"Let me go!" the little princess shouted, pushed the palace maid away, knelt on the ground and crawled forward, tears immediately falling. She reached out her hand to wipe away her tears, and boldly looked directly at the father whom she had feared since childhood. Her voice was almost trembling, but she still tried to straighten her chest and said slowly: "Father, please take back your order."
"Chun'er!" Zhao Che frowned and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing? Stop making trouble!"
The civil and military officials in the court had different expressions. In the huge Fanggui Hall, only the sound of the wind outside the door echoed back and forth in the hall.
"Seventh brother," the little princess said with red eyes, turning her head to look at Zhao Che, "please help Chun'er. Chun'er doesn't want to get married. Please help me beg father."
"Seventh Brother, take your sister down."
Zhao Che frowned, and after a moment's pause, he finally nodded, pulled Zhao Chun'er up, and said in a deep voice: "Your son obeys your command."
"Father!" Zhao Chun'er suddenly screamed, raised her head, and crystal tears rolled down from her eyes. She wept and said, "Please grant my wish. I would rather marry in the Western Wilderness, I would rather marry in the Southern Frontier, I would rather marry in the frontier. Please, give the order quickly!"
"Chun'er, stop messing around and follow Brother Seven!"
"Father!" Zhao Chun'er pushed Zhao Che away and knelt on the ground stubbornly, kowtowed vigorously, and the sound of his kowtow echoed loudly in the hall. "Father, I beg you, please give the order quickly, I beg you, please give the order."
Emperor Xia did not look at Zhao Chun'er, but said to Zhao Che with a gloomy face: "Seventh Brother!"
Zhao Che frowned, finally lowered his head, pulled Zhao Chun'er up, and walked out of the hall. Zhao Chun'er, who had been holding back her tears, suddenly burst into tears and shouted, "Father! Please give the order quickly, Father. Chun'er will not marry. Father, please..."
Blood dripped from Zhao Chun'er's forehead onto the white yak carpet in the hall, which was a shocking sight. The entire Fanggui Palace was in deathly silence. Everyone carefully looked at Emperor Xia who was sitting at the top of the table out of the corner of their eyes. No one dared to raise their heads.
"Chun'er has always been the most filial child. Your Majesty, there is no need to be angry. Girls just don't want to leave home."
As soon as Concubine Xuan said this, all the guests in the court agreed with her and the atmosphere became lively again. Cui Daxueshi of the Shangshu Bureau shook his head and said, "The princess is kind and filial, which is rare. In ancient times, there was a saying that people cried when they got married. The princess's action is a manifestation of righteousness."
"Your Majesty is kind and loving to the princesses and princes. The children are leaving home and will naturally be sad if they cannot always listen to the teachings of the emperor in the future."
“That’s right, that’s right. It must be like this.” While the place was bustling and no one was paying attention to this side, Chu Qiao stood up carefully and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, a hand grabbed her sleeve. Zhuge Yue was drinking with his head down. When he saw her looking at him, he slowly raised his head. There was still red wine at the corners of his mouth, which made his lips look even more red and his face look even more evil. The man opened his lips slightly, his voice low and hoarse, like mulberry leaves in the wind, his tone slightly rising, "Where are you going?"
Chu Qiao half-knelt down, her face close to Zhuge Yue's eyes, and smiled sarcastically, "Do you know the Fourth Young Master well? Aren't you meddling too much?"
Zhuge Yue leaned forward, his nose almost touching Chu Qiao’s, his warm breath hitting the woman’s cheek, “It is very rude to leave the banquet before it’s over.”
"So what?" Chu Qiao said coldly with a sneer in her eyes, "This is the Great Xia Palace, not your Qingshan Villa. Does the Fourth Young Master always stretch his hands so far?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl grabbed Zhuge Yue's wrist from below, and with a quick flip, she pressed his palm to the ground, away from the corner of her clothes.
Zhuge Yue's eyes were narrow and dark as ink, and he smiled calmly, "If the road is uneven, someone will step on it. Unfortunately, I am still a busybody."
His five fingers formed into claws, turned over, and grasped the wrist. Zhuge Yue's palm slid out of Chu Qiao's hand like a loach, and grabbed the corner of her clothes again.
"Really? I haven't seen you for a few years. Your temperament has really changed. I always thought you were a cold-blooded person who would not be moved by external things."
Chu Qiao inserted two fingers horizontally, swept across Zhuge Yue's elbow sharply, lightly touched it, and then quickly grasped the tendons and acupoints, bending his arm back and holding it down.
"You're too kind. When it comes to being cold-blooded and heartless, I have to admit defeat before you."
The two men exchanged hands fiercely and quickly under their seats, but no one else could see because of the long tablecloth. There was jubilation in the main hall, and no one would cast their eyes on the side hall.
"Haha, what are you two talking about so excitedly? Let me listen too." Li Ce suddenly jumped behind the two of them and leaned over with a smile on his face.
Chu Qiao glanced at Li Ce coldly, then turned around, smiled at Zhuge Yue, and said, "I'm going to the toilet now, are you going to follow me, Fourth Young Master?"
Zhuge Yue was stunned. He had never thought that a girl like her could think of a way to escape peeing in front of a man. The usually cold and indifferent Fourth Young Master Zhuge frowned, and his snow-white cheeks actually blushed, adding a bit of devilish beauty to his appearance.
Chu Qiao stood up, feeling very relaxed, and even reached out her hand to pat Zhuge Yue's cheek, and smiled softly, "Don't follow me, be aware of your identity, you are a noble from one of the seven great clans, how can you follow behind a commoner?"
A crisp snapping sound suddenly rang out, and Zhuge Yue's face turned even redder, and he flew into a rage. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Chu Qiao had already swaggered out of the side hall and disappeared into the thick darkness, while all kinds of strange looks shot over from all directions. The daughters of various families all covered their mouths in astonishment, looking at the arrogant and proud son of the Zhuge family in horror. Obviously, the scene just now fell completely into the eyes of these young ladies who had never taken their eyes off from beginning to end.
The high and mighty fourth young master of the Zhuge family was actually molested by a lowly pariah?
"What a rare opportunity!" Prince Bian Tang, who had been longing for it, sat aside and looked at him with envy and burning eyes.
Zhuge Yue suddenly realized that this man was really annoying. He turned his head away in disgust and watched the singing and dancing in the hall with boredom.
As soon as I walked out of the temple door, the wind outside blew in my face. Chu Qiao frowned and turned around, only to see Li Ce holding up the hem of his brocade robe, pretending to quietly follow behind. When he saw her looking at him, he rubbed his hands somewhat embarrassedly and said, "It's dark outside, I'll go with you."
Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows and her face darkened. Li Ce quickly took two steps back, looking as if he was prepared to be beaten, and said, "I'll wait for you outside."
"Where do you want to wait?" The girl approached slowly with a sweet smile on her face and a murderous tone in her voice.
Li Ce's hair stood on end, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "I'll just stand here and wait for you."
Chu Qiao's expression suddenly relaxed. She stood on tiptoe, reached out and touched Li Ce's head, smiling like a flower, "Be good and listen to me."
Li Ce felt that her smile looked much more ferocious than her usual indifferent look.
Chu Qiao is Yan Xun's trusted subordinate. She must be present at Yan Xun's wedding so as to calm people's hearts and make those with ulterior motives let down their guard. She quickly took a shortcut to the originally planned destination, and the girl secretly said in her heart: All thanks to Zhao Chun'er, otherwise it would have taken a lot of effort to leave like this without being noticed.
The timing was just right. The girl put her fingers to her mouth and suddenly blew out a loud whistle. In the dark night, it sounded like the mournful cry of a night owl.
The shadows hidden in every corner of the imperial city immediately received the signal to act. Countless figures quickly leaped up, and the dark night became their best protection. The girl's face was cold, and a sneer slowly appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Zhenhuang, welcome to hell."
The girl's figure was like a swift leopard, moving back and forth in the dark corridors. The cold wind blew past her ears, like a wild beast hiding in the dark night. Approaching the target, it was an inconspicuous message post located at Xi'an Gate in the northwest of the imperial city.
The target was whistling, lying on the bed with his legs crossed, looking leisurely and contented.
Chu Qiao no longer hesitated, slipped in through the door, no longer concealing herself, and walked in carelessly. As soon as the messenger in the sentry post noticed it, Chu Qiao acted swiftly, swung her arm, and covered the target's mouth tightly with her left hand as he tried to scream. She raised her right hand slightly, and a cold light flashed as she gently and slowly wiped across his throat.
Deep stab! Pull horizontally! No fancy tricks.
Killing is often such a simple matter.
At this moment, the red mark on the messenger's throat rolled up and oozed blood. Chu Qiao let go of her hand. The target's throat made a gurgling sound, and suddenly, the bleeding red scar split open, and bright red blood gushed out, more and more. The target's pupils gradually dilated, and his body fell limply, and the bright red blood quickly flowed out, flowing all over the bed.
Chu Qiao pulled the quilt over the man, then turned and walked out, heading towards her next destination.
This was the mission of her and the Datong Guild, to attack together inside and outside the palace, and within the first hour after Yan Xun raised the banner of rebellion, to paralyze the entire empire’s army and communication system, and turn this Zhenhuang Imperial Capital into a sleeping dead city!
Within an hour, the assassin group of the Daxing Guild achieved fruitful results. Looking at the blue fireworks signals flying high in the sky outside the city, and the sounds of "night owls" ringing out in the imperial city, Chu Qiao slowly breathed a sigh of relief, squatted in the dead silent imperial garden, and drew the last horizontal line with her finger. At this time, there were already a lot of "正" characters densely packed on the ground.
That night, too many people died for no reason. They held different positions and had never even met each other or had any connection with each other in their lives.
The purpose of the Datong Association is to uphold justice on the mainland, build a Datong society, eradicate slavery, and promote equality for all. Therefore, even though they hold enough power to influence the world, they never kill people indiscriminately.
Chu Qiao stood up and just as she turned around, she saw a slender figure standing in the endless night. The cold moonlight sprinkled on his body, transforming into a faint silver glow.
"Good trick." The man in the darkness spoke slowly and indifferently in a low voice.
The initial astonishment had long since disappeared. Chu Qiao stared coldly ahead, looking around calmly to see if there were any other people following her.
"No need to look, there's no one else." The man took two steps forward. Under the moonlight, his purple robe seemed to be covered with a layer of silver mist. His face was handsome, even a little like a woman, but his eyes were as cold as ice. The man walked forward slowly and said in a deep voice, "Where else do you want to go? Who else do you want to kill?"