Zeng Yaxian stood calmly on the steps, watching everyone present, their passion and fighting spirit soaring.
All the armored soldiers drank the strong liquor in their bowls with great gusto, then smashed the bowls to the ground.
When she heard the sound of porcelain bowls shattering one after another, Zeng Yaxian's legs were already starting to give way.
She slowly took a step back, leaning tightly against the old woman, her eyes lowered to conceal the expression in them.
Zhao Qingshu continued his inflammatory remarks, and no one paid any attention to Zeng Yaxian's condition.
Until Zeng Ziyong gave the order, just as he was about to lead his troops out in a grand procession.
But as he took a step, he swayed and suddenly realized something was wrong.
The soldiers below were initially surprised by his staggering movements, but suddenly they also felt a burning sensation in their internal organs, as if a raging fire was burning inside.
Everyone clutched their stomachs in confusion. Zeng Ziyong exchanged a glance with his son, their eyes still somewhat dazed.
But as Zhao Qingshu felt the unbearable pain in her abdomen, she suddenly realized something.
He gritted his teeth and looked straight at Zeng Yaxian's face, where he saw her standing there with a pale face and a calm and gentle expression.
For some reason, seeing her expression made Zhao Qingshu's heart slowly sink.
He strode over to Zeng Yaxian, grabbed her hand abruptly, and demanded sharply, "What's going on?"
"Why am I experiencing such severe abdominal pain? Zeng Yaxian, what did you do?!"
Zeng Yaxian stumbled as he pulled her, almost falling to the ground.
However, despite sensing Zhao Qingshu's anger, she slowly raised her head and smiled, her gleaming white teeth seemingly dripping with blood.
Zhao Qingshu's eyes narrowed sharply, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his throat: "Zeng Yaxian? You put something in the drink?"
"You put something in the drink?"
He raised his hand to slap her hard, but Zeng Yaxian grabbed his hand and flung him away, causing Zhao Qingshu to fall heavily to the ground.
With a muffled thud, Zeng Ziyong and his son collapsed, unable to withstand the strain. Everyone present was drenched in sweat, clutching their stomachs and rolling on the ground, groaning and crying out in pain.
Everyone stared at Zeng Yaxian with disbelief.
She just smiled, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Her tone was unusually calm: "I've poisoned it. I've put poison in the wine. No one will see the sun tomorrow."
Her voice was light and airy, yet it startled everyone, making them feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Zhao Qingshu was terrified. She scrambled back a few steps, shouting, "Hidden Guards! Hidden Guards! Quickly seize this insane woman!"
Zhao Qingshu had sent out half of his hidden guards to keep watch outside, leaving only a third of them by his side. As soon as he finished speaking, the hidden guards revealed their true forms.
Dozens of dark figures appeared around Zeng Yaxian in an instant.
Zeng Yaxian didn't cry when she drank the poisoned wine, nor did she cry when she was enduring the churning pain in her abdomen. But when she saw the hidden guards beside Zhao Qingshu, her eyes instantly turned red.
"Girls, go on."
"You have been waiting for this day for a long time."
Upon hearing Zeng Yaxian's nasal voice, all the guards' eyes instantly reddened, the veins on their wrists bulged, and they gripped their longswords tightly before rushing towards Zhao Qingshu.
Zeng Ziyong, who was lying to the side, could hardly believe his eyes as he looked at the sudden turn of events.
He tried to grit his teeth and get up from the ground, but after drinking a whole bowl of poisoned wine, he was completely powerless and could only tremble as he shouted to Zeng Yaxian:
"Are you crazy, Zeng Yaxian! We are your father and brothers! How could you do such a thing?"
"Did you poison your uncle and cousin to ensure the Zeng family line ends?"
Zeng Yaxian smiled gently upon hearing this.
She picked up a longsword from the ground and dragged it toward Zeng Ziyong, the blade scraping against the ground with a grating sound.
Although only a small amount of the poisoned wine was ingested, the effects of the poison caused Zeng Yaxian to stagger slightly.
She walked to Zeng Ziyong's side and slowly squatted down, lowering her head to look him earnestly in the eye: "Father and brother?"
"No descendants?"
"Uncle...you should know better than me how my parents died?"
Zeng Ziyong's eyes narrowed sharply as he looked at her in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"
Zeng Yaxian shook her head and lowered her eyes: "I'm asking you, who exactly murdered my parents?"
Zeng Ziyong's pupils dilated, and his blood ran cold. He coughed up a mouthful of blood in agony, then gritted his teeth: "It was that dog emperor... they wanted to rebel, and that dog emperor... ahhh—"
Before he could finish speaking, Zeng Yaxian stood up, took the long sword in her hand, and gently flicked Zeng Ziyong's wrist and ankle.
"Disloyal, unjust, and unfilial." Her voice was filled with sorrow.
In an instant, blood splattered, and Zeng Yaxian ripped out the tendons in her hands and feet.
Zeng Yaxian felt the salty smell on the tip of her nose, coughed a few times, and looked like a ghost.
She glanced at her cousin beside her, leaned on her longsword, and walked step by step toward him.
My cousin vomited several mouthfuls of blood and drank a whole bowl of poisoned wine; he had long since lost the ability to resist.
He was already in a daze, but Zeng Yaxian's actions startled him awake in an instant.
He cried out in terror, "It was my father who killed them! It was my father who killed them! Ya Ya, I don't know anything! I don't know anything!"
Zeng Yaxian nodded, slowly walked to his side, looked at her cousin's terrified face, raised her hand and brought down the knife, killing him instantly.
Everyone present was stunned by the bloody scene before them.
As Zhao Qingshu watched Zeng Yaxian, covered in blood, staggering toward him, and glancing out of the corner of his eye at the corpses of the hidden guards all around him, he was almost paralyzed with fear.
He scrambled backward using both hands and feet, but could only watch helplessly as Zeng Yaxian was already in front of him. He forced himself to beg for mercy.
"Yaya...Yaya..."
“I really didn’t know they were the real killers who murdered your parents! I never imagined they were these kinds of people, I never imagined they would murder your parents…”
"If I had known... I wouldn't have gone to them... Everything I did was for you, all for you!"
Zeng Yaxian's mind was already somewhat hazy. She tilted her head slightly, and then giggled twice, as if she had thought of something.
Do you know who taught me martial arts?
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