Chapter 247: Empress Zhao Loses Her Composure
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The razor-sharp blade halted just a few millimeters from the mirror’s surface.
The imperial guards paused, confused, though they still kept their weapons drawn and eyes fixed warily on the armored figures reflected in the mirror.
Emperor Xiao Wenxuan let out a long breath. His heart had nearly leapt into his throat. In that brief instant, if they had struck even a hair closer, the mirror would’ve shattered.
“Stand down!” he ordered with a sharp tone.
Only then did Feng Deshui truly look at the mirror—and then at the man inside. A second later, he let out an awkward laugh. “Your Majesty, this old servant has truly made a fool of himself. As if His Highness the Prince of Qi would ever send an assassin! It’s a mirror!”
The guards glanced again at the reflection, now slowly realizing what they were seeing. The mirror image… was them.
Xiao Wenxuan stepped forward and pressed his palm against the cool glass. The sensation of resistance confirmed it—it really was a mirror.
Then, laughter.
A bold, unrestrained burst of laughter rang out from the emperor, echoing through the chamber. The shock of the moment only served to underscore just how extraordinary this object was.
Feng Deshui grinned ear to ear as he walked up and pressed his fingers against the glass. “Your Majesty, this mirror… it feels like it’s made of glass!”