Zhao Ji looked flustered and bewildered, with a hint of guilt, her red lips hesitant to speak.
To everyone's surprise, Lao Ai sneered, "Since Your Majesty knew this, why did you play tricks on me and the Empress Dowager?"
Ying Zheng threw away the lamb leg in his hand, wiped the grease off his hands, stood up and said, "I'm full, let's go."
The wicked man stared intently at Lao Ai, his whole body tense. If Lao Ai made any unusual move, he would surely take his life first.
"Your Majesty, now that you're here, don't leave." Lao Ai stared at Ying Zheng with eyes as sharp as a venomous snake, then waved his hand, and the eunuchs behind him immediately took the two children away.
"Whoosh..."
The sound of swords being drawn rang out rapidly, and the imperial guards who had been lying in ambush in the hall surged out, surrounding Ying Zheng and his wicked husband.
Ying Zheng remained calm and said in a composed voice, "I am the ruler of Great Qin. How dare you point your weapons at me?"
The soldiers remained unmoved, their eyes coldly fixed on Ying Zheng.
Lao Ai laughed maniacally, his laughter deranged and piercing. "These are all my men, why would they listen to a dying man like you?"
"Today, Qinian Palace will be your burial place."
Zhao Ji then came to her senses, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Ying Zheng's maniacal laughter.
"Haha..." Ying Zheng's eyes were filled with sadness as he thought to himself, "Mother, even tigers don't eat their cubs, so am I not your son?"
"How could it come to this? How could it come to this?"
It was understandable that their father abandoned them when they were young and returned to Qin, but it was one thing for their mother to choose her lover over them, but she actually conspired with outsiders to kill her own child.
He couldn't understand it!
"Your Majesty, if you can't figure it out, then stop thinking about it! Kill him!" The wicked husband standing behind Ying Zheng had a fierce look on his face. The long staff that was standing on the ground moved with the momentum and swept straight towards Lao Ai's legs.
"Snap..."
"ah!!"
The sound of bones cracking and screams rang out almost simultaneously. Lao Ai collapsed to the ground, his two legs twisted in an irregular shape, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
"Lao Ai..." Upon seeing this, Zhao Ji immediately panicked and rushed to Lao Ai's side with a face full of concern. Then she turned her head, her eyebrows furrowed, and she shouted sternly, "How dare you! Quickly subdue him!"
Upon hearing Zhao Ji's command, the armored soldiers in the palace immediately moved and swarmed towards the wicked husband.
"Your Majesty, stay behind me and never stray too far." The wicked man's eyes were filled with murderous intent, but he did not forget to remind Ying Zheng behind him.
Ying Zheng smiled, drew his sword from his waist, and said in a long voice, "Go ahead and do it. Don't underestimate me."
Remembering the historical record that Ying Zheng was 1.98 meters tall and his sword was about 1.62 meters long, equivalent to having Cao Cao hanging at his waist, his swordsmanship was extremely good, and the wicked husband was immediately relieved.
"Bang!"
With a sweep of the long staff, four or five soldiers who had rushed forward in the front row coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing down a group of rebels behind them.
"Great! That's why everyone says that rebar was invincible in ancient times."
The long staff was extremely easy to use and perfectly suited to his immense strength, which exceeded 1,500 jin. It was nothing like the awkward and inefficient way he used the Qin sword before.
Ying Zheng was not idle either. His longsword was angled very trickily, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, making it impossible to defend against. He easily killed two rebel soldiers who attacked from the side.
As blood splattered everywhere, the villain finally relaxed, pushed off the ground with both feet, and instantly rushed into the crowd, swinging his long stick repeatedly, smashing down swathes of rebel soldiers with a whooshing sound.
"Come on, again! Is this all the skill you've got that you think you can rebel?"
The hundreds of people inside the hall couldn't even withstand a few rounds before being smashed to the ground by the wicked man's long club, all groaning and spitting blood, clearly suffering horrific internal injuries and unable to survive.
Lao Ai, his veins bulging, roared through gritted teeth, "Guards! Kill this man! A reward of a million coins awaits!"
It is said that a great reward will surely bring forth brave men, but the more than three hundred men lying in ambush inside the palace were completely powerless to fight, and not one of them could stand up and stop the villain for even a moment.
"I was careless!"
Lao Ai was filled with regret. He had never expected that the wicked man's fighting strength would be so terrifying. He thought that with three hundred people in this hall, he could chop the wicked man into mincemeat in just a few breaths. Who would have thought that this would be the result?
At this moment.
The soldiers guarding outside the hall rushed in upon hearing the shouts, and were stunned to see the ground littered with fallen soldiers.
"What are you standing there for? Kill them now! I'll reward you with a million coins and the rank of general!" Lao Ai was furious to see that these people were in a daze, but he didn't dare to scold them and quickly made the promise.
"kill!"
Upon hearing Lao Ai's promise, the rebels snapped out of their daze, their eyes burning with fervor, and charged toward the wicked man standing at the front with their weapons.
"Good timing."
The wicked man was not intimidated at all and took the initiative to meet them, carrying a large stick.
Ying Zheng stood behind, sword in hand, dumbfounded. Not to mention Lao Ai and his men, even he was witnessing the wicked husband's bravery and martial prowess for the first time.
"This...this kid is really a beast."
As he watched the villainous man wreaking havoc in the crowd, Ying Zheng instinctively spoke out. Having practiced martial arts and swordsmanship since childhood, he could naturally see that the villain's moves were completely haphazard, relying entirely on brute force to strike the opponent's vitals.
Outside the palace.
"Knock knock knock..."
The dull drumbeats echoed throughout the Qinian Palace.
Upon hearing the drumbeats, Ge You's previously calm expression vanished, his brows furrowed, and he shouted, "Assemble immediately and go to provide support!"
Earlier, just in case, he had taken extra precautions and hidden several military drums outside the palace, which he would beat if things changed or if support was needed.
Upon hearing the drumbeats, his heart sank into a deep unease. He murmured, "Could it be...could it be that those three hundred elite armored soldiers failed to capture the two of them?"
Upon realizing this, he immediately shook his head, dismissing the unrealistic idea, and led his army to the inner palace to investigate.
At this moment, the wicked man had already fought his way to the palace gate, blocking the incoming rebel army from advancing an inch outside the palace.
Amidst the bloody battle, the wicked man didn't forget to shout, "Your Majesty, please don't kill Lao Ai! I need him!"
have to.
Even now, he hasn't forgotten his desire to witness Lao Ai's Wheel-Turning Technique firsthand.
Although Ying Zheng did not know his intention, he did as he was told. With two swift strokes of his longsword, he severed Lao Ai's tendons and stuffed a curtain from the palace into Lao Ai's mouth to prevent him from shouting.
"Ugh... ugh..." Lao Ai struggled violently, but his tendons had been severed, so he couldn't exert any strength at all.
Zhao Ji was heartbroken, her eyes filled with longing for her lover, not even glancing at Ying Zheng, shattering the last glimmer of hope in Ying Zheng's heart.
"Empress Dowager, from today onwards, there will be no more Lao Ai in the world." Ying Zheng's deep gaze fell on Zhao Ji, and then he continued, "And you, from now on, shall live in this Qinian Palace. Without my permission, you shall not leave even a step."
Hearing Ying Zheng's cold and ruthless words, Zhao Ji suddenly looked at him and screamed, "I am your mother, how could you..."
However, Ying Zheng ignored him completely, turned around, picked up his long sword, and walked towards the corridor, leaving behind only a somewhat lonely figure.
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