Chapter 125 He's become stronger and more monstrous.

Zhou Yun quickly realized that the poison and Gu he had planted in the three elders' skulls had been neutralized.

Only now does he clearly realize that the place in front of Zhengqing Hall today is his burial ground!

No matter how much one regrets storming the palace and usurping the throne today, it's too late.

With a flash of lightning, the Moon Chasing Blade seemed to have absorbed the energy of heaven and earth, slicing him in half at the waist as he tried to dodge.

He rolled to one side with all his might, but the long knife still pierced half of his waist.

Rainwater rolled across the floor, soiling his hair and face. Sticky hair clung to his face, and his entire body was covered in wounds, some fine and some grotesque, the most severe being a knife wound on his waist that nearly pierced half his body.

Since his birth as a member of the royal family, Zhou Yun had never suffered such humiliation. This lowly commoner, who should have been crawling at his feet for survival, was now trampling on his spine and even controlling his life and death.

The rain washed away the blood that was gushing from Zhou Yun's waist. Jiang Xi gripped the Moon Chasing Blade tightly in his hand. Suddenly, he turned around sharply, his eyes wide open, staring straight at the Zhengqing Hall.

There was no mistake; a sudden pain shot through the left side of his lower back, but he was not injured. The source of the sharp pain was Aji in the Zhengqing Hall.

Someone hurt Ah Ji...

Seeing him suddenly turn around and shift his attention, Zhou Yun tried to prop himself up on his arms and drag his body with his elbows, just to get out of the executioner's sight.

In a short while, Jiang Xiqu swiftly swung his blade, severing Zhou Yun's head. He did so so cleanly that Zhou Yun had no time to react. The last thing he saw was the incredibly sharp long blade and Jiang Xiqu's extremely ugly face.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Xi grabbed Zhou Yun's disheveled long hair and rushed towards the Zhengqing Hall.

He moved so fast that even the experts present couldn't see him clearly. In just a few breaths, he rushed from the battlefield to the Zhengqing Hall.

Thankfully... thankfully Ah Ji is alright.

Jiang Xi felt a stinging sensation in her nose, her tightly pursed lips trembled, and tears streamed down her face without any expression. Unfortunately, because she had been washed by the rain and was soaking wet, it was temporarily impossible to tell whether the water dripping from her face was rain or tears.

Shang Yuji angrily chased after the man in the bright yellow robe with the sole of his shoe. The emperor's front was stained with obvious gray footprints. There was no fear in his eyes, only regret for the failed plan and anger at being trampled underfoot.

Seeing his lack of respect, Shang Yuji did not conceal the crossbow hidden in her sleeve. The cold crossbow bolt was pointed directly at Zhou Yin's face. She bent over halfway and threatened in a low voice, "Does Your Majesty think I dare not press the trigger? Even if I don't kill Your Majesty, I can still let Your Majesty experience the power of a crossbow bolt."

She was furious!

This bastard emperor, besides asking her about the princess's preferences, his real purpose was to take her hostage.

Not saving her would damage the image of the princess in the eyes of her advisors, who would think that the princess valued profit over righteousness, thus restricting her actions.

At the same time, seeing that Jiang Xi was highly skilled in martial arts, he also harbored the idea of ​​using her to control Jiang Xi and make her serve him.

The fantasy was beautiful, but the mistake was in grabbing the wrong person and underestimating her strength.

The little green creature, resembling a dragonfly earring, hung on her earlobe. Upon discovering that Zhou Yin had stabbed her from behind, it flew up and landed on Zhou Yin's face. After that, no matter how anxiously the little eunuch called out, Zhou Yin fell straight to the ground like a piece of wood, his body stiff and powerless, unable to move.

Shang Yuji stepped on Zhou Yin's chest. Considering that the emperor had not yet written an abdication edict or an accession edict for the eldest princess, she did not let Xiaobai appear. If Xiaobai appeared, the emperor's weak body would immediately die.

But that didn't stop her from having Xiaobai and Xiaolü protect her. First, she intimidated the young eunuch and the eunuchs and palace maids in the Zhengqing Hall who were trying to help the emperor. Then, she pointed a crossbow at the emperor. With weapons at her side, she had plenty of confidence.

