The Sixth Prince's heart tightened as he looked at Consort Shu with a trace of fear.
Seeing him break out into a cold sweat, Consort Shu sneered, "Look at you. Is this all you're capable of? Throughout history, how many emperors ascended the throne with clean hands? Just answer me—do you want the throne or not?"
Breathing heavily, the Sixth Prince's previously hesitant heart wavered. But as he thought of the supreme power of the throne, his trembling emotions gradually calmed, and his gaze grew increasingly resolute.
Suddenly, in three hurried steps, the Sixth Prince approached the dragon bed, grabbed a pillow in his trembling hands, and moved it toward the Emperor's face.
Just as the pillow was about to cover the Emperor, his eyes suddenly flew open, sharp and icy, piercing the Sixth Prince like daggers.
The Sixth Prince was struck by shock and terror. He reflexively flung the pillow away and stumbled backward, tripping and falling to the ground.
