Xuan Yuan Yu Jing's slap was very strong and powerful, and Ji Xiaoxiao's face instantly became red and swollen. After a short pause, Ji Xiaoxiao casually opened her mouth and chewed, as if she were doing warm-up exercises in a physical education class.
"Xuanyuan clan, you're just Xuanyuan clan. Just because I, Xuanyuan Yujing, gave you a surname doesn't mean you're anything special. A dog is a dog, a beast, greedy and ungrateful." Xuanyuan Yujing's words were very harsh, showing no respect for Ji Xiaoxiao.
Those around them, sharp-eyed and perceptive, all knew of Xuanyuan Yujing's dislike for Ji Xiaoxiao. The two most esteemed figures of the Xuanyuan Dynasty were engaged in a baseless argument, the Emperor insulting his wife as a dog. These ordinary people, indignant, dared not interject. They could only stand quietly, determined to grasp the essence of the sculpture in their hands.
"A dog? Xuan Yuan Yu Jing, how dare you say such a thing? If I'm a dog, then what are you? Now you despise and loathe me, but when you married me, you were even more passionate than me? Looking at you back then, you were worse than a dog. A dog, a beast worse than a pig or a dog, Xuan Yuan Yu Jing, we really are birds of a feather!" Ji Xiaoxiao angrily disregarded etiquette and face, wanting to insult Xuan Yuan Yu Jing as much as possible, even if it meant hurting herself as much as the enemy.
Xuanyuan Yujing's face flushed red, and his raging anger rose like a towering building from the ground. He no longer cared about the illusory affection between husband and wife. "Guards, seize Xuanyuan Shi for me!"
Once that step was taken, Xuanyuan Yujing would have no more feelings for the Xuanyuan clan. "If there is any resistance, life or death will not matter." This was the final verdict of the husband who had shared a bed with her for three years to his hardworking and meritorious wife.
Upon hearing this, Ji Xiaoxiao gasped, then burst into laughter. The laughter was wild, sorrowful, and deafening; bold, heavy, and heart-wrenching.
Ji Xiaoxiao's actions astonished those around her. Everyone assumed that she had been deeply hurt by Xuan Yuan Yu Jing's ruthlessness, leading to mental confusion and incoherence. Those who secretly glanced at her were filled with sympathy mixed with pity.
Ji Xiaoxiao was unaware of everyone's feelings for her. Upon hearing that Xuan Yuan Yu Jing was going to make a move against her, after a burst of wild laughter that consumed the original owner's remaining emotions, all that remained for Ji Xiaoxiao was the excitement of an itchy hand.
"If there is any resistance, regardless of life or death," Xuan Yuan Yu Jing calmly uttered the eight-character mantra. Not to be outdone, he waved his hand forward, and the guards who received the order rushed towards Ji Xiao Xiao.
Ji Xiaoxiao's lips curled into a cold smile, and an overwhelming pressure erupted from her body. Her pure inner force stirred up a gust of wind, sweeping away the dust on the ground, and soared into the sky at lightning speed, dispelling the clouds and leaving only a patch of sky.
His inner force transformed into countless tiny points, seemingly possessing a tangible presence, silently striking the pressure points of everyone in the courtyard. When the people realized they were unable to control themselves, their pupils bulged, their eyes darting around, resembling the unjustly killed and unrepentant corpses—a rather frightening sight.
Ji Xiaoxiao was extremely satisfied with what she had done. With her sharp eyes, she took a whip from one of the thugs, casually swung it on the ground, and said with pleasure, "Xuanyuan Yujing, I've wanted to do this to you for a long time."
Her footwork became increasingly formidable. In a few strides, Ji Xiaoxiao arrived beside Xuan Yuan Yu Jing, her right hand poised to strike. In an instant, she lashed out with a sharp whip. Xuan Yuan Yu Jing's yellow robe embroidered with dragons burst open with a thud, leaving it tattered and in a sorry state.
Ji Xiaoxiao lashed out with her whip, and much of the lingering darkness in the original owner's heart dissipated. She felt a great weight lifted from her body and mind, as light as a feather, almost like she was on drugs. Having tasted the sweetness of it all, Ji Xiaoxiao became increasingly enthusiastic about whipping Xuan Yuan Yu Jing, her blows carrying the force of a whirlwind. After just a few lashes, the pampered Xuan Yuan Yu Jing was already on the verge of death.
The embroidery on the dragon robe was exquisite, seemingly created by nature. The golden dragon, born from the intertwining gold threads, shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, radiating an alluring and intoxicating color. Ji Xiaoxiao lashed out with her whip, severing the connection between the dragon robe and its surroundings, cutting the once complete garment into strips of tattered cloth.
Warm blood seeped through the strips of cloth, flowing away from the wound as gravity seemed to pull it away. Time ticked by, and the once handsome young man, Xuan Yuan Yu Jing, was now covered in blood, his original good looks completely obscured.
A man who used to be able to turn the world upside down was utterly defeated by Ji Xiaoxiao, and even his attempt to retaliate was completely futile.
“Xuanyuan Yujing, I’ve wanted to beat you to a pulp for a long time. Before, whenever you were slightly unhappy, you would always beat and scold me. Xuanyuan raised me and nurtured me into a capable person, for which I am very grateful. Therefore, I have always been obedient to you, following all your unjust orders without the slightest disobedience. To repay your kindness, I eliminated all threats to the Xuanyuan Dynasty; to repay your kindness, I married you; to repay your kindness, I managed your household and bore your children. I did everything I could. I didn’t expect you to be grateful, but instead you called me a dog, an ungrateful beast. I don’t know how others repay a small kindness with great generosity, but I believe what I have done is enough to repay the Xuanyuan Dynasty’s kindness to me. I am grateful, I am content, I can endure, but why did you set your sights on Cheng’er? He is not only my son, but also your son, Xuanyuan Yujing!” Ji Xiaoxiao’s voice grew heavier with each word, and the whip she wielded became weaker and weaker.
After she had her fill of slapping, Ji Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that she had whipped their emperor in front of Minister Xuanyuan Yujing. If those above had lost face, how could those below possibly enjoy the glory and be the center of attention? Considering that she would still need important figures like Lin Zisu in the future, Ji Xiaoxiao had no choice but to make a last-minute attempt to salvage the situation by playing the emotional card.
The emotional appeal worked well, or rather, it was immediately effective. The important figures like Lin Zisu looked at Ji Xiaoxiao with genuine sympathy, while towards Xuan Yuan Yu Jing, they showed both exasperation and a fervent hope that discipline would produce a good son.
Everything has its limits; excess is as bad as deficiency.
Her raised hand fell limply to her side, and tears streamed down her usually calm face like a broken string of pearls. The sobs were faint, and her dark hair, drooping listlessly in the blazing sun, drifted about listlessly.
Ji Xiaoxiao had only intended to feign crying and shed a few tears to gain some impression points and sympathy. Little did she expect that her crying would become so intense that she couldn't stop. Only when a long knife pierced her body, bringing unexpected pain, did Ji Xiaoxiao finally cease her crying.
The difference between heaven and hell is never just a literal difference.
Ji Xiaoxiao turned her head, opened her mouth, and blood gushed out uncontrollably. "It's you."
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