Chapter 12 Chapter 12 "Jiu Zhao Shen Ji is crazy, she wants to kill me...
From the moment Meng Chu delivered that "long speech", Zhu Ying knew that he was doomed.
Emotionally, he supported all of Jiu Zhao's actions and sincerely believed that no punishment was excessive given Meng Chu's arrogance. However, from a legal perspective, he could also imagine the consequences of Jiu Zhao taking action himself.
"Your Highness, there's no need to dirty your hands with such a trivial matter as punishing the Prince of the Divine King. Just let me do it. I will definitely satisfy Your Highness."
The moment Jiu Zhao put away the Divine Invisibility Clothes, he pleaded earnestly in secret words.
Jiu Zhao's voice was unusually calm as he replied, "Meng Chu is vindictive by nature, and he has the indulgence of the Northern Divine King. If you were to take charge of the punishment today, even if they can't do anything to me, they will definitely cause trouble for you in the future. There's no point in saying more; I've made up my mind."
After saying that, Jiu Zhao released their clasped hands.
Zhu Ying, who listened to her words word for word, couldn't explain what he felt at the moment.
At the end of his sight, the goddess in red jumped off the high wall, like a ball of fire that ignited everything, and crashed into everyone's heart.
The residence of the Northern God King is like the snowy and windy weather of the North.
In a world covered in silver, there will never be a blatant red like a raging fire.
It is this abruptness that creates the ultimate brightness, which is so aggressive that it takes the breath away of everyone present at first sight.
A hint of surprise and greed quickly appeared in Meng Chu's eyes.
It was during this brief interval, during which Meng Chu did not immediately realize the current situation, that the divine whip, which was also burning with a red glow, appeared in Jiu Zhao's white palm.
“She’s a jinx.
"The Queen was about to recover, but because of giving birth to her—
"What is it? Why don't you explain it clearly in front of me, Prince Divine King?"
Jiu Zhao slowly repeated Meng Chu's words, and at the same time, there was a flickering light floating in her eyes.
She, she heard everything—
Damn it, in broad daylight, how could she have the leisure to run to the God King Palace in Erqingtian to eavesdrop?!
The last glimmer of hope was extinguished by Jiu Zhao's words.
Meng Chu shouted silently while thinking with his brain, which had great potential in the face of crisis:
If I admit it, according to Jiu Zhao's temper, I will be skinned alive if I don't die.
If you refuse to admit it, it seems more likely that you will have a chance of survival.
Besides, with Jiu Zhao and Zhu Yingcai, he had four or five people behind him. This matter concerned the safety of the northern border. Zhu Yan probably wouldn't dare to go out of his way and tell the truth, even if it disturbed the Purple Palace of the God Emperor.
Yes, yes, it would be better if we could disturb the God Emperor’s Ziwei Palace.
It's okay.
None of this matters.
Jiu Zhao is a Golden Immortal, and I am also a Golden Immortal.
If a real fight breaks out, can he be killed by Jiu Zhao?
Meng Chu consoled himself, signaling with his eyes to his companions to quickly seek help from King Chongli. He then turned and, with a steely gaze, met Jiu Zhao's gaze. "Your Highness, Meng Chu, greets Her Highness the Divine Princess. However, I do not understand a single word you have spoken. I do not understand a single word."
The fire in Jiu Zhao's pupils grew brighter as he walked forward step by step.
It was a rare moment for her not to squint her eyes and lift up her sleeves in a quarrelsome gesture, as she usually did.
When she was close enough to see every change in Meng Chu's expression, she chuckled softly and lowered her head to gently stroke the handle of the divine whip: "Whether you understand or not, it doesn't matter to me. Anyway, I'm in a bad mood today, and I have to find something to vent my anger -"
As she finished speaking, the situation suddenly changed, and along with her voice rose the sharp wind of a whip!
Meng Chuxin cried out in alarm and quickly cast a spell to resist.
The nine-tailed fox clan is naturally close to the metal element. Their fur, claws, and bones can all be made into magical tools with powerful defensive power.
I saw a fan-shaped arc of light forming a barrier, blocking him and Jiu Zhao, and suddenly the divine whip could not advance an inch.
Meng Chu's face was hidden behind the translucent defensive barrier and could not be seen clearly, but the curve of his lips was particularly dazzling, showing his inner pride.
Wait for a moment.
When my father arrives, I will be safe.
Without attacking Jiu Zhao, just using the defensive barrier to break her attack technique would be enough to immediately humiliate her.
Look, the high and mighty goddess was defeated by a minister.
If this isn’t a piece of junk food, what is it?
Meng Chu imagined a scene where Jiu Zhao lost all his majesty, so he increased the release of his immortal power, held up the barrier and approached Jiu Zhao, provoking him with a smile.
"Your Highness, you—"
Before he could finish the words "Why waste your energy", his pupils suddenly widened in fear, reflecting Jiu Zhao's face as sharp as a knife, and the whip that was raised high and attacked again like a tidal wave.
Like a red-hot blade meeting solidified grease, the divine whip easily split the light golden defensive barrier, leaving a winding, bloody mark from Meng Chu's stunned face to his fingers as he pinched his fingers.
"ah!!"
A scream was heard, and the pain became even more intense.
The tone that was broken in Meng Chu's throat gradually turned into a series of continuous screams:
"Ahhhhhh!! Jiu Zhao, how dare you!!!"
"Jiuzhao?"
It is an eternal rule that ministers are not allowed to address their sovereign by his name.
Jiu Zhao called out her own name playfully, the red flames already filling her charming eyes.
She attacked again, and with just two strikes she broke through the defensive barrier that Meng Chu had put up with all his strength, leaving several horrifying streaks of blood on his body.
"Hurry up, come and help me--
"Jiu Zhao Shen Ji is crazy, she wants to kill me——"
Meng Chu was in so much pain that he couldn't speak clearly. He didn't care about the rigid rules of bullying the weak with the majority. He shouted at the northern nobles who had retreated to the sidelines and were not qualified to participate in the conflict. He then randomly selected someone to serve as his human shield during Jiu Zhao's attack.
His despicable means worked, and those men and women who did not want to participate but were concerned about their lives finally joined forces to resist.
Jiu Zhao's immortal power was only at the level of Golden Immortal, and her outburst of anger allowed her to easily injure Meng Chu, but with the combined power of so many high-level Northern nobles, she was inevitably defeated.
Meng Chu, whose face was disfigured by three whips, covered his bleeding eyes. The excessive pain distorted his face, and he was as crazy and miserable as a demon. He saw that Jiu Zhao was gradually exhausted, so he twisted out a wisp of immortal power with his thumb and middle finger, and wanted to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
The duel escalated into a group fight, and Zhu Ying, who had been listening to the advice, immediately joined the battle to protect his master.
He stood in front of Jiu Zhao and blocked Meng Chu's attack with his backhand. Countless red light circles floated in his palms, and then he found his respective targets, knocked to the ground and tied up all the noble children who helped Meng Chu fight against Jiu Zhao.
"How dare you! Her Highness the Divine Princess will not tolerate your offense!"
He loudly rebuked them for their disloyal behavior, and in a moment