Zhao Qingshu looked at her with fear and confusion.
Looking at the woman covered in blood in front of him, there seemed to be no resemblance whatsoever to the timid and utterly foolish woman he remembered.
He never imagined that his meticulous and thoughtful plan would be completely ruined by the very first step, ruined by this foolish woman!
Zeng Yaxian didn't receive a reply from Zhao Qingshu, so she muttered to herself, "They're all from the Black Shadow Cult."
She looked at the courtyard littered with corpses, including Zhao Qingshu's hidden guards and her own subordinates. She stepped over the bodies and walked up to Zhao Qingshu.
"When severing tendons in the hands and feet, Hei Yin said that you have to use skillful force and sever them cleanly."
"However, she also said that with her by my side to protect me, I don't need to do such a thing."
She walked step by step until she reached Zhao Qingshu's side, then collapsed helplessly in front of him.
Zhao Qingshu stared in terror at Zeng Yaxian's blood-soaked face, his chest heaving violently, yet he still managed a forced smile. He stammered, "Alright, revenge... revenge! Let's go get revenge!"
Zeng Yaxian lowered her eyes. Her face was deathly pale from the poisoning, and her hand holding the knife was trembling, but she was still smiling: "You've deceived me for so many years, and now you want to deceive me again?"
Zhao Qingshu shook her head vehemently: "No, no, you must have misunderstood something, Ya Ya? You must have misunderstood something, right?"
Zeng Yaxian merely gave a wink, and the remaining surviving servants walked to Zhao Qingshu's side, restrained his limbs, and forced him to stand up in a "big" position.
"What are you doing? Ya Ya... Ya Ya! You are my wife! What exactly do you want?"
Zhao Qingshu was barely breathing, but seeing Zeng Yaxian's actions, he had a bad feeling. He struggled with all his might.
But all his guards had been slaughtered, and he was like a fish on a chopping board, unable to resist no matter what he did.
"Don't sever my tendons! Don't...!"
He roared, but Zeng Yaxian's hands did not stop. She bypassed Zhao Qingshu's limbs and instead reached her hands directly under her body.
She ripped open Zhao Qingshu's pants and swiftly stabbed him—
In an instant, all that could be heard was his sharp and painful screams.
Zeng Yaxian then grasped his manhood in her hand, which was dripping with blood.
Zhao Qingshu felt excruciating pain all over his body, gritted his teeth, and looked up at his lower body, only to see a bloody mess beneath him.
Blood dripped from between her fingers, forming blood flowers on the ground.
He immediately fainted.
"I rid the country of a scourge, Father, Mother, your daughter is just like you, I rid the country of a scourge, you should rest in peace now..."
Zeng Yaxian threw what she was holding into the air with a bright smile, and then fell heavily to the ground.
The ground was covered in blood and corpses; the treasonous soldiers had long since died from poisoning.
Several servants held Zeng Yaxian's cold body tightly, tears streaming down their faces: "Master, Master, please hold on, please bear it!"
"You haven't drunk too much poison, just bear with it a little longer, and we'll call Imperial Physician Song to come and save you. You'll definitely be able to hold on until Imperial Physician Song arrives, Master!"
Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto Zeng Yaxian's face, which helped her regain some of her senses.
Looking at the weeping woman before her, she felt as if she were seeing her own dark side for a fleeting moment.
Zeng Yaxian suddenly smiled: "...Don't cry...Don't cry..."
"Kurogakure, I've come to find you..."
After saying this, she suddenly thrust the long sword in her hand toward her heart.
With a "thud," the longsword pierced through her body in an instant.
The guards' eyes widened in shock, and they let out a scream: "Master!"
She looked down and noticed that Zeng Yaxian's lips were moving as if she wanted to say something. She leaned closer to Zeng Yaxian's mouth.
Only then did I hear her intermittent voice:
"I want a divorce... I want... a divorce..."
The gate opened in an instant, and He Jingyan led his soldiers in, only to find not the tense atmosphere he had imagined.
But the ground was littered with corpses.
The well-equipped rebels lay on the ground, their blood flowing like a river, their corpses piled up like small mountains.
The scene before them stunned everyone.
Song Xizhi was startled, her eyelids twitched, and she hurriedly took a few steps forward and saw Zeng Yaxian lying in a pool of blood, covered in blood.
All her subordinates knelt down beside her.
The long sword pierced her heart and went through her back, yet her expression remained calm and gentle.
Song Xizhi felt a chill run down her spine, her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground and ran to Zeng Yaxian's side.
But when she touched Zeng Yaxian's pulse, she felt her skin was ice-cold.
Song Xizhi felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and his mind went almost blank at that moment.
"Why? Why did this happen?"
The guard's hoarse voice reported crisply, "The Zeng family has joined forces with Zhao Qingshu in a rebellion. Now, eight thousand elite troops are at the city gates, and the Zeng family army is on its way, braving wind and rain."
Song Xizhi's breath hitched, and He Jingyan's eyes sharpened in an instant.
He immediately turned around and gave instructions to his adjutant.
The female guard continued in a sorrowful voice, "The mistress poisoned the wine to deceive them into drinking it first. In the end, she beheaded the Zeng father and son to avenge Hei Yin."
Song Xizhi closed his eyes briefly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did she leave any last words?"
The guard's voice trembled as he said, "She only wants a divorce."
Every soldier present felt a jolt in their chest.
...
Because of Zeng Yaxian's choice, Zhao Qingshu's carefully planned rebellion was ruined, and all the soldiers who entered the city were completely brought under control.
All those involved in the case have been dismissed from their posts and are under investigation.
Zhao Qingshu, having only drunk half the wine, was not severely poisoned and was rescued after having his genitals cut off.
He is currently imprisoned in the imperial prison.
Upon hearing the news that Zhao Qingshu had awakened, Song Xizhi had so many questions to ask, and finally decided to go to the imperial prison with He Jingyan.
When they arrived at the prison, they saw Zhao Qingshu wearing prison clothes, pale-faced, with swollen eyelids, and slightly hunched over, looking extremely haggard.
He was no longer as arrogant and smug as before, and even his voice had become soft and gentle.
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