The body lost its balance and fell forward. Feng Yinwan instinctively wanted to use her Qinggong, but her movements were not as agile as before. Before she could steady herself, the eunuch had already slammed the palace door shut.
The moment the lock clicked, the mechanisms within the hall were activated. Instantly, iron walls descended from all sides, sealing off the doors and windows.
Feng Yinwan's drunkenness cleared completely. But at this very moment, strong fumes of sleeping smoke surged from the cracks, rapidly filling the entire side hall.
Seeing this, Feng Yinwan immediately held her breath. Just as she was about to leap onto the roof beams, another series of mechanical sounds echoed. The previously smooth beams and pillars suddenly protruded with rows of sharp blades glinting coldly. The path overhead was also sealed.
With no other option, she had to sit down where she was, using her internal energy to create a shallow barrier. She then took out several detoxification pills and quickly swallowed them.
As the pills entered her body, Feng Yinwan circulated her internal energy to regulate her breathing, while simultaneously listening intently to the sounds outside. For a moment, she couldn't fathom the Emperor's intentions.
Was it because she was involved in the Queen's death? If so, he could have simply condemned her, why go to such lengths to trap her?
Or was it because she held the Xuanmen, and he feared the Feng family's growing power might threaten his throne and become uncontrollable in the future? But then, why would he publicly vindicate the Feng family at the banquet today? Wasn't that contradictory?
Faint sounds could be heard from the main hall, but the iron walls were too thick. Trapped within, she could hear nothing of what was happening outside.
She waited like this for an entire night, until noon the next day, when a gap of several inches finally appeared in the thick iron walls.
Blinding light streamed in, causing Feng Yinwan to squint. By the time she could see clearly, several guards stood before her.
After a night of circulating her internal energy to ward off the poison, her internal strength had been significantly depleted. She was secretly contemplating how to act when the guard in front of her spoke.
"We are acting under orders. Please, Your Highness, do not make things difficult for us. Even if not for yourself, you should consider the General who guards the nation and your elder brother."
At these words, her movements immediately halted.
Seeing this, the guard waved his hand, and darkness descended from above. The space before her plunged into darkness once more. Feng Yinwan, stiffening her body, allowed them to escort her out.
After exiting the Ruilin Palace, Feng Yinwan was shoved into a carriage.
The carriage walls were also made of fine iron. Apart from the sound of the carriage moving, almost no other noise could be heard. Feng Yinwan could only rely on her memory to surmise that the carriage was heading outside the palace.
The Emperor's intentions were truly unfathomable, so she simply leaned against the carriage wall and closed her eyes to rest.
Perhaps it was due to the high tension she had been under since last night, but as soon as she closed her eyes, her consciousness began to drift.
After an unknown period, Feng Yinwan suddenly awoke with a start. Listening intently, she found the outside to be completely silent. She paused for a moment before realizing that the carriage had stopped moving.
Her eyes darkened silently. She struggled free from the rope on her wrist, which was almost worn through, and raised her hand to remove the blindfold. However, the sound of chains being manipulated from outside the carriage reached her ears first.
Feng Yinwan's heart tightened. She immediately abandoned the idea of removing the blindfold, gathered silver needles at her fingertips, and as the carriage door opened, she thrust them out with all her might.
The space inside the carriage was cramped, making it difficult for her to maneuver. Her combat was naturally at a disadvantage.
This attack was a preemptive strike. She knew that if it missed, she would have no other chance. She had used all her strength, but to her surprise, the incoming person dodged even faster.
Feng Yinwan's heart sank. She had no choice but to fight head-on. However, as another blow descended, her wrist was caught firmly and powerfully by a large palm.
The person said, "It's me."