Chapter 211 Severing the Dragon Vein
The ministers knelt amidst the mess, not daring to raise their heads. All that could be heard was the heavy thud of war boots, each step like the drumbeat of death striking the golden brick floor.
"Da, da, da."
Pei Yunjing carried the "Zhanwang" sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground. Although it was unstained with blood, it was even more chilling than if it were.
He walked straight to the table in the center of the platform.
There, the supreme ruler of the Great Sheng Dynasty—the young Emperor Zhao Yuan—was like a frightened quail, huddled tightly in the shadow of the tablecloth, with only the hem of his bright yellow dragon robe trembling violently visible.
"come out."
Pei Yunjing stopped in front of the table, his voice cold and flat.
"No...I won't come out..."
A trembling voice, choked with sobs, came from under the table: "My royal uncle wants to kill me... My royal uncle wants to rebel..."
Pei Yunjing frowned slightly, clearly having lost his patience.
Instead of bending down to grab it, he simply raised his foot and kicked over the heavy rosewood table.
"boom!"
The table overturned, revealing a figure curled up inside.
Looking at the towering shadow before him, and at the gleaming sword, Zhao Yuan's mental defenses completely crumbled.
He crawled over on all fours, grabbed Pei Yunjing's dusty black combat boots, and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Royal Uncle! Royal Uncle, spare my life!"
"I was forced! It was all my mother... it was all the Empress Dowager who forced me!"
"I don't want to harm my aunt, nor my uncle! I'm a victim too! I'm just a child... Uncle, please forgive me this time for the sake of the late Emperor!"
In order to save his own life, the emperor did not hesitate to betray his mother and deny all the blame.
Where is the slightest bit of the emperor's majesty in that groveling, groveling manner?
They're not even as good as beggars on the street.
Pei Yunjing looked down at his nephew, whose face was covered in snot and tears.
This is the emperor of the Great Sheng Dynasty.
This was the monarch he had sworn to serve.
"Get out of here."
Pei Yunjing frowned in disgust, as if shaking off a lump of mud stuck to his shoe, and kicked Zhao Yuan away without any mercy.
"Ouch!"
Zhao Yuan screamed and rolled several times on the ground until he crashed into the glittering golden dragon throne and stopped.
He clutched his chest, watching in horror as Pei Yunjing raised the long sword in his hand.
"No! Don't kill me! I am the emperor! You can't kill me!" Zhao Yuan screamed and closed his eyes.
The courtiers below were so frightened that they held their breath.
Could it be... that the Regent is really going to assassinate the King today?!
However, the expected scene of blood splattering did not occur.
"Clang—!!!"
A bright, cold light suddenly burst forth in the dim candlelight of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Pei Yunjing flicked his wrist and swung his longsword.
Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest reverence.
That sword strike, carrying the resolute determination to sever everything, slammed fiercely into the armrest of the dragon throne!
Clang!
A dull thud of metal hitting the ground rang out.
The pure gold armrest, carved with a dragon's head, was forcibly sheared off, rolled to the ground, spun several times in the silent hall, and finally stopped at Zhao Yuan's feet.
Zhao Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the broken dragon head at his feet. He was so frightened that his whole body went limp, and his crotch became wet again.
Pei Yunjing sheathed his sword with fluid movements, as if he had just severed not a dragon vein, but a withered branch.
He looked down at Zhao Yuan, who was sprawled on the ground, with a disdainful gaze, as if he were looking at a pile of unrecyclable garbage.
"I will not kill you."
Pei Yunjing spoke calmly, his voice carrying a contempt that emanated from his very bones:
"Because I'm afraid of soiling my sword."
He pointed to the broken dragon throne with a missing corner and gave the emperor's final verdict:
"This chair is too high and too heavy."
"You can't sit still."
Pei Yunjing turned around, his black cloak drawing a cold arc in the air:
"They don't even deserve to sit here."
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