Chapter 261: Who is the last 1?

Jiang Sijin immediately exploded, "What did you replace it with? No wonder it smelled so strange! Dragon energy should be fragrant and rich, but it smells faintly foul."

Su Zhenzhen touched her nose guiltily, "What...how did you absorb it? You didn't...just eat it directly, did you?"

Jiang Sijin's face flushed with anger, "You're the one who ate it! I refined and absorbed it little by little."

Su Zhenzhen's guilt subsided slightly; if she had taken it internally directly...

Huh~

The scene was too beautiful for Su Zhenzhen to imagine.

Su Zhenzhen continued, "What are you planning to do next?"

Jiang Sijin stroked her chin and thought carefully for a moment. "To be honest, I feel quite bored. Originally, I wanted to seize the imperial destiny and become the emperor of the Jiang Dynasty myself, but now that I think about it, it feels quite meaningless. The Jiang Dynasty disgusts me."

When she said this, Jiang Sijin made no attempt to hide the disgust in her eyes.

Su Zhenzhen was unaware of what had happened to Jiang Sijin, who had always been proud of her status as a princess of the Jiang Dynasty.

But considering the origin of Jiang Sijin's fetal spirit identity that I saw before, it probably wasn't a pleasant story.

"Since you're bored, how about you do me a favor?"

"What?" Jiang Sijin glanced at him slightly, her usual arrogant expression vanishing.

Her whole face seemed to say, "What do you think you have to trouble me with?"

"Help me catch a fish." Su Zhenzhen looked inscrutable.

After all, Song Anbang, who has played a crucial role every time, is still missing.

Su Zhenzhen and Jiang Sijin worked together to keep Jiang Ruheng's death a secret.

With her transformative makeup skills, Su Zhenzhen turned Jiang Sijin into Jiang Ruheng.

The two are related by blood, and their eyes and brows are somewhat similar. If their facial proportions are changed, they will look nine-tenths alike, which is enough to fool outsiders. In any case, the only people who know the truth are the two of them and Chunzhi.

But Chunzhi went east to pursue the remnants of the Jiang clan.

With the powerful families purged, all that remained in the court were low-ranking officials from humble backgrounds, who had no chance to get close enough to catch a glimpse of the emperor.

So, on a bright and sunny morning, Jiang Sijin ascended the throne.

In the Hall of Civil and Military Affairs, the officials stood sparsely.

There was no way around it; after all, powerful families made up the majority of officials in the court.

It would be good enough if they could even muster a few people to back them up.

Su Zhenzhen temporarily took over the work of the Directorate of Ceremonial.

"Welcome to the throne, Your Majesty!"

Jiang Sijin stood in front of the incense burner and lit a stick of incense to pay homage to heaven and earth.

The officials on the stone steps waited for the incense to be placed in the incense burner before kneeling and bowing in deep reverence.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Just then, a breeze seemed to stir, and a high-pitched male voice came from afar.

"Congratulations on Your Majesty's ascension to the throne!" Song Anbang, dressed in fine robes and looking quite respectable, walked over.

No one stopped them.

Because Chunzhi had wiped out all the imperial guards in the palace, and they were all henchmen of powerful families.

Su Zhenzhen could tell at a glance that Song Anbang had put a lot of effort into his outfit today.

A brocade robe embroidered with gold thread, a gold-inlaid jade hair ornament, gold boots with dark cloud patterns, and a leather belt with no trace of tailoring.

As you walk, your whole body seems to glow in the sunlight.

They looked so radiant that anyone who didn't know better would think it was a joyous occasion.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. Congratulations on regaining power." Song Anbang approached, cupped his hands, and bowed deeply, behaving perfectly as a subject.

Fortunately, the steps were some distance away, and with normal eyesight, Song Anbang should not have been able to notice the small flaws on Jiang Sijin's face.

Jiang Sijin waved her hand, and Song Anbang readily stood up.

Appearance can be faked, but voice will always give you away.

Su Zhenzhen originally planned to strike when Song Anbang appeared.

If we don't make a move now, when will we?

Su Zhenzhen softly chanted a spell, and the Heavenly Thunder Rope instantly descended from the sky, binding Song Anbang to the spot.

Without hesitation, Jiang Sijin unleashed her full head of black hair and used it to strangle Song Anbang's neck.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. All the civil and military officials present were stunned, some even losing their balance and screaming.

"Shut up!" Jiang Sijin snapped impatiently. "If you keep making a fuss, you'll all end up like him!"

Instantly, all the civil and military officials fell silent, trembling with fear.

Song Anbang's soul floated out of his body, his face gloomy as he stared in Jiang Sijin's direction.

"Discarding a used tool after it's done its work? Without me, could you have escaped the palace back then?"

Su Zhenzhen was somewhat wary of Song Anbang.

This man came from the countryside. Even though he entered the capital thanks to the glory of being the Empress's cousin, if he didn't have any ability of his own, he would probably have been played to death by the powerful and wealthy people all over the capital long ago.

More than 20 years ago, he managed to escape unscathed after the capital city gates were opened, even managing to save his life from a powerful family, and was even granted a marquisate.

More than twenty years later, he opened the gates of the capital to let the Huo family army into the city right under the noses of the powerful families, and was able to hide behind the scenes without anyone noticing.

This person is quite shrewd.

Therefore, Su Zhenzhen did not intend to conduct a thorough search for him; luring him into a trap once and for all would suffice.

Song Anbang is a pragmatic man. Now that Jiang Ruheng (Jiang Yichun) has ascended the throne, how could he not come to claim credit and reward?

Now that he has become a spirit, Su Zhenzhen is no longer worried.

After all, all the souls in the world must obey the commands of the Soul Reaper clan.

"You're right. If Jiang Ruheng were still alive, he would most likely discard you after you've served your purpose, since you were the one who let him know his secret."

Upon hearing this, Song Anbang's spirits seemed to die even faster. "What do you mean? Jiang Yichun is dead?"

As expected, Song Anbang knew about Jiang Yichun's method of resurrecting a soul by possessing another's body.

Su Zhenzhen ignored him and instead looked at Jiang Sijin, "Do you want to eat this?"

Jiang Sijin waved her hand dismissively, "I'm afraid such a black-hearted person would taint my soul."

Su Zhenzhen didn't want to get her hands dirty either. "Then go ahead and do it. He is a marquis of the Jiang Dynasty, and you are a princess of the Jiang Dynasty. If you kill him, it can be considered that the ruler commands the subject to die."

Before Song Anbang could even react, his soul was shredded by Jiang Sijin's hair.

Those who are disloyal and unjust deserve to have their souls scattered and their spirits destroyed.

At this point, all the troublemakers who could have stirred up trouble have been completely eliminated.

Under Su Zhenzhen's persuasion and deception, Jiang Sijin finally decided to become the true emperor of the Jiang Dynasty and protect this land as a woman.

Anyway, she is immortal and can protect the people of this land until the end of time.

Su Zhenzhen had been waiting for her mission to end, and after that day, the number in her mind became 1.

Su Zhenzhen guessed that Jiang Ruheng counted as one, Chunzhi counted as one, and Song Anbang counted as one, so the number changed from 4 to 1.

So who will be the last 1?