The dagger in the emperor's hand was arguably the sharpest in all of Da'an, capable of cutting through iron like mud and being indestructible. If she hadn't been wearing soft armor underneath, she had no doubt that she would have been stabbed right through by the dagger.

Although the situation isn't great right now, people can't lose their morale. After taking the dagger inlaid with seven-colored gems, she stepped on the emperor without any hesitation.

The palace maids and eunuchs inside were filled with terror, and even He Zhong looked astonished.

In their understanding, the emperor was the Son of Heaven, the absolutely correct being, the most honorable and inviolable supreme being in the entire Da'an.

Nothing was more shocking to them than witnessing an emperor being trampled underfoot by a palace maid; it was as if their decades-long understanding of the world shattered in that instant.

He Zhong took half a step forward, then stopped.

Why would he still go up to defend the dignity of the imperial family when the emperor killed his savior?

He simply pretended not to see it.

In their eyes, a mere palace maid dared to be so rebellious as to trample on the emperor. But the emperor, whom they viewed with the highest and most noble filter, was nothing more than a human being in Shang Yuji's eyes.

In any case, even the emperor, as a creature, could not escape the human species.

As a staunch materialist who grew up in socialism, she was curious about the emperor's identity, but she certainly didn't have much respect for him.

The main problem is that this emperor is a scoundrel. If he were a powerful and capable leader, she might have shown him some respect. What's so admirable about a piece of trash like him?

Just as they were making their threats, they caught a glimpse of a tall, thin, dark figure appearing beside them. Little White and Little Green didn't react, so the figure was obviously Jiang Xiqu.

She turned her head and smiled, "You came back pretty quickly."

Her gaze swept over his miserable, rain-soaked appearance, then slowly fell on the strangely round object he was carrying. She skillfully looked away, then looked at his beautiful face, which, despite being wet, only made him look pitiful, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Xi's face had a calming effect. She pointed to what looked like a head and asked, "Why did you bring it back?"

Jiang Xi approached, and only after smelling the reassuring scent did his tense heart calm down. He hesitated and stammered, "A...gift?"

At first, I followed Aji's advice: cut the weeds and wipe them out completely, always remember to finish them off, make sure the enemy is absolutely dead. Otherwise, even if you're on the verge of death and severely injured, some troublesome characters can be like unkillable grasshoppers, coming back to life and hopping around in front of you again.

Worried that Zhou Yun might still be alive, he simply pulled his head over. With his head and body so far apart, he must be completely dead, right?

He had originally planned to throw his head far away, but sensing Aji's condition, he was anxious to see her and, without thinking too much, brought the head over.

When Aji asked, Jiangxi thought of bringing a gift when visiting. Although visiting is no longer necessary and a head cannot be considered a gift, the underlying code of needing to answer Aji's question kicked in, and he forced out the answer that came to mind first, even though it was a very nonsensical answer.

Shang Yuji didn't question too much why a head was being used as a gift. In period dramas, you often see generals swearing to the king that they will offer the head of the enemy leader to the king; or the king assigning an extremely difficult task, and if the subordinates fail to do it, they will die. Both can be simply referred to as "bringing a head to me"!

When she first saw it, she thought it was terrifying to open the box and find a human head inside. After experiencing it firsthand, she had to admit it was quite horrifying.

There was no other way; when in Rome, do as the Romans do. She had to respect the customs and culture of Da'an.

But that didn't stop her from muttering, "It's still too ugly as a gift."

Witnessing one's enemy behead one's enemy is bound to be a horrifying sight.

Jiang Xi seemed displeased with seeing A Ji, so she hid her head behind her back to prevent her from seeing any more, and then asked, "Yun Xiao, about the injury on your back..."

Hearing him mention it made Shang Yuji feel uncomfortable all over. It was all that damned emperor's fault. Why did he have to stab her for no reason?

Frustrated, she snorted at the person at her feet and then said to Jiang Xi, "You're right, we should carry on the fine tradition of offering 'human heads' as gifts to the emperor."

Then she instructed Jiang Xi to place Zhou Yun's head, which was filled with shock, resentment, fear, and anger, into the emperor's arms. Worried that the head might fall off, she also adjusted the emperor's hands, which were paralyzed by the small green poison, to hold the head in place to stabilize it.

