I am invincible, that's why I lie down. You're using your entire clan to rebel?

Chapter 444 The Moon Goddess is shocked! This纨绔 is actually the Emperor of Qin?

The carriage continued its journey, passing through one palace wall after another.

Each time you pass through a gate, there are more and more imposing guards on both sides, and the buildings become more majestic and magnificent.

The vermilion palace walls soared into the clouds, and the glazed tiles shimmered with a golden light in the twilight. The mythical beasts on the upturned eaves were so lifelike that they seemed ready to come to life at any moment, soaring through the clouds and reaching the heavens.

The imperial road was paved with white marble, so shiny it was like a mirror, and the carriages passing over it made almost no sound.

The soldiers on both sides, dressed in silver armor, holding spears and with swords at their waists, stood ramrod straight, like lifeless statues.

Yun Suxin was shocked.

Because this is clearly no longer the inner city; this is near the imperial city!

Her heart began to pound.

The carriage stopped in front of an extremely magnificent palace.

The palace is majestic, with vermilion pillars and golden roofs, gleaming with a solemn and luxurious light in the twilight.

In front of the hall is a wide white marble square, with twelve stone pillars with coiled dragons standing on both sides of the square. Each pillar is three zhang tall and is carved with lifelike five-clawed golden dragons that seem to burst out of the pillars in the twilight.

Above the palace gate, three large characters are written in bold, vigorous strokes.

Tianqi Hall.

That was the main hall where the Qin emperor handled state affairs.

Yun Suxin's pupils contracted sharply, as if she had been pricked by a needle!

Although she had never been to the capital or entered the palace, she had read countless records and portraits of the palace.

Such a magnificent sight, such majestic palaces, such a solemn and dignified layout—what else could it be but an imperial palace?

Her gaze moved from the palace gate to the square, from the square to the stone pillars, and from the stone pillars to the silver-armored imperial guards standing in neat rows. The last trace of uncertainty in her heart completely dissipated.

This is the imperial palace, the heart of the Qin Dynasty, and the residence of that tyrannical emperor.

She turned her head sharply, instinctively looking at Qin Mu, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Why bring her here?

Does he really intend to hand himself over to the Emperor of Qin?

No way?

These past few days he's clearly been acting like he really likes her, constantly tormenting her in all sorts of ways, making her feel like she's living a life worse than death.

Although those experiences made her want to tear him to pieces, if he didn't like her, why would he bother with so much effort?

She was just a powerless prisoner; he could kill or torture her with a single word. Was there any need for all this trouble?

But what if his affection for her is only superficial, and he is actually still wary of her regaining her strength?

So once they arrived in the capital, they couldn't wait to hand her over to the Emperor of Qin so that he could deal with her, lest things get complicated.

A wave of immense regret washed over Yun Suxin.

She shouldn't have threatened that spoiled brat, and she shouldn't have said things like, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you after I regain my strength?"

Perhaps if he hadn't said that, he wouldn't have felt she was a ticking time bomb, and he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to send her away.

Yun Suxin bit her lip, pondering how to ask the question.

The palace gates slowly opened.

That gate, which only the emperor could pass through, was now wide open.

The carriage did not stop and drove directly into the palace gate.

The wheels rolled over the white marble imperial road, making a crisp sound that echoed across the empty square.

Yun Suxin's heart skipped a beat.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer, turned her head to look at Qin Mu, and her voice was hoarse.

"Young master...where...where are we going?"

Qin Mu leaned back on the brocade cushion, propping his chin with one hand, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He glanced at her and said calmly:

"Of course, I'm going home."

Yun Suxin was taken aback, and her brows furrowed.

"Isn't this...the royal palace?"

Qin Mu smiled again, this time a deeper smile.

"You're very clever; this is indeed the royal palace."

His voice was still very soft, but beneath that softness lay something that sent chills down Yun Suxin's spine.

Yun Suxin's mind went completely blank for a moment.

The palace? He said he'd go home? His home is in the palace? How is that possible?

Isn't the imperial palace the home of the Qin emperor? How could it be his home? Is his father the emperor?

But he said he was an illegitimate child and his father was a high-ranking official in the imperial court.

Which high-ranking official in the imperial court could live in the palace?

Countless thoughts were colliding wildly in Yun Suxin's mind.

Just as her mind was in a state of confusion, Qin Mu's expression began to change.

His face was like a reflection in water, with a pebble thrown in, creating faint ripples.

His brow bone gradually rose, his nose became straighter, and his jawline was as sharp as if carved by a knife. Every subtle change transformed him into a more handsome, more profound, and more intimidating figure.

Yun Suxin's pupils suddenly contracted, contracted to their limit, and then suddenly dilated to their maximum size!

