Xie Shizhu raised his head abruptly, surprise flickering in his eyes, which was then replaced by a sense of powerlessness. He placed his hands on the ground, his red lips parted as he asked, "What did you say?"
Yan Chou kissed her lips as if he was kissing the most precious uncut jade in the world, and said with a faint smile on his thin lips: "I say, kill the Regent."
Yan Xiuran took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "Yan Chou, if you want to kill me, then do it. Don't let her hands be stained with blood like you. You are a tyrant, and she is not the same kind of person as you!"
Yan Chou sneered, stood up straight, and glanced at everyone with a cold gaze, saying, "Tyrant? My dear ministers, am I a tyrant?"
No one dared to respond to his question.
Yan Chou shifted his gaze to Yan Xiuran's face and said indifferently, "Prince Regent, you are more cruel than me. You killed your own child with your own hands. I can't do such a thing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Chou bent down again, picked up the sword on the ground, and put it into Xie Shizhu's soft and slender palm. Then, he pulled her up from the ground, hooked her waist with one hand, and held her unstable body upright.
Yan Chou's cold lips approached her ear, rubbing gently, and his deep voice seemed to come from the abyss: "Do it, you are my queen, of course you have to get your hands stained with blood like me, only then can you be my woman."
Xie Shizhu wanted to throw away the sword in her hand, but Yan Chou placed his big palm on the back of her hand and held it tightly without letting go.
"don't want!"
Yan Chou chuckled softly, lifted her arm, and when Xie Shizhu resisted with all her strength, he took her hand and thrust the sword straight into Yan Xiuran's body.
With a puff, the sword pierced the heart.
Xie Shizhu's eyes were red, and the fingertips that were held by Yan Chou were trembling. There was no blood on her lips. Seeing Yan Xiuran's facial features twisted in pain, tears instantly welled up in her eyes, and the tears fell like pearls from a broken string.
She wanted to draw back the sword, but Yan Chou seemed to see through her thoughts. He curled his lips, grabbed her hand and pulled it out from Yan Xiuran's chest.
Yan Xiuran had his shoulders held down by the guards. He could feel the blood in his body decreasing little by little, but he had no way to stop it.
Xie Shizhu's tense body relaxed a little, but Yan Chou didn't give her a chance to buffer. He held her hand again and stabbed the sword towards Yan Xiuran's abdomen.
He seemed unsatisfied. When he saw Xie Shizhu's red eyes, a gloomy look covered his face. He drew out the sword again and again, and stabbed it into Yan Xiuran's body again and again.
It was not until Yan Xiu Ran was riddled with wounds and completely died in Xie Shizhu's hands that he removed his big hand from Xie Shizhu's hand.
Xie Shizhu's face was ashen as he watched Yan Xiuran, a living person, lose his life in his hands.
She forced herself to stay conscious and murmured, "Yan Chou, I wish you would die."
Then, her mind went blank and her body slid down. Yan Chou threw down his sword, supported her body which was about to fall to the ground, picked her up horizontally, and held her tightly in his arms.
Yan Chou lowered his eyes and looked at the woman's fainted face, his eyes full of tenderness, and murmured: "Hate it if you want."
Afterwards, under the watchful eyes of all the civil and military officials in the court, he left his birthday banquet holding Xie Shizhu.
As soon as he left, these people cried out in pain and collapsed on the ground, each with a look of despair on their face.
Chang Qing looked down at Yan Xiuran's body, sighed slightly, pinched his brows, and asked the guards to clean up the body.
*
In the three days after the Regent's death, Xie Shizhu's malice value gradually dropped to 5.
The system was extremely happy. It didn't expect that such a difficult world could be completed immediately. For this, it gave Xie Shizhu a thumbs up.
【ox!】
Xie Shizhu was having breakfast at this moment, and sitting next to him was Yan Chou.
Yan Chou solved the troubles around him and still sat firmly on the throne of emperor.
The situation in the palace changed overnight, and all those who had wanted him to step down no longer dared to have any evil thoughts.
The Queen Mother and the Regent were the result of his own rebellion.
He looked at Xie Shizhu tenderly, as if nothing had happened.
Yan Chou didn't move at all, staring at Xie Shizhu quietly. Seeing that she just lowered her head to eat breakfast and didn't even look at him, he didn't get angry.
After all, no one can stop him from favoring Xie Shizhu now.
Yan Chou raised his hand to touch her black hair. Xie Shizhu caught a glimpse of his movement from the corner of her eye and subconsciously shook her shoulders.
Yan Chou was slightly startled, as if something important had suddenly been taken away from a certain part of his heart.
But Xie Shizhu did not resist like before. Instead, she let him gently stroke her hair and ate without saying a word, just like a puppet being controlled by someone.
Yan Chou opened and closed his thin lips, muttering only one word for a long moment: "You..."
Xie Shizhu raised his head, his eyes calm as water, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Your Majesty, why don't you eat? Is today's meal not to your liking?"
She spoke with respect and no longer addressed others as equals.
Her appearance was exactly the gentleness that Yan Chou had longed for before, but when he finally got it, he didn't feel any joy at all.
Yan Chou's bony hands moved away from her soft hair, and like before, he placed his fingers on her lips and rubbed them, trying to make her resist.
Xie Shizhu remained motionless and let him do whatever he wanted. Even if Yan Chou untied her robe in broad daylight, she remained unmoved.
Yan Chou took a deep breath, lowered his head and tied the untied robe belt back on her, and said in a very hoarse voice: "Continue eating."
Hearing this, Xie Shizhu nodded and said in a gentle tone: "I thank the emperor."
Yan Chou suddenly stood up from the chair, his chest felt like a stone was pressing on him, and his breathing was intermittent.
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