him with a worried expression, beads of sweat on his forehead.

It was obvious that he had just rushed back.

"You're finally awake!" Qiu Ping's voice was clearly filled with lingering fear.

Zhao Yu calmed himself down, and the heaving in his chest gradually subsided.

"How long has it been?" His voice was a little hoarse.

"Your Majesty, it was only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn," Qiu Ping quickly replied. "This humble servant was worried and returned without permission. Please punish me, Your Majesty..."

Zhao Yu raised his hand to interrupt him.

"How's the situation at the Prince of Zhennan's residence?"

Qiu Ping immediately composed himself and bowed to report: "The commander of the Imperial Guards has led his men to seal off the Prince's residence. I have just received news that they have found Princess Sun in a secluded wing room in the backyard of the Prince's residence."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"It is said that when they found her, she was sitting in the center of a... a strange blood-red array, spitting blood, as if she had been seriously injured. The Imperial Guards have already taken her into custody and are escorting her to the palace."

After listening, Zhao Yu nodded and put the Emperor's Sword back into his spatial storage.

He had indeed underestimated his opponent this time. He hadn't expected that witchcraft could recreate scenes from his previous life, which had truly fooled him.

If people in this world were unaware of the splendor of the 20th century, they might really be doomed today.

"Issue my order," Zhao Yu's voice turned cold. "Bring her directly here. Don't harm her. I want her alive."

He wanted to see it for himself and learn more about this extraordinary power.

"Yes!" Qiu Ping accepted the order and quickly turned to relay it.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation returned to silence.

……

At the same time, at the Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

The secluded side room in the backyard was now brightly lit by torches, as if it were daytime.

The door was violently kicked open, sending splinters flying.

A strong smell of blood mixed with the pungent smell of herbs hit the air.

The room was sparsely furnished, except for a large and complex magical pattern drawn on the floor using unknown blood and various plant and animal materials.

The patterns on the array were still faintly glowing, but the light was already very dim.

A crowd surrounded the beautiful woman in the middle.

"puff--"

Unable to suppress the turmoil within her body any longer, Sun Pinru suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splattered onto the ground in front of her.

The wooden puppet next to her, with the character "羽" written on it, had a crack in its heart.

The silver needles that had been inserted into her and the puppet had all fallen off and were now scattered on the ground, their luster gone.

Backlash from the spell.

She failed.

Sun was panting heavily. She raised her head and glared venomously at the Imperial Guards who surrounded her.

These Imperial Guards were all expressionless, their hands resting on the hilts of their Embroidered Spring Blades, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

The leading officer of the Imperial Guard stepped forward, his voice devoid of any warmth.

"Your Highness, please forgive us. Please come with us."

Sun did not resist or speak.

She simply stood up slowly from the ground and tidied her disheveled clothes and hair.

It was as if she wasn't a prisoner about to be escorted away, but rather going to a lavish banquet.

Two imperial guards stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, to grab her arms.

"No need," Madam Sun said coldly. "I can walk by myself."

She held her head high and strode out of the room that had ruined her life.

In the courtyard, the Imperial Guards and the Embroidered Uniform Guards had completely surrounded the backyard, and the torchlight illuminated half the sky.

The servants of the Prince's mansion were driven to a corner, each one silent and trembling with fear.

A black prison van was already parked in the center of the yard.

Sun stopped in front of the prison cart.

She didn't go up immediately, but turned back and looked towards the depths of the Prince's mansion, towards the study of Prince Qian Batian of Zhennan.

A heartfelt confession: "Goodbye, little brother."

He then resolutely turned back and boarded the prison van.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on her face, a smile that contained mockery, madness, and a hint of inexplicable nonchalance.

She murmured softly in a voice only she could hear.

"The plan has only just begun..."