Chapter 275 The Queen's Fury

Fengyi Palace.

Inside the bedroom, the candlelight cast a dim shadow on the golden phoenix on the brocade curtains.

The aroma of pepper and orchid is rich, but it cannot suppress the anxiety that permeates the hall.

Xie Zhenrong sat upright on the phoenix throne, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the intricate gold embroidery on her cuffs, her eyes fixed on the closed palace door.

She was waiting, waiting for news, news that could completely lift the heavy stone from her heart.

Wen Li'er must die!

The ticking of the night watchman strikes my heart, and each tick seems as long as a year.

Suddenly, a eunuch entered the queen's bedroom carrying several plates of cakes.

He held the tray with his right hand, holding the sleeve of his left.

The night was dark and most of the palace servants had already rested. The secret guards hiding in the darkness did not notice the eunuch's empty left arm.

The man's left arm was broken at the shoulder, and it had been carefully bandaged inside. He was wearing a dark robe outside, so even if dark red blood seeped out, it would not be too obvious.

Because of his arrival, the strong smell of blood instantly overwhelmed the incense scent of Fengyi Palace.

As soon as he entered the queen's bedroom, the eunuch's face turned pale as paper and big beads of sweat flowed down his forehead.

Xie Zhenrong saw who was coming and stood up suddenly.

She lowered her voice and asked, "Luo Zhao?! Can he be killed?"

The person in front of her was Luo Zhao, the chief eunuch of Fengyi Palace and one of her confidants.

Luo Zhao's face, pale from blood loss, looked somewhat creepy under the flickering candlelight.

He fell heavily to his knees with a thud. The severe pain from his broken arm made his whole body convulse. His forehead was pressed tightly against the cold floor tiles. His voice was weak and anxious, as if he was on the verge of death, and he deliberately kept his voice very low.

"Your Majesty... I deserve to die! Your Majesty... He was in the Imperial Concubine's convoy returning to the palace! The men I brought with me didn't dare kill her! Furthermore, the Imperial Guards led the way ahead of the convoy, and His Majesty's secret guards surrounded her from behind... My men were completely wiped out... and we were unable to kill the Imperial Concubine...! I beg Your Majesty... to grant me the death penalty!"

The last two words were almost squeezed out from between teeth in despair.

The color on Xie Zhenrong's face instantly faded, even more pale than the candlelight.

"The Emperor...is in the motorcade?"

Her slender fingers gripped the wide cuffs of her phoenix robe tightly, squeezing until her knuckles bulged and shone a terrifying bluish-white. Her voice was more like suppressed, surging fear and unbelievable rage.

Luo Zhao buried his head even lower, almost embedding it in the gap between the floor tiles.

The blood from his broken arm dripped onto the carpet, silently spreading into hideous dark patterns.

"I deserve death... I didn't hear anything beforehand..."

"waste!!"

Xie Zhenrong grabbed a priceless green-glazed teacup with a lotus pattern, and with thunderous fury, smashed it hard in front of Luo Zhao!

“Crash—”

With a crisp sound, porcelain fragments flew everywhere like snow. The scalding tea mixed with the broken porcelain splashed everywhere. Some pieces even scraped across Luo Zhao's forehead, leaving tiny blood marks.

Xie Zhenrong rushed to Luo Zhao in a few steps.

She looked down from above, her phoenix eyes now filled with poisonous ice, fixed on Luo Zhao.

After a while, she pinched her throat and cursed:

"I've painstakingly planned for days, even mobilizing those assassins, and all you get is a single sentence: 'I dare not kill you'?!"

Although her voice was extremely low, every word she spoke was like a poisoned ice cone, cold and piercing to the bone.

"Where's the survivor? He was caught alive?!"

Luo Zhao endured the severe pain and dizziness, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, your Majesty. Those are all dead men. Even if they are captured, they will commit suicide immediately."

"Suicide?"

Xie Zhenrong almost couldn't hold back and slapped him.

"Luo Zhao! I think you've been idle for too long, your brain has rusted! Don't you know Zhang Sicheng's methods? No one who falls into his hands will die a quick and easy death."

Luo Zhao lowered his head even lower.

The bedroom fell into dead silence for a moment, with only the occasional crackling sound of the candle wick.

The queen suddenly stretched out her hand, which was stained with bright red nail polish, and grabbed Luo Zhao's lapel.

"Listen, no matter what method you use, those survivors must shut up forever before dawn!"

Luo Zhao gasped for breath, his voice hoarse, "Your Majesty, those people have fallen into the hands of the Imperial Guards. I'm afraid it will be difficult to silence them."

"I'm not discussing this with you!!"

Xie Zhenrong interrupted him sharply: "If you can't do it, bring your head to me."

Luo Zhao's whole body trembled violently, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was completely extinguished.

He hit the ground with his head and struggled to get up.

"Slave...I'll do it right away!"

When Luo Zhao came out again, he was still holding the tray in his hand, and his expression showed no clues.

Outside the bedroom, in the shadows of the courtyard, several secret guards still felt that something was not right.

That Luo Zhao is a martial artist with quite good martial arts skills.

Fearing that their presence would be exposed and arouse alertness, they did not stick close to the palace door to listen to the conversation between the two.

But there was something wrong with Luo Zhao going to the Queen's bedroom so late to deliver pastries.

The Queen never eats midnight snacks.

One of the men in black made a gesture to his companions hiding on his left and right.

The two men in black immediately understood and followed Luo Zhao from a distance to see what he was going to do.

Xie Zhenrong stood alone in the center of the ruined hall, his gorgeous phoenix robe wrapped around a body that was trembling violently with rage.

The two personal palace maids, Luoxia and Caixia, were already frightened out of their wits. They knelt on the ground, shaking like sieves, not daring to even breathe.

If this matter were to be exposed... they dared not think of the catastrophic disaster that would follow.

Seeing them like this, Xie Zhenrong became even angrier and roared out loud.

"Everyone, get out of here! Get out!!"

Luoxia Caixia felt as if she had been pardoned. She crawled out and the palace door closed again.

When the last trace of human voice disappeared, Xie Zhenrong's strength was instantly drained away.

She slumped back onto the cold Phoenix throne, her carefully applied makeup unable to conceal the scarlet bloodshot eyes and the bottomless fear.

She gripped the armrest tightly, her nails scraping against the smooth sandalwood, making a harsh sound.

"Wen Li'er..."

She muttered to herself, unconsciously twisting the tassels hanging from her belt.

"Don't even think about... don't even think about taking everything from me! This harem belongs to me... The Emperor... must also belong to me!"

At the same time, at the other end of the palace.

Because His Majesty was present, the carriage arrived directly in front of the Bixi Palace.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and Yan Shixu was the first to get off.

Just as he stretched out his arm towards Wen Li'er who was still on the shaft of the cart, a dazzling white light suddenly tore through the inky night sky, illuminating the sky and the earth!

Then, there was a loud 'boom'.

"Ah!" Wen Li'er in the car was startled by the thunder that was so close to her and let out a low cry.

Yan Shixu reacted very quickly, and with his long arms, he embraced Wen Li'er in his arms.

He used his wide cloak to cover her head, almost half-holding her in his arms, and stepped onto the high steps of the Bixi Palace in a few steps.

Just as the two of them stepped into the palace gate one after the other—

“Crash—!!!”

The rain is pouring down!