Lu Xiaoyao fell silent.

Viewers watching the live stream from Lu Xiaoyao's perspective were so angry at the merchant's dying screams that they were speechless.

After a long while, a single sentence finally appeared on the screen—

What's the point of a country like this?

[That's right, it would have been better if the tyrant had conquered the capital of Hua Liang in one fell swoop! He could have thoroughly cleansed the city and established a new kingdom.]

Forget it, Hua Liang isn't a good country, and Chu Rong isn't good either, okay? It's like a chocolate wrapped in poop versus poop wrapped in chocolate—neither of them are good!

[Oh, that wealthy businessman... is dead, right?]

[It's a pity...thinking about those two Federation players and these surrendering envoys, it's true! They're not even as principled as those merchants! How ironic! Aren't all the players in this game supposed to be assassinating tyrants? What are these two doing?]

[Waaah, this supposed to be a survival game is turning into a tearjerker, I'm so frustrated!]

[That's not quite right. The story's background is that the new king of Hua Liang has just ascended the throne, right? He's young, and hasn't fully consolidated power in his own hands. He's willing to deal with the group of old foxes vying for power, but the Chu Rong won't wait for him—they've already invaded his doorstep! Have you forgotten that my daughter and the others were sent by the emperor's trusted eunuch?]

[Oh, yes, the young emperor is quite good, given time... but what we lack right now is time!]

...

In the cramped space, Lu Xiaoyao lay quietly on the ground. After some time, she suddenly felt something sticky on her face, which was pressed against the ground, so she reached out and touched it.

A strong smell of rust immediately caused Lu Xiaoyao's pupils to contract!

It's blood!

How much blood must have been lost to get this far?!

Upon touching the blood, Lu Xiaoyao shuddered violently. Her mouth opened and closed, and from an angle unseen by the viewers in the live stream, her pupils contracted, dilated, and then focused again, repeating this several times. Finally, she revealed a cold expression completely different from her usual demeanor...

The perilous assassination attempt finally came to an end, with the entire army tasked with assassinating the tyrant wiped out.

Everything ended with Bright and detached observation and a brief, minor involvement.

The storyline was destined to end badly, and even with the addition of a player, the predetermined ending for some NPCs couldn't be changed.

At this point, apart from the bloodstains on the ground which seemed to have not yet been cleaned up, everything else was being tidied up in an orderly manner.

"Take the body out, grind it to ashes, and let the banquet continue."

Upon hearing the tyrant's decision, Mingmei's gaze shifted slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Mingmei glanced in the direction of the Hua Liang envoy, who had remained inactive throughout the night.

There are still some people who haven't gone on stage yet for tonight's performance.

Just as Mingmei was lost in thought, the soldiers holding weapons stood behind the people on both sides of the banquet, as if they intended to maintain this position until the banquet ended.

The imperial physician, carrying his medicine chest, cautiously approached. The tyrant merely waved his hand, ordering that a screen be erected to treat the wound, but showed no intention of stopping the banquet.

The others, those who were injured, went back; those who weren't injured could only stay and continue the banquet.

In this situation, how could anyone still be in the mood to continue the banquet? Everyone was speechless. Looking at the bright mood of others who were in similar situations, they couldn't help but feel speechless. Wasn't this rushing to follow the plot a bit too obviously?

Mingmei, who was staring blankly at the tyrant, was suddenly called upon.

"ah?"

"Apply medicine to the orphan."

Mingmei was summoned to the tyrant's side and was actually asked to help him apply medicine under the guidance of the imperial physician.

"Your Majesty, I am clumsy and afraid I might hurt your precious daughter."

Clearly, Mingmei didn't really want to apply medicine to this tyrant who was behaving strangely. Even though he had just taken a knife for her, and her refusal might seem a bit heartless, Mingmei knew exactly what was going on!

Bai Xiao wouldn't cut herself for no reason.

If the tyrant hadn't made her so special, why would the other party have taken the risk of attacking her?

They're betting on whether a tyrant will appear!

Of course, if the tyrant doesn't come, Mingmei is also capable of blocking the damage.

Seeing Mingmei's refusal, the tyrant half-closed his eyes, looked up at Mingmei, and a wounded look flashed in his eyes. His fragile yet stubborn appearance made Mingmei suddenly feel a pang of guilt for her previous thoughts.

The next second, the imperial physician reminded the tyrant that his injuries could not be delayed, and that if necessary, he could help the tyrant apply medicine.

That last sentence is completely unnecessary!

Mingmei watched as the tyrant lowered his eyelids in a wronged manner, his eyes half-closed as he looked at her. Then, when she wasn't paying attention, the fierce look in his eyes as he glanced at the old imperial physician startled the physician so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Ah... well, Your Majesty... Your Majesty is getting on in years, so please, please let this young lady lend a hand."

Mingmei: ...?

One second he volunteered, the next he was old and his eyesight was failing. No wonder he was the tyrant's personal physician. He was old and had the ability to survive!

As the imperial physician spoke, he looked longingly at Mingmei, while his hands hurriedly shoved the medicine box directly into her face.

Now, Mingmei could only silently accept the medicine box and stop arguing, resignedly applying medicine to the tyrant.

[Oh my god, look at that tyrant, he's got a pretty good physique!]

Ghost, suddenly called: ...

I must say, this tyrant's physique is truly remarkable.

The system, Ghost, gazed at the tyrant's honey-colored skin, glistening in the candlelight, from its host's perspective. This was already incredibly alluring, not to mention his muscles.

A body that is both strong and sexy is truly rare. Any more would be too muscular, any less would be too thin.

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