Chapter 212 Killing King Zhao

Song Yunshu subconsciously looked up, and when she saw Shen Lixin's face, which she had despised before, hot tears burst out from the corners of her eyes.

She is here.

No one came to save her, not her husband, not the servants, not her mother-in-law, not the stewards who used to respect her, no one saved her.

Instead, it was Shen Lixin, who had weird ideas and acted like a nobody, who came to save her.

Shu Yan said sorry in her heart and closed the system panel whose sobriety value had soared to 80%.

She grabbed the Prince of Zhao with a sharp sword in hand and put it on his neck: "Let go of the Crown Princess immediately, or I'll kill you and make turtle soup!"

The fat body of King Zhao trembled in shock and anger: "Shen, how dare you, you..."

Shu Yan pressed down the sword and he immediately shut up.

"Chen Lixin!" Xia Jian spoke: "How dare you, you vicious woman, are you crazy?!"

Shu Yan laughed: "Yeah, I'm crazy, so what? Why don't you let Song Yunshu go? I'll really kill him~"

The sword pressed down again, and blood oozed from under King Zhao's neck.

Xia Jian and everyone in the audience couldn't believe what they saw.

This Shen Lixin, is she crazy? !

She was a concubine, but instead of taking advantage of the situation to add insult to injury, she came out to save the wife? Did she know her identity?

What good would it do her if the palace collapsed? Without the prince, could she still expect to live a life of luxury?

“You, you…” Seeing that Shen Lixin was serious, Xia Jian was shocked and angry, but he could only order his servants to let Song Yunshu go.

Song Yunshu collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, tears of surviving the disaster rolling down his eyes.

"Are you awake now?" Shu Yan held King Zhao and walked in front of her.

"Thank you...thank you." Song Yunshu could only squeeze out these few words.

"Get up." Shu Yan said gently, "Let's go, let's leave the palace."

Song Yunshu was stunned, but turned to look at Xia Jian and others, and finally tried to stand up.

There was no turning back. Nor should she.

"? Chen Lixin, what do you want to do?" Xia Jian shouted angrily: "How dare you... You are my concubine, where can you go if you leave the palace? Immediately..."

Shu Yan became impatient and pressed down the sword again. Immediately, King Zhao trembled his legs and begged Xia Jian to shut up.

The two women, one in front and one behind, began to walk towards the gate of the palace.

Shu Yan asked two secret guards to clear the way in front and behind, and walked forward slowly. Since the road was still long, she simply opened her heart to reality and started talking.

"Why, still some people think the heroine has accomplished something? The heroine is almost awake, why aren't you awake yet?"

There was a pause of one second, and then someone said:

Shu Yan smiled.

This type of barrage had appeared before, but she was busy with her mission and did not respond.

But now, she felt that it was necessary to break some things down and talk them out.

"My words may be unpleasant to hear, so be prepared."

She said indifferently: "Let's talk about the first point first. My friend, let me ask you a question: does a boss care if his employees don't love him? Does a client care if a prostitute doesn't love him?"

"You don't love your husband, so what you do isn't following the feudal order? Aren't you obeying your husband's wishes? Aren't you selling your dignity, your freedom, even your body, using feudal womanly virtues to buy your husband's meal ticket?"

"You always say 'she doesn't love him', but let me ask you, who cares whether you love him or not?"

"Please, if there's someone who clearly doesn't love me but still wants to lock me in my backyard, take a concubine for me, and take care of the backyard for me, I'll just feel great, okay?"

"Do you think that just because a nanny doesn't love her employer, that changes the fact that she is a nanny?"

There was silence on the other end for five seconds, and then a line of words popped out quickly.

"That brings me to my second point," Shu Yan said calmly. "Yes, in ancient times, women had no control over their lives and were mostly dependent on their husbands. So I won't explain why this kind of helplessness, which is clearly a form of suffering, has now become a setting for exciting novels..."

"Let's talk about the real ancient times. If you want to talk about reality, why doesn't the heroine have bound feet? Why don't you mention that she didn't even have personal freedom?"

"Why don't you mention that there were no reliable contraceptive methods in ancient times? And why don't you mention that even in the 1920s, the maternal mortality rate was 1.5% (according to Yang Chongrui), so how high was the mortality rate for women who gave birth multiple times in ancient times? Not to mention the various postpartum complications."

