Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 232: Chapter 135 Secrets of the Imperial Harem_2 Chapter 232: Chapter 135 Secrets of the Imperial Harem_2 Distraction was but a momentary lapse, and in an instant, Emperor Zhoulin rose from his seat in a rage, unable to contain his fury, “Unfilial descendant! Unfilial descendant! He dares to threaten me like this! He dares, for the sake of a lowly woman, to threaten me so brazenly! He’s rebelling! This is an act of rebellion! Guards, kill her, kill them all!”

In his haste and anger, Emperor Zhoulin even forgot to refer to himself formally, his chest heaving wildly, frightening the attending Attendants into utter silence, none daring to move a muscle.

Kill her? They could understand if it meant killing Gu Changsheng, but kill them all—who was he referring to?

Godfather! If it meant killing Prince Mu, they wouldn’t dare make a move even if it cost them their lives!

“What are you waiting for? I have no such unfilial descendant, take him to the Judging Dragon Platform!” Overcome with fury and intertwined with sorrow, Emperor Zhoulin had dedicated his life to nurturing his beloved Imperial Grandson, only for this to happen! He dared to go this far!

The anger of wasted efforts, the desolation of being abandoned and betrayed, relentlessly hammered at the heart of the Emperor, who was typically known for his cold indifference.

“Emperor Zhoulin, you dare not!”

A voice even louder than Emperor Zhoulin’s barked out, leaving everyone shocked and in disarray!

Godfather, such chaos tonight!

Beneath the heavens, there was someone who dared to call out Emperor Zhoulin by his name! Someone dared to call Emperor Zhoulin an old coot! Someone dared to publicly rebuke the Emperor!

It was akin to a centenarian drinking poison, courting death!

Thirteenth Lady Du tore off the black cloth covering her face, revealing a complexion marked by age, her expression every bit as intensely furious as Emperor Zhoulin’s, pointing directly at him as she spoke.

“Old man Zhoulin, you dare touch Buddy Mu, even a hair on his head, and I, the Fairy Lady, will tear down your Qiankun Hall! You dare harm him the slightest bit, and I, the Fairy Lady, will exterminate your entire Zhou Imperial Clan!”

Her powerful and resonant voice echoed with iron-clad resolution, and upon seeing the person before him, Emperor Zhoulin staggered back, barely catching himself on the Dragon Throne, “Sister!”

A flash of panic and guilt passed over the face of the Emperor, who was usually indifferent to matters of the heart.

His expression left the Attendants, who had served him for decades, completely astounded.

Who was this elderly woman? To defy the Emperor publicly and leave him visibly shaken!

“That’s right, it’s me, the Fairy Lady! Zhoulin, you worthless fool, to think you still remember me! The two lives you owe the Du Family, you will now repay!”

Thirteenth Lady Du lunged forward, only to be restrained by Elder Mo, who had torn off his facial covering, “Thirteenth Lady, don’t be rash!”

“How can I not be rash? It was he who lured away my sister, only to have her die young in the dirty struggles of the Imperial Harem! It was he who orchestrated the death of my nephew, leaving Mumu struggling with guilt to this very day, unable to face the past! Mo Zhentian, how can I not be rash?” As Thirteenth Lady Du spoke, tears streamed down her face unbidden, “My sister, such a kind and beautiful soul, yet she died so young amidst the filth and strife of the harem!”

Thirteenth Lady Du, turning to Emperor Zhoulin, continued, “Zhoulin, you promised me you’d protect her with your life, now return Du Mo’s life to me!”

Amidst Thirteenth Lady Du’s fierce denunciation, Emperor Zhoulin seemed to age suddenly, tears slowly rolling down from his clouded, aged eyes as he muttered in a daze, “Momo…”

Blossoms bloomed on the moor, but the beauty did not return; he had loved only one in his life and lost her…

For over thirty years, no one within the Imperial Court or the Imperial Harem had dared to mention the late Imperial Noble Consort Duan Xian’s name, and suddenly, those memories came flooding back, overwhelming Emperor Zhoulin with unceasing tears.

The scene was eerily silent for a moment, and even Thirteenth Lady Du muted her fierce outburst of rage.

“Zhoulin, what use is it to show such devoted love now? You’ve already caused the death of my sister, and if you dare harm a single hair on Mumu’s head, I, Thirteen Lady Du, will mobilize every resource at my disposal to ensure that your Zhou Family joins him in death!”

Overshadowed by immense guilt, Emperor Zhoulin could only shake his head in response; it was he who had failed Du Mo.

As an Emperor, he hadn’t been able to protect her.

For the sake of imperial succession, to forge Zhou Mu, he hadn’t hesitated to sacrifice their only son. In this life, he had made too many errors, leading to a state of complete abandonment!

The so-called Emperor’s Mind Technique, he had no choice but to err; no choice but to face abandonment by all!

“Sister, the matter with Momo was my failing of your trust. Mumu is her only remaining bloodline, and after my passing, I intend to entrust this vast empire to him. Just now, in a fit of rage, I spoke nonsense. How could I harm him? For his sake, as an Emperor, I have already given everything,” Emperor Zhoulin shook his head, knowing in his heart that the one person who would never harm Zhou Mu was he, Emperor Zhoulin himself.

For the sake of cultivating his Imperial Grandson Zhou Mu, he would even abandon his disappointing son, which meant that Gu Changsheng had to die!

All those who stood in the way of Mumu ascending the ultimate seat of power deserved death!

The glimpse of ruthlessness in Zhoulin’s eyes did not escape Thirteenth Lady Du’s gaze as she slowly shook her head, “The heartless reign at the heart of the Imperial Family, Zhoulin, had I not abandoned everything, Momo’s offspring would have long since perished in the Imperial Harem. Had I not protected him diligently, how would Mumu have grown to his current state? Your sweet promises are his deadly poison; you, who have devoted your life to the art of the Emperor’s manipulations, easily playing with hearts and minds. You’ve calculated Mumu’s temperament well, orchestrating his own father’s death at his hand. Do you think your so-called empire is what he desires?”

“You’re angry that he doesn’t fight for it, that he’s consumed by the pain of having killed his own father; you’ve banished him to the Liuzhou Region for a decade. Zhoulin, people are not heartless like the grass and trees; Mumu is nothing like you, cold and heartless. He’s not suited for the throne, nor does he yearn for it. Zhoulin, Gu Changsheng is the woman he fancies; you can’t lay a finger on her!” Thirteenth Lady Du declared, then turned away, disregarding everyone else as she made her exit.

Leaving Emperor Zhoulin sitting on the Dragon Throne, his expression inscrutable.

That night, a pigeon took flight from the depths of the harem, soaring towards the remote recesses of Baili Mountain…