This face...

She felt that the face looked very familiar, extremely familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, and many times before.

Countless images flashed through Yun Suxin's mind.

The portraits she had seen, those portraits of the Qin emperor that had been sent from the capital.

The person in the portrait, and the face in front of me...

It's exactly the same!

Yun Suxin's mind exploded with a "boom"!

Looking at her pale, shocked face, Qin Mu's smile deepened.

He reached out and gently patted her cheek, like he was patting a frightened kitten.

"Let's go home."

He stood up, bent down, and stepped out of the carriage.

Zhao Qingxue followed behind him, her Frost Moon Sword hanging at her waist, her steps steady and her expression unchanged.

When she reached the carriage door, she stopped, turned around, and looked at Yun Suxin, who was still curled up in the corner of the carriage like a stone statue that had been acupunctured. A faint smile appeared on her lips, and her voice was gentle.

"Miss Yun, please get out of the car. We're home."

Yun Suxin's lips trembled violently, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils dilated, and all the color drained from her face, leaving it as white as paper.

Yun Suxin didn't even know how she got off the carriage.

Her legs were weak and her knees were bent. She staggered down from the carriage, almost with Zhao Qingxue's help.

Her feet stepped onto the white marble imperial road. She looked up and saw that the vast white marble square was filled with imperial guards in silver armor on both sides.

They held long spears and wore swords at their waists, standing ramrod straight like rows of lifeless statues.

Behind the Imperial Guards were hundreds of palace maids dressed in blue palace attire, heads bowed, hands folded in front of them, their posture respectful, their breathing suppressed to a minimum.

Their hair was styled in neat buns, and the cloud patterns on their clothes shimmered in the twilight.

Qin Mu walked at the front, his moon-white robe fluttering gently in the evening breeze, his hands behind his back, his steps unhurried.

With each step he took, the imperial guards on both sides would kneel down in unison, their armor clashing and producing a rhythmic, dull metallic scraping sound that echoed across the empty square.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The sound was like a mountain roaring and a sea surging, like the wind in the pines of ten thousand valleys, wave after wave, one wave after another.

The message traveled from one end of the square to the other, from the palace gates to the hall gates, and from the hall gates to the deeper palaces, continuing endlessly.

The palace maids knelt down, their foreheads touching the cool white marble, their long hair slipping from their shoulders and spreading out on the ground like blooming white flowers.

Qin Mu didn't look at them, nor did he even pause in his steps.

His silhouette was exceptionally clear in the twilight, his moon-white robe fluttering gently in the evening breeze.

Yun Suxin stood beside the carriage, watching the pale white figure pass through the kneeling figures.

She watched as the imperial guards and palace maids, whom she considered like ants, prostrated themselves at his feet, worshipping him as if he were a god.

Her mind went blank.

Those long, jade-like legs finally gave way, her knees buckled, and with a thud, she knelt heavily on the white marble imperial road.

She looked up at the pale white figure walking at the front.

That spoiled brat she hated to the core, yet had no choice but to obey.

She thought Zheng Qingyun was just a bully who used his family background to oppress the people.

That good-for-nothing she thought she could slap to death as long as she regained her strength.

He was the Emperor of the Qin Dynasty.

That emperor who ruled the world and reigned supreme over the nine provinces.

The man she cursed as a "tyrant" countless times.

He was the Emperor of Qin.

Qin Mu.

How could this happen...?

This scene is incredibly impactful.

Yun Suxin's eyes instantly reddened, and tears silently welled up in her eyes, streaming down her pale cheeks and dripping onto the white marble imperial road, leaving a small dark stain.

She didn't know why she was crying.

Should they weep for their own foolishness, or for their own fate?

All she knew was that she was finished.

She's completely finished.

Qin Mu walked a long way, then suddenly stopped without looking back.

His voice drifted from the front, as if through a thin veil, indistinct.

"She's in your care. Take her to Qingfeng Palace and settle her in. Treat her well."

Zhao Qingxue bowed slightly, her voice soft. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Qin Mu strode forward and disappeared into the shadows of the palace gate.

The imperial guards and palace maids stood up, returned to their original positions, and retreated like a receding tide.

Zhao Qingxue walked up to Yun Suxin, looked down at her, her gaze calm, and a faint smile on her lips.

"Let's go, Miss Yun."

She reached out her hand.

Yun Suxin raised her head and looked at the hand, which was fair and slender with distinct knuckles, and gleamed with a warm glow in the twilight.

She could no longer hold back her emotions.

Tears fell like beads from a broken string.

Yun Suxin let her tears fall, but a desolate smile appeared on her lips:

"Okay, okay, it's over, it's all over..."