Chapter 344 The King of a Lost Nation
Su Muyang listened carefully and wrote down everything.
He slowly stood up and looked down at the dying and blood-soaked Nanzhao Emperor lying on the dragon bed, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
Three months ago, he sneaked into the Nanzhao Palace and planned to assassinate the emperor directly to obtain the antidote.
However, after learning that Yan Shixu had personally gone to Zhennan Pass and secured three months of life extension for Luo Yunzhen, a bolder idea began to grow in his mind.
Now that you've penetrated deeply into the tiger's blood, why not... replace it?
For the past three months, he has been like a silent vine, entwining himself around the beams and pillars of this magnificent yet bloody and filthy palace.
He observed the man who held the supreme authority of Nanzhao with the most humble posture, the most respectful eyes, and the most impeccable service.
He clearly remembered that when Nong Zhixiang was eating, his right index finger would unconsciously rub the inside of the white jade ring on his left thumb;
I clearly remember that when he was frustrated while reviewing memorials, his left eyebrow would raise upwards by a tiny half inch;
Remember that when he sleeps at night, a palace lantern must be left burning on the right side of the dragon bed, and the wick must be made of specially made agarwood shavings.
I clearly remember his tone of voice, his gait, his expression when he was angry, his laughter when he was proud...
Every detail was memorized in his mind, just waiting for this moment.
He didn't even dare to take the risk of contacting Dayan's secret agents who were ambushing in Nanzhao, for fear of failure.
Now, the time has come.
The dagger in his hand, filled with the nausea that had accumulated over three months, stabbed down again without hesitation and with incredible precision.
This time, the target is directly aimed at Nong Zhixiong's heart!
"puff--!"
The dagger pierced through the flesh, punctured the pericardium, and accurately crushed the black heart that was still beating weakly.
“Ugh—!”
Nong Zhixiong's body suddenly arched upwards, and he let out a scream that was not like a human voice, but then stopped abruptly because his mute acupoint was sealed.
He stared at Su Muyang, his eyes filled with overwhelming anger and the deepest despair.
"You...you don't keep your word! What...do you want to do?!"
Su Muyang slowly pulled out the dagger and let the hot blood splash on his hands.
He raised the corners of his lips nonchalantly, revealing a wicked and arrogant smile.
"What for? Of course, I want to sit on the dragon throne of Nanzhao. And then bring your courtiers and your people..."
He leaned down, got close to Nong Zhixiong's rapidly dilating pupils, and said word by word: "...surrender to my Dayan!"
Under Nong Zhixiong's completely frozen gaze, Su Muyang fumbled out a pile of bottles and jars from the secret pocket of his eunuch's uniform.
There are tiny brushes, powders of various colors, and membranes as thin as cicada wings...
Then he quickly walked to the dressing table and picked up a bronze mirror inlaid with gems.
He faced the mirror and began an astonishing performance of disguise in front of the dying Emperor of Nanzhao.
Su Muyang's fingers flew, smearing, pasting, and outlining various materials on his face... His movements were so fast that they almost left afterimages, but with a kind of flowing beauty.
In just half a cup of tea, what was reflected in the bronze mirror was the sinister face of the Nanzhao Emperor Nong Zhixiang.
Su Muyang looked around in the mirror, even deliberately imitating Nong Zhixiong's habitual vicious movements. He pulled the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, and his voice had turned into Nong Zhixiong's slightly sinister and hoarse tone.
"Tsk, this young master is truly a genius. He knows everything."
“Huh…huh…”
Nong Zhixiong's throat made a few final gasping sounds like a broken bellows.
He looked at the face in front of him that looked exactly like his own, and saw the coldness and mockery in the eyes of this familiar yet unfamiliar "self". He didn't know what to feel.
It turns out... the art of disguise is not unique to him, the Ghost King of Nanzhao.
It turns out... the other party's ambitions extend far beyond just his life and antidote.
He... he, Nong Zhixiang, actually personally handed over the country and the people to Dayan.
He...will become the last emperor of Nanzhao, and become...the king of a fallen country.
The overwhelming despair was like an icy tide, completely drowning his last bit of consciousness.
Nong Zhixiang, the Nanzhao emperor who once had the ambition to annex Dayan, was filled with endless regret and fear. His pupils completely dilated, his body slowly collapsed, and he was silent.
Only those eyes, which remained wide open until death, contained the deepest mockery and intense resentment towards fate.
Su Muyang was extremely fast. He tossed Nong Zhixiong's face with his hands. Before long, Nong Zhixiong became Little Yangzi.
When the sound of the flowerpot breaking on the ground was heard, Concubine Li at the door shouted loudly: "There is an assassin, protect the emperor... There is an assassin, protect the emperor..."
The guards who were ten feet away heard the shouting and rushed over with swords drawn.
However, it was still a step too late.
All he saw was the figure of the black-clad assassin escaping through the window, the embarrassed emperor, and Xiao Yangzi, who had fallen in a pool of blood while protecting him.
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