My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Someone almost yanked off their beard in alarm when they stroked it.

Many people felt the battle aura between the Devil Emperor and Emperor Zhou in the sky above, and their faces turned pale with fright.

Under the tremendous pressure as if a mountain of a hundred thousand miles was pressing down on them, their bodies involuntarily became heavy.

"What's going on?"

"Why would the Devil Emperor appear here? To actually attempt to assassinate Your Majesty?"

"It's no good, the Devil Emperor's offensive is too swift; we simply can't stop him! And His Majesty is the only Sky-Man present at the scene!"

The whole Shenyue Mountain ceremony site was full of shock and panic.

The officials discussed among each other, their voices interweaving into a chaotic noise.

After a brief discussion, a crowd of officials and the Imperial Guard rushed up to the Mountain Top Temple to lend a hand to Emperor Zhou.

No matter how little effect they could have, the situation no longer allowed them to retreat.

At the same time, they also felt somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, it was only the Devil Emperor who had taken action.

If it had been a while ago, when the Devil Clan hidden in the canals hadn't been eradicated by the Bureau of the Lamp, who knows how many devils would have surged out by now.

At the same time, they also believed that not even the Bureau of the Lamp could have anticipated this surprise attack on Emperor Zhou in the Divine Palace by the Devil Emperor.

After all, who would have thought that the Divine Palace, considered sacred to the royal family, could have been tampered with!

Everyone's eyes were tightly fixed on the Divine Palace. The figure of Emperor Zhou had already disappeared in the blood mist in the temple.

Even before they reached the temple, people felt that Emperor Zhou was more likely to be in grave danger at this point.

They simply had no way to deal with the Devil Emperor, let alone help Emperor Zhou.

However, in the midst of the chaotic crowd, standing at the forefront of the queue and closest to the Divine Palace, the royal family members, Empress Dowager Li managed to maintain a calm demeanor.

Her aged face was still regal and dignified, her pale purple dragon robe fluttering in the fierce wind, she was the epitome of calmness.

Seeing the sneak attack inside the Divine Palace, her heart was greatly shaken, but beyond the shock, there was little panic.

Instead, she began to ponder.

Who could it be that conspired with the Devil Emperor, set up a trap inside this Divine Palace, and allowed the Devil Emperor to break through the border area barrier and attack Emperor Zhou?

Normally, it was impossible for ordinary people to enter the Divine Palace.

Even if the royal ritual required early preparation, only direct royal family members could enter.

Who could it be?

Empress Dowager Li did not focus on the fate of Emperor Zhou inside the Divine Palace. In her view, although the Emperor might be wounded in a sneak attack by the Devil Clan, he would not die.

This was the confidence Empress Dowager Li had in Emperor Zhou, in Wu Shang, and in this son who had emerged victorious from a sea of corpses and bloodshed.

Empress Dowager Li believed that the prime task at this critical juncture was to identify the traitor within the royal family.

Empress Dowager Li's gaze swept over the royal descendants.

Aside from some royal relatives who clearly had no access, only those close to her were possible suspects.

Wu Yuemei, the newly appointed Crown Prince Wu Ling, the first-born son Wu Ming, Wu Ming of South Ming...

Wu Yuemei was slightly flustered at the moment, endlessly muttering "Guanger", and if not for the current situation not allowing it, Empress Dowager Li suspected Wu Yuemei would have run down the mountain to find Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, to keep him safe.

The gaze of Empress Dowager Li directly passed over Wu Yuemei.

It was not very likely to be the newly appointed Crown Prince Wu Ling either. Although his origin was uncertain, he had been practicing in seclusion this whole time. And as Crown Prince, even if he came to the Divine Palace, she would have been informed; his moves could not have been concealed from her.

And the first-born son Wu Ming.

Empress Dowager Li frowned slightly and noticed that the still astute-looking Wu Ming had already turned wooden, his legs trembling uncontrollably after Emperor Zhou had been ambushed.

Forget it, this unfortunate child couldn't be possible.

After all, I still have some discernment.

Empress Dowager Li saw that some princes and princesses were even less composed than Wu Ming, with many young princes and princesses directly crying in the arms of their Noble Consorts.

And King of South Ming...

Empress Dowager Li glanced at King of South Ming and saw him looking at the Divine Palace in tight tension, constantly twirling the Jade Bead in his hand.

He seemed anxiously concerned about the fate of Emperor Zhou.

It made Empress Dowager Li frown slightly.

She knew her own son well,

Even though he wasn't her biological child, she was extremely familiar with each Prince, and the relationship between King of South Ming and Emperor Zhou was not good.

Prior to Emperor Zhou's ascension, King of South Ming had even worried that Emperor Zhou, Wu Shang, would feel threatened by his interest in the throne and choose to kill him as a precaution.

He even ran to her, crying, begging her to spare his life.

The always timid King of South Ming facing the battle between the Devil Emperor and the Sky-Man, showing only tension and concern but no fear or panic?

In all this, Empress Dowager Li sensed something amiss and could hardly believe it, for despite many years of fear and dread, Emperor Zhou had never treated King of South Ming poorly.

Why would he collude with the Devil Clan to assassinate Wu Shang?

And it didn't end there.

For a moment, Empress Dowager Li's breathing became hurried, and deep sorrow permeated her heart.

"Nan'er, did you do this?"

Ultimately, Empress Dowager Li could not remain composed. A slight motion rippled across her elegant aged face, as she did not look towards King of South Ming, but towards the Divine Palace.