From the roof beams, two figures descended in a blur, their swift movements eliminating several Imperial Guards in an instant.
Clearing away the unnecessary obstacles, Feng Yinwan exchanged a look with Feng Jingyuan, and then they both attacked Concubine Yu.
They had clashed with her several times in the shadows and were familiar with each other's movements, so this attack was easily evaded.
Feng Yinwan was not surprised. Instead, her gaze fixed on Concubine Yu's left knee, discerning a subtle anomaly.
Her left knee had been severely injured by a hidden weapon in the past. Although it had recovered, it was still less agile than her right leg.
Sharply seizing this flaw, she immediately looked up at Feng Jingyuan. Their eyes met, and with unspoken understanding, they shifted their target to the left knee.
"Chik—"
Feng Jingyuan attacked head-on, his sword piercing through her clothing.
The cold, hard steel immediately constrained Concubine Yu's movements.
Feng Yinwan seized the opportunity, channeling all her inner strength into her fingertips, and fiercely drove a silver needle into the gap between her bones.
This time, she was prepared. The silver needle was forged from refined Xuan Iron, and with Concubine Yu's left knee already weakened, she could not withstand the strike.
"Urk—"
With a piercing shriek, her surrounding inner force surged, directly repelling Feng Yinwan.
The residual force shook Feng Yinwan's internal organs, and as she retreated, on the verge of collapse, Feng Jingyuan stepped in front to block her.
"Wan'er, how are you?"
Feng Yinwan, gaining a moment's respite, shook her head and steadied herself. "Brother, I'm fine. Her left knee is injured, it's a good opportunity."
Feng Jingyuan understood and immediately thrust his sword towards Concubine Yu's knee hollow.
However, just as he was about to strike, she abruptly turned, delivering a palm strike aimed at Feng Jingyuan's chest.
Feng Yinwan's heart tightened as she saw this and immediately cried out, "Brother, be careful!"
The palm strike was vicious and powerful. Feng Jingyuan blocked with his sword, but his body was still forced back several steps, requiring Feng Yinwan to brace his back to finally stop him.
The hall was filled with mist, still obscuring everything.
Seeing the stalemate, and having managed to pin down Concubine Yu, the Empress's eyes flickered and she stealthily slipped out of the hall.
Her movements were exceedingly light, using the mist as cover, making her virtually undetectable.
She had finally reached the doorway, but before she could even reach for the door, the sounds of fighting erupted from outside.
"Chik—"
A flash of sword light and the glint of blades streaked by, the paper on the window instantly dyed red. The Empress's face turned pale at the sight, and she suddenly stumbled back to the ground.
Meanwhile, Feng Yinwan and Feng Jingyuan were still locked in combat with Concubine Yu.
Sensing the unfavorable turn of events, Concubine Yu attempted to break free and retreat, but Feng Yinwan and Feng Jingyuan's coordinated pincer attack prevented her from escaping.
The fighting outside lasted only a moment before it ceased. The instant Song Qing'an led his men through the hall doors, the imperial yellow on the dragon bed rose silently.
The Emperor's killing gaze swept over the remaining rebels in the hall, and he commanded with authority.
"Kill!"
Through the mist, everyone was startled by the commotion, but before they could even scream, the sounds of fighting within the hall engulfed them.
Song Qing'an led his men from the entrance, and the remaining rebels were no match, quickly falling to the ground.
On their side, Concubine Yu was also cornered by the combined efforts of Feng Yinwan and Feng Jingyuan.
As the situation settled, from a place behind the crowd, where there had been no sound for a long time, a woman's voice suddenly rang out.
"Everyone, don't move."