Upon hearing this, Zhang Ying seemed to have heard a huge joke and suddenly burst into laughter.
His disdain deepened, even turning into contempt.
He stepped forward, arrogantly picked up a fruit knife, and gestured with it in a pretentious manner.
Suddenly, a long arm stretched out and the knife was placed at Si Jin's neck.
The blade was sharp and clean, severing two strands of the boy's hair, which floated down to the edge of the dragon bed.
Eunuch Lin was so frightened that he almost knelt down before Zhang Ying for a moment.
Si Jin simply looked at him indifferently, without even twitching her eyelashes.
Zhang Ying put away the fruit knife, thinking she had frightened Si Jin, and chuckled to herself:
"Your Majesty, look at this knife, it's so sharp it can cut through a hair. Why don't you peel the apple yourself?"
"Alright."
Si Jin reached out, and Zhang Ying handed her the fruit knife, simultaneously tilting her head back arrogantly to remind her:
"Your Majesty, to be honest, you don't have many days left to live. I advise you to be sensible."
It's just an apple, I'll peel it myself, consider it my last meal before I die..."
The sound stopped abruptly at this point.
Zhang Ying reacted quickly, immediately reaching out to press her bleeding neck.
However, it was too late.
His throat was slit, blood gushed out, and there was no chance of survival.
His eyes widened suddenly, staring in horror and disbelief at the blood-stained boy on the dragon bed.
The boy's eyes were smiling, as if he were admiring some rare work of art.
"You're right, this knife is quite sharp."
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ying crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
Those wide-open eyes seemed not to understand why they were dying.
At this moment, Si Jin finally mustered the strength to stand up from the bed.
The original owner had not eaten for four or five days and was very weak.
When I first stood up, my vision was still a little blurry.
Forgetting his shock, Eunuch Lin quickly went to his side to help him up.
"Your Majesty, just say the word and I will do it."
Si Jin stood there for a while, his vision clearing slightly. He then pushed aside Eunuch Lin, walked a few steps to the sword rack on the east side of the main hall, and suddenly drew out a long sword.
Then, he returned to Zhang Ying's body and severed his head with a single sword stroke.
Blood gushed out, spilling across the magnificent golden hall.
Bright red.
Only then did Si Jin return to the couch, satisfied, and give the instructions:
"Eunuch Lin, take his head and tell the imperial kitchen to prepare some light and easy-to-eat dishes and send them over."
Otherwise, you'll end up like him.
"Yes." Lin Gonggong suppressed his shock and found a few eunuchs to carry the body away.
He then took a brocade box, put the severed head in it, and strode towards the imperial kitchen.
Along the way, a few doubts inevitably arose in my mind.
After gaining His Majesty's trust, Yun Munian repeatedly warned His Majesty not to kill.
His Majesty listens to him the most, and in recent years he has even skipped the autumn hunt. He has been criticized for being incompetent and cowardly, but today he actually killed Zhang Ying.
Could it be that His Majesty has fallen ill and suddenly changed his temperament?
That would be excellent.
In this way, they will no longer be bullied.
The palace maids and nannies in the imperial kitchen originally disdained to cook for Sijin.
After all, the Prince of Liang was about to attack, and they had already tacitly accepted that the capital would change hands, so they didn't take Si Jin seriously at all.
However, when they saw the heads, they were frightened and quickly prepared a table full of dishes as Si Jin had requested, and respectfully delivered them over.
Si Jin ate a simple meal, regained some strength, and began searching for other clues in the original owner's memories.
Yu Jingyuan will break into the city on the original owner's twentieth birthday, which is the day after tomorrow.
Two days is enough time for them to turn the tables.
When she had a fever, Si Jin had slept enough and didn't want to rest anymore.
He decided to take advantage of the darkness to get up and go out, laying out his grand plan for counterattack.
Isn't it just a rebel army of 100,000 people?
He alone could make them never return!
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