Chapter 140: My Blood... Are You Worthy of It? (Script 10)
"The auspicious time has arrived, let's begin the ceremony!"
The former imperial teacher had been waiting for this day for a long time.
Following his order, four priests in black robes walked up to the altar, holding bronze daggers and jade bowls in their hands.
Su Yanzhi was awakened by a basin of cold water.
They forced Su Yanzhi to raise his head, revealing his fragile neck.
Xiao Ziche saw the priest raise the dagger, and the sunlight reflected on the blade with a dazzling light.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
But Xiao Ziche had only one thought in his mind.
Su Yanzhi must not die.
Just as the priest's dagger was about to fall, Xiao Ziche finally cut the rope and rushed to the altar like an arrow.
Xiao Ziche's movements were astonishingly fast, and the guards didn't even have time to stop him. A cold light flashed, and his sword had pierced the chest of the nearest priest.
"Protect the little emperor!"
The former imperial teacher shouted sternly, and more than a dozen guards immediately surrounded him.
Wherever Xiao Ziche's sword went, blood splattered.
Unfortunately, he was outnumbered and was soon forced to the edge of the altar. A cold spear pierced his shoulder, and blood instantly dyed his black brocade robe red.
"Xiao Ziche..."
Su Yanzhi struggled desperately, tears in his eyes.
From this moment on, it no longer matters who Xiao Ziche is.
He remembered every detail of his time with Xiao Ziche, and was willing to believe that the other party had never had the intention of harming him from beginning to end.
"Just go away... leave me alone..."
Su Yanzhi looked at his shoulder stained with blood, his voice hoarse.
Xiao Ziche turned a deaf ear to him. He gritted his teeth, broke the spear tip on his shoulder, and continued to fight forward. Just as Xiao Ziche's body was about to approach Su Yanzhi, a sharp pain suddenly came from his leg.
A hidden arrow pierced Xiao Ziche's calf.
Xiao Ziche knelt on one knee, and blood flowed through the cracks in the stone slabs to the dragon-shaped groove in the center of the altar.
"It's truly a touching relationship between the ruler and his subjects."
Ye Wuchen didn't seem surprised by this scene. He looked down at Xiao Ziche and sneered, "It's too late. Today, I want you to watch with your own eyes as the little emperor becomes the sacrifice for the revival of our dynasty!"
The priest raised the dagger again. Xiao Ziche stretched out his hand in despair, but he could not reach Su Yanzhi.
At this critical moment, he suddenly noticed the direction of his bleeding - the blood was slowly flowing into the dragon-shaped groove, and at the end of the groove was a small hole, which seemed to lead to the ground.
In a flash, Xiao Ziche made a decision.
He jerked the arrow out of his leg and directed the gushing blood directly at the hole.
"I said..."
Xiao Ziche's pale lips pulled up into a smile: "His life belongs to me, it's not your turn to decide!"
His blood poured into the hole.
The altar suddenly shook violently, and the dragon-shaped groove emitted golden light.
Seeing this, the Imperial Master cried out in horror, "Quick! Stop him! Only the new emperor's blood can be used as a sacrifice..."
It's a pity it's too late.
The golden light became brighter and brighter, and the entire altar began to crack.
Xiao Ziche felt dizzy. He looked up at Su Yanzhi and used his last bit of strength to break the chains that bound Su Yanzhi.
…
"Stop the new emperor! Don't let him get away!"
The priest closest to Su Yanzhi shouted loudly.
Then, the voice stopped abruptly.
A gilded short blade pierced his throat from behind.
He lowered his head in disbelief, but unexpectedly saw blood dripping from the tip of the blade into the dragon-patterned groove, splashing tiny golden rays.
There was a light sound of cloth rubbing against each other behind him. Su Yanzhi, who should have been weak and powerless, had broken free from the chains at some point and was slowly wiping his fingertips with his bright yellow sleeves.
"My blood..."
Su Yanzhi kicked the priest off the altar, his boots embroidered with golden dragons rolling over his terrified eyes. He sneered, "Are you worthy enough to use me?"
The whole place was dead silent.
The old men of the previous dynasty froze in place, watching the young emperor, who had always been as docile as a lamb, bend down and pick up the bronze dagger dropped by the priest.
The movement of his wrist turning was so skillful that it was shocking. The knife light moved between his fingers like a silver fish. Where was the weak look he usually had when holding a pen?
The former imperial teacher's coiled dragon crutch fell to the ground with a clang.
Su Yanzhi chuckled.
This laughter was completely different from his usual docile appearance in the court, and it had a piercing sharpness.
Ye Wuchen took three steps back and bumped into the stone pillar of the altar.
"Master Ye?"
Su Yanzhi called out "Master Ye" slowly, but then seemed to remember something and corrected himself: "No, it doesn't seem appropriate to call you that. After all..."
Having said that, he casually curled the corners of his lips and sneered: "Now you are just a pitiful slave of a fallen country..."
Su Yanzhi deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "slave", and his tone was full of undisguised contempt.
"you!"
Ye Wuchen looked at Su Yanzhi with anger.
Su Yanzhi slowly walked down the stairs, stepping on the priest's body which was still not cold.
Every step made their faces paler.
"Do you really think that I don't know you are hiding in the Regent's Palace?"
Ye Wuchen realized that the situation was not favorable to him, and he was about to turn around and run away, but Su Yanzhi's cold dagger suddenly flew out and nailed him to the pine and cypress tree as he tried to escape.
Suddenly, screams came one after another from the distant woods.
Almost at the same time, countless guards in black armor rushed out from all directions, and the leading general was holding the head of the leader of the death squad who was ambushed in the dark by the old men of the previous dynasty.
Xiao Ziche saw this scene through blurred vision.
His body, which had lost too much blood, finally collapsed, but when he was about to fall to the ground, he was caught steadily by a pair of hands.
Su Yanzhi's warmth could be felt through the blood-stained dragon robe. When the young emperor lowered his head, the touch of his hair brushing against his cheek was so familiar that it was frightening.
In a trance, Xiao Ziche recalled the snowy night ten years ago.
The eight-year-old child curled up in the corner of the ancestral hall, clutching his sleeves and crying silently.
Yes.
That was his first meeting with Su Yanzhi.
Eight-year-old Su Yanzhi looked so small and so fragile, as if his life could be taken away by just the slightest force.
Now ten years have passed...
Su Yanzhi has become the new emperor with great power.
Xiao Ziche's eyes became more and more sleepy, and he slowly closed his eyes.
Su Yanzhi stood up holding the unconscious Xiao Ziche, and the blood-stained hem of his dragon robe swept across the undried bloodstains on the stone steps.
The Black Armored Army around the altar suddenly knelt down in unison.
When Su Yanzhi raised his eyes and looked at the remaining old people from the previous dynasty, there was still a smile on the corner of his lips, but his eyes were full of frost.
"Drag him to the Imperial Prison."
Su Yanzhi said softly, "Remember to hold on for a moment. I want to see them bleed to death with my own eyes."
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