Xuyu went over her doubts in her mind again.
Li Yan was no longer the brother Yan she had known when she was a child. Judging from his words before his death and his determination to cut off his neck with a sword, it was not difficult to know that if his last ditch effort relying on the Wang family failed, the revenge he wanted would not be as simple as assassinating the emperor as most people thought.
"Your father wanted to prove his legitimacy and his achievements by restoring the glory of the former Ming Emperor."
"My ghost will see that scene. All his plans will become a joke, the biggest joke in the world."
On the day of the captive offering ceremony, not only the emperor and the civil and military officials, but also the envoys of the vassal kings and the famous people of the world will gather in the Chongtian Hall, which was built to show the emperor's achievements. On that day, the iconic scroll of Tianren Jingluo was unveiled again, just like the scene that happened decades ago in the old sage dynasty.
What a glorious moment that will be.
For an emperor who ascended the throne by an unusual means, this occasion would become a proof and symbol of his accomplishments. After his death, history books would also record this event in great detail.
Although she had no way of knowing what kind of action Li Yan was planning, what could be a more deadly revenge on the enemy than to bring destruction at this glorious moment? Under such a revenge, even if the emperor escaped by chance and did not die, he would probably spend the rest of his life in endless shame.
Hanging curtains to protect the paintings and isolate them from disturbances, or even just the painter's hobby. These reasons can explain Zhou He's behavior, so she only felt surprised that day and didn't think much about it.
But his behavior was indeed abrupt and unusual.
From another perspective, if someone wanted to make some changes behind this curtain that tightly covers the hall, would it be a perfect opportunity
Since the painting was completed, the Chongtian Hall has been vacant. Only some palace maids who clean the hall stay there on a daily basis. Except at fixed times in the morning and evening, they are not allowed to enter the hall at will.
So far, only Zhou He can enter and exit the Chongtian Hall at any time without restrictions on the grounds of inspecting and protecting the murals.
At this moment, when she recalled the scene when he was sitting in a daze with a heavy heart, and then asked for recommendation, she always felt something was wrong. But at that time, she understood Zhou He's abnormal behavior as the great frustration and disappointment brought to him by the postponement of the Wanshou celebration.
If he really has ulterior motives...
The drizzle makes me shudder.
"Do you still remember? Not long ago, he was painting in the Zhenguo Tower. Because the ladder was not stable, he fell and injured his arm. Thinking about it now, it seems a bit of a coincidence."
"I hope I am just being overthinking."
She explained, mumbling.
The setting sun was like a paintbrush dipped in gold mud, painting the towering Chongtian Palace with a layer of dark golden light. A few crows flew around the towering ridge of the palace as usual, and suddenly, hundreds of feathered guards appeared and climbed onto the high platform, breaking the silence of the evening with their footsteps.
Pei Xiaoyuan walked up the palace steps, came to the outside of the hall, pushed open the two heavy doors in front of him, and walked into the tall, deep and spacious hall.
After he entered, he ordered people to push open all the doors and windows of the palace and draw up the curtains. The evening light shone into the palace from all directions, instantly illuminating the murals on the palace walls. In the hazy golden light that filled the palace, the mountains were towering, the city walls were lying, the city was majestic, the wind was blowing, and the gods were wearing fluttering clothes, lifelike.