"Oh, why don't you mention that in ancient times, if a woman had no children, her husband's family could simply divorce her. Even modern workers have legal protections, but in most ancient dynasties, once a mistress was divorced, her husband's family couldn't take a single cent of her money."

"Where did she get her power and money? Is that her power and money?"

"In real feudal society, women could pursue careers in their husband's harem—don't you think this is absurd?"

"You said heroines are only in novels, but this kind of dominatrix that doesn't include any unfavorable historical facts, and only retains the settings that the heroine is not allowed to be independent and the hero must be unclean, isn't it just fiction? How can this be considered real ancient times?"

"Let's talk about the golden finger. I admit that I do use it. But if there is no golden finger, do you think real feudal women live well?"

"You've probably forgotten one thing. In novels, even if the heroine is locked up in the inner chamber, the author will give her enough wisdom to allow her to eventually control the entire family."

"But the reality is, you have wisdom, and so do others. How on earth can you, a woman locked in a house, defeat a man who is well-educated, a government official, and well-informed?"

"What's more, is it wise to conform to feudal women's virtues and feudal rules? In my opinion, I only see the humiliation of surrendering to reality and obeying feudalism and power."

"I know there's nothing wrong with ordinary people doing this. But please stop flaunting your sobriety. I feel sad for the many 'unclear' warriors who have risen up in resistance throughout history."

"It's only been a little over a hundred years since you and I left the backyard. How did we gain our freedom?"

"It is thanks to countless people who are not clear-headed and wise, and even foolish enough to risk their lives to challenge the old order, that we are free! It is thanks to the time-traveling woman's seemingly foolish and ridiculous values ​​of equality for all that we can walk freely in the sunshine."

"But now, we are mocking the very ideas that gave us freedom, facing each of the vicious female time-travelling supporting characters."

"When you agree with the heroine's adherence to feudal rules, and when you mock the time-traveling woman for daring to practice modern values ​​in ancient times, aren't you afraid?"

"Aren't you afraid that such a trend will mislead us, subtly influence us, and cause us to regress?"

"Aren't you afraid that this glorification of the ancient world and this neutral presentation of feudal rules will wear down our vigilance and even make us think that the ancient world wasn't so bad after all?"

"Freedom doesn't just fall from the sky. History, including in the present, is filled with examples of regression. It's not uncommon for equality to regress to ancient times overnight."

"If we really go back to ancient times, you wouldn't really think you could be as successful as the heroine in the novel, relying on your own wisdom."

"You all know about the Jingkang scandal, right? Zhao Fujin, a princess of the Northern Song Dynasty, married the prime minister's son as her legal wife. Quite noble, isn't she?"

"But after the Northern Song Dynasty was defeated, she was also sold to the Jin Dynasty by the emperor to offset war reparations. A 25-year-old girl, as beautiful as a flower, died within a year."

"There are more than 10,000 women like her."

"Concubines, princesses, princesses, royal ladies, ministers' daughters, ministers' wives, and palace maids and singing girls, everything should be sold."

"They were sold to the Jin Dynasty as slaves, maids, concubines, and prostitutes. The only difference was that a princess was sold for 1,000 gold ingots, while a minister's wife was sold for 80 gold ingots."

"If you want historical truth, this is the historical truth. This is the true position of noble ladies and mistresses of aristocratic families in ancient times."

"Are you saying that among these ten thousand women, there isn't a single wise woman? But what's the difference in their experiences?"

After Shu Yan finished this long string of words, she lowered her eyes and sighed deeply.

In fact, she didn't say anything more.

In female-oriented stories, there are always endless female protagonists who claim to be sober but are actually just submitting to feudal rules.

However, has anyone ever thought about why no one reads those stories in which the male protagonist keeps taking in men for his wife in a matriarchal or female-dominated society, acts as a househusband to help her manage the men, and thinks he is awake?

Why? Don’t men who hold greater power in this society understand what it means to be sober and what it means to be a dominant male?

The long road finally came to an end, and she escorted King Zhao to the gate of the mansion.

She forced Xia Jian to pull a carriage, watched Song Yunshu get on the carriage, and then raised her knife and chopped off King Zhao's head with one stroke.