The majestic and furious voice resounded throughout the hall. In an instant, the clinking of glasses and lively conversation at the banquet came to an abrupt end. Everyone fell silent, looking up fearfully.

His Majesty, who was always stern and majestic, now had a gloomy face. His sharp eyes stared fiercely at the male favorite beside the Queen Mother. His cold and dark eyes seemed as if he was looking at a dead person.

Chu Yuening looked at the cold-looking man in confusion, with a hazy glint still lingering in her watery eyes. She clenched his fingers uneasily.

Noticing the helplessness on the girl's face, a hint of tenderness flashed in Ying Zheng's cold eyes. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead, coaxing her softly.

"Yue Ning, close your eyes and cover your ears."

"good."

Although I don’t know what A Zheng is going to do, he must have his reasons for doing so.

Chu Yuening obediently closed her beautiful eyes and covered her ears with her hands.

Seeing that his young wife was ready, Ying Zheng suddenly stood up, walked down with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, and slowly drew the Emperor's Sword from his waist.

As the candlelight flickered, the long sword was unsheathed, and a few cold and cold rays of light suddenly appeared. Everyone present looked panicked and terrified.

Looking at the sword-wielding Shura walking towards him step by step, Lao Ai trembled all over like a sieve, terrified. His instinct for survival made him subconsciously want to escape.

However, the energy in his body seemed to be locked by a powerful beast. His hands and feet were weak and he had no strength to escape. So he could only kowtow and beg for mercy while crying bitterly.

"Your Majesty, spare my life!"

"I deserve to die! I deserve to die! I shouldn't have offended the Queen. I was possessed by a demon..."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for the sake of my service to the Empress Dowager...ah!"

Looking down at Lao Ai who was slapping himself and kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, Ying Zheng's cold face remained calm. He raised the Emperor's Sword and neatly cut off one of Lao Ai's arms.

The glaring blood spurted out like a waterfall, followed by shrill screams of pain. Lao Ai covered his bleeding shoulder and rolled on the ground in pain.

Perhaps it was the strong will to survive that stimulated his potential. He endured the extreme pain, supported his body with his only remaining hand, and staggered to escape.

But after taking a few steps, he heard a cold and murderous sound coming from behind him.

"To dare to rebel against one's superiors is a crime punishable by death."

"ah!!!"

"Please, please spare my life. I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Please spare me..."

The swords of the Qin Dynasty were extremely sharp, they could cut iron like mud and break hair, let alone a mere flesh and blood body?

With the swish of swords cutting through the wind, the dull sound of swords piercing into flesh and blood, and the groaning of people on the verge of death, Lao Ai, who was almost cut into a human pig, was finally freed after his head fell to the ground.

The sudden and bloody massacre made everyone tremble with fear. They collapsed in their chairs in horror, not daring to breathe.

For a moment, only Ying Zheng was left standing in the hall holding the sword. Bright red blood slid down the snow-white sword, condensed at the tip of the sword, and dripped onto the ground, spreading out into blood flowers that represented death.

Ying Zheng was wearing a black robe today, and the scars of bright red were not obvious at all, but there were a few drops of blood splashed on his face, as red as the red spider lily, making his jade-like face become gorgeous and gorgeous.

Zhao Ji, who was facing this bloody massacre, was already scared out of her wits. The male favorite who was still entangled with her yesterday had now turned into a cold corpse, and the executioner was actually her own son.

She stared in horror at the cold and ruthless Jade-faced Shura in front of her. Her fair and delicate fingers trembled uncontrollably. Her red lips stammered a few times and she uttered a question without any momentum.

"Why did you kill him?"

"This person offended Yue Ning, so he should be killed."

Ying Zheng first waved his hand to signal the palace servants to clean the hall, and then answered nonchalantly. His big, bony hands took the handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face.

He looked at his obedient little wife who had closed her eyes, then smelled the strong smell of blood on her body, frowned, and ordered someone to bring him a robe to change into.

When a person shuts down one sense, the other senses become doubly sharp. Chu Yuening was immersed in this state.

In the silent environment, the screams for mercy, the sound of swords entering the body, the faint smell of blood, the sporadic arguments... are all extremely obvious and not difficult to detect.

But after all, she had not seen the whole picture of the incident. Chu Yuening could not piece together the truth based on her imagination alone. She suddenly felt uneasy and asked softly.

"A Zheng, what happened? Can I open my eyes now?"

"Well, Yue Ning, open your eyes."

"It's nothing serious. I just dealt with a daring male favorite."

After being cleaned by the palace servants, the hall was once again clean and tidy, as if the bloody massacre had never happened.

Ying Zheng sheathed the Emperor's Sword, walked back quickly, and hugged his young wife. His voice was low and gentle, no longer cold and gloomy with murderous intent.

Chu Yuening saw that the man looked normal and nestled in his warm arms peacefully, but her nose keenly detected a hint of blood, and she suddenly looked up and looked around.

The banquet layout in the hall remained unchanged, but the ministers were all shocked and kept silent, with their heads lowered, not daring to make a sound.

Could it be that A Zheng did it himself just now?

Male favorite? Isn't that only the Queen Mother has one?

She couldn't help but look at Zhao Ji, and happened to meet her peach blossom eyes. The unrestrained hatred and disgust in them made her brows frown, and she glared back without showing any weakness.

Humph, you just have big eyes, right? I'm not inferior either!

In Zhao Ji's eyes, such behavior was a silent provocation, and the heat in her heart rose again. The previous humiliations and the death of her beloved male favorite completely ignited her anger.

"Lao Ai merely glanced at this woman, and you want to kill him. How is your behavior any different from that of a tyrant?"

"No matter what, he is my concubine. You beheaded him in public. Do you respect me, your mother?"

Ying Zheng turned a deaf ear to the accusations from his biological mother, with a cold expression and even unwilling to look at her. This undoubtedly added fuel to the fire of Zhao Ji.

The officials around no longer cared about being afraid. They immediately pricked up their ears to eat the melon, and there was unconscious admiration in their eyes when they looked at the empress dowager.

The Queen Mother is so brave!

Relying on her status as His Majesty's biological mother, she insulted the Queen and then His Majesty.

But she no longer has any real power, and His Majesty is no longer the thirteen-year-old boy who has just ascended the throne and is at her mercy. How dare she do that?

The people of the Zhao clan had no intention of eating melons. Their faces were pale and they were sweating profusely, fearing that the Queen Mother would anger His Majesty. Their eyes were full of pleading.

They don’t want to be chopped into human pigs like that male favorite!

Their lives are lives too!

However, Zhao Ji, who was burning with anger, ignored it. Perhaps she was venting her anger at being treated coldly and despised today, or perhaps she was venting her fear of facing death. Her words became more intense and vicious.

"Okay, okay...it seems like you've grown so independent now that you don't even recognize me, your biological mother!"

"They are right. You are indeed mean-spirited, cold-blooded and heartless..."

"The grace of giving birth to a mother is greater than heaven. Treating her harshly is against filial piety. You are truly unfit to be a son!"