After doing all this, Shang Yuji pretended to wipe away tears: "What a touching brotherhood! We'll stay together even in death."

The emperor lay stiffly on the ground, unable to resist, watching helplessly as the eunuch, following the orders of the palace maid, shoved the cold, limp head into his hands. In order to make eye contact with the head's unseeing eyes, the eunuch even moved it upwards, almost touching his jaw.

The gruesome sight of the dead man shattered his mind. Even though this man was Zhou Yun, whom he had once loathed, the close proximity of the two men terrified him, causing him to lose his breath and his pupils to tremble rapidly.

At this moment, the palace maid seemed to be kindly reminding him, "Hold on tight, it wouldn't be good if it rolled and fell on His Majesty's face."

Demons! These two are demons!

She was unaware of the emperor's inner rage, but Jiang Xi's tear-filled fox-like eyes were too pitiful, so she had no choice but to give him the seven-colored gemstone dagger she had snatched: "Cut off his cuff and bandage him up simply to stop the bleeding."

The bandage used for bandaging naturally comes from the source of the material; whoever poked her provides the cloth.

Soon, Jiang Xi squatted down and cut out a piece of fabric that was of excellent quality. The edges were not frayed and the size was uniform and neat. This was due to his rich tailoring experience, and of course, it was also inseparable from the seven-colored gemstone dagger sponsored by the emperor.

The emperor's clothes must be made of the best and rarest material in Da'an, which is difficult to tear with brute force, but with a dagger, it's a different story.

Shang Yuji opened her arms, and Jiang Xi carefully wrapped her waist wound. Bloodstains had seeped into her clothes. He pursed his lips, wrapped the wound, and glared angrily at the culprit.

As he cut the hair, Shang Yuji and the emperor locked eyes in fear. His hair, soaked by the rain, clumps of it clung to half of his face and exposed neck like water snakes.

Even though he knew it was hair, Zhou Yin couldn't see it, so he couldn't control his fear and wondered if the cold, long thing wrapped around his neck was the tentacles of a ghost. He was about to die, and they had come to claim his life ahead of time.

Seeing his terrified expression, Shang Yuji sighed, "I think I'm becoming a bit of a pervert."

It's all the fault of the emperor, Zhou Yun, Tian Mu and other villains, who are all wicked and do all sorts of evil. Compared to them, her methods seem much milder, but when you think about it, they are actually quite frightening.

It was her fault; she shouldn't have been compared to scum. Never do evil, no matter how small. Remember that.

However, it's okay to be the bad guy now, after all, she's dealing with scumbags, and being nice to scumbags is the biggest betrayal of herself.

She had just said that she was a bit of a pervert when Jiang Xi went to bandage her wounds, tears streaming down her face, while pondering all sorts of good things about being a pervert. She couldn't help but sigh that he was still too indulgent.

But everyone loves to hear nice things, so she decided to listen to a few more.

With a bright yellow cloth tightly wrapped around her waist, Shang Yuji laughed and said, "I, a mere palace maid, have been promoted so much that I dare to wear bright yellow fabric."

"Yunxiao likes it? I'll go back and tailor two pieces for you."

"No need, it would be bad if it caused a misunderstanding." It sounded like the beginning of a dangerous drama about being forced into a coronation.

“Okay.” Jiang Xi lowered her eyes and changed her suggestion, “Yun Xiao, I just came back from outside and my shoes are a bit dirty. Let me step on them instead.”

Shang Yuji nodded: "That's fine, it'll be good to rest after walking around for a while."

He then added, "You haven't stepped on me much, so can you step on me when we get back?"

"?" Shang Yuji was puzzled, then exclaimed in shock, "How did you become a pervert too!"

Who exactly led Jiang Xiaoxi astray? Their sins are unforgivable!

Jiang Xi stepped onto it, her ink-like eyes glistening with hope and... joy?

...So it turned out he genuinely wanted to be trampled on. Fine, she conceded defeat.

"We'll talk about these things when we get back. Saying them outside will make people think we're not serious."

In the end, she had to add: "Pervert is not a good word!"

"Okay." It doesn't matter if it's not a nice thing, as long as he can be like Ah Ji, he'll like anything.

Jiang Xi glared at Zhou Yin, who was standing on his feet. These shameless people were stepping on him and still flirting with him right in front of him!