Chapter 52 Let’s Take Revenge
The blood in his body turned cold, and he muttered to himself, his eyes full of madness and determination: "You forced me to do this... You forced me to do this..."
Jun Lin narrowed his eyes, waiting for his next words.
"Kill, kill Emperor Jing for me——"
As he shouted, the plainclothes assassins hiding in the crowd attacked in groups, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
Some people pretended to be loyal and shouted "Protect her" in a panic, but in fact they had a sinister hope to kill her.
Kill this demon.
The soldiers guarding the surrounding area were on guard to protect the crowd, and the assassins were all stopped by one person.
The burly man carrying the heavy sword moved again with unimaginable strength. He swung a punch through the high-speed airflow that seemed to be clamoring to cut through the air.
He spins and kicks sideways, his fists are powerful enough to make the wind fly, and one man can block the passage of ten thousand.
Jun Lin said softly: "Minghe, Mr. Man, come to me."
The two of them hurriedly approached Jun Lin and received her protection.
They are all civil officials. Minghe only knows some simple self-defense moves, and Man Lao is a true scholar who doesn't know any martial arts. The fight on the field is dangerous now. Jun Lin is afraid that they will get hurt, so it is safer to protect them himself.
Although Manhuang usually looks dull and stupid like a piece of wood, he is more famous as a vicious dog than a loyal dog, because he kills people as easily and naturally as cutting cabbage, and he never shows mercy or hesitation.
His tall and sturdy body did not affect his agility at all, but instead increased his defense. His muscles were solid and strong, bulging with power and beauty. He wielded a red black iron heavy sword in his hand, and soon all the assassins fell down.
He put the sword back into the scabbard behind his back and walked honestly to stand behind Jun Lin.
Governor Li's pupils suddenly dilated, and he stared blankly at the assassins' corpses scattered all over the ground, his body shaking violently. Those were the strongest group under his command...
What kind of monster is that person?
The scene was eerily quiet for a while, and no one seemed to have reacted to what had just happened. Everything happened so fast that it was unbelievable. When they came to their senses, there were corpses all over the ground and Emperor Jing's contented smile.
Jun Lin propped up her arms, resting her chin on the backs of her crossed hands, and looked at the man lying on the ground with interest. She sighed, "You are really useless."
He added: "Whether it is being an official or being a human being."
His eyes were bloodshot and filled with sorrow and despair.
Jun Lin signaled with his eyes, and immediately two soldiers came over and held Governor Li's body down, making it impossible for him to move no matter how hard he struggled.
The people around him looked at him coldly, and the scenes of oppression in the past were still vivid in their minds.
No one has forgotten this man's arrogant words:
"I am the governor. Who in this world dares to touch me?"
"Emperor Jing? Hahahaha, she doesn't care about anything! Even if she does, so what? I have the protection of the Grand Empress Dowager. Emperor Jing wouldn't dare to offend the Grandmother!"
"National law? When have I ever been afraid of Minghe? If I want it, the Empress Dowager can give me the position of Left Prime Minister. Where can you go to appeal for justice?"
Where can I go to seek redress?
They could not appeal, but now someone had already sentenced him to death and the evidence was thrown in front of him, making him die with a guilty conscience.
"Kill him..."
"Kill him—"
It started with a tiny sound like ripples of water falling on the surface of a lake, then spread out, layer upon layer, spontaneously, and the shouts of the people grew louder and louder.
They raised their arms and shouted, full of anger: "Kill him!!!"
The smile on Jun Lin's face, as if playing with her prey, had disappeared. She sat upright, her back straight, her eyebrows and eyes looking dignified without anger. Her eyes fell on Governor Li, and her voice was mellow and majestic: "Have you heard the voice of the people?"
He shuddered, and facing the anger of thousands of people, his heart was filled with coldness.
"Kill him—"
"Kill him—"
Like waves, one sound is higher than the other.
Jun Lin stood up and drew the knife from the guard's waist. He walked to the old man who was supported by the young man and handed him the knife in a soft voice: "Go and kill him."
Go get revenge.
Go and kill the beast who has harmed your son, daughter-in-law and grandson.
The wind blew across the man's dark forehead, revealing his long, thin eyebrows. His fair, smooth skin seemed almost translucent in the sunlight.
Narrow eyes, bright red lips, this person who should have been cold and ruthless now softened his expression, and the light in his eyes seemed to contain the misty and rainy feelings of the south of the Yangtze River, extremely gentle.
The old man suddenly wanted to cry. He looked at the face of Emperor Jing with admiration. His fingers like dead wood trembled as he took the weapon from her hand. He said in a hoarse and old voice with a sigh of satisfaction: "Thank you, Your Majesty..."
He pushed away the young man's supporting hand. Even though he walked unsteadily and his hands were shaking with the knife, everyone in the audience couldn't help but hold their breath as his stubborn, skinny body approached Governor Li step by step.
It was as if the old man bore all their hatred for corrupt officials and their indignation at the suffering they had suffered.
Governor Li opened his eyes wide in fear, and with his upper body held down, he struggled and twisted desperately: "Don't... don't come over..."
"I told you to let go, let me go!!!"
That almost hysterical look only made everyone's emotions even colder.
“Squeak——”
It was the sound of a knife breaking through flesh and blood.
"ah--"
His eyes widened and he screamed.
The officials who were watching from the side were horrified, and those who had done something wrong had collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the old man holding the knife.
"This knife was stabbed for my dead son."
“Squeak——”
"This knife is for my kind daughter-in-law."
“Squeak——”
"This knife is for my lovely grandson."
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"This knife is for the girl who was victimized by another family."
The knife fell, hitting his chest seven times in total, blood spurted and splashed all over the old man's face, but he dropped the knife, raised his head to the sky, slowly closed his eyes, and thick tears flowed through the wrinkled corners of his eyes.
I have avenged you.
Today, I finally killed my enemy.
There was a strange silence for a moment, and then there was even louder cheers.
No one is saddened by this execution; it will only serve as a spark to ignite the people's consciousness of resistance once again.
The king of Jingguo is back.
She holds the code and brings order, and no one can bully them at will anymore.
The entire nation shouted heart-wrenchingly, "Long live Emperor Jing!" Even the spies from various countries hiding in the crowd were so shocked by this scene that they were speechless.
Jin Ge was stunned for a moment and then suddenly curled her lips.
It turns out that this is the emperor of Dajing.
This is the bright, vivid, overbearing and irresistible light that shines into the darkness.
Ye Du suddenly felt his throat dry, and he had no place to put the restlessness in his heart. Chu Ri's voice was hoarse and low: "People who are needed by her will be very happy."
Jin Ge glanced at him with a half-smile, her eyes misty and misty, making it difficult to tell her emotions: "But we are enemies."
"I know."
Ye Du's eyes suddenly became calm.
Just jealous.
Because in his miserable life, a life where nothing pleased him and he was not needed, it was such a luxury for him to meet such a dazzling person.
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ps: An urgent news interruption. This is not a story about power struggle! Really not! You see, there is no word "power struggle" in the introduction and tags! Mainly because I really can't write something as brain-burning as power struggle! This is just a story about a strong woman with a single-arrow heroine, but it turns out that the heroine married herself to the country and is devoted to her career without a CP! That's all, and I am a logical idiot, so how dare I call myself a power struggle writer? Everyone, relax and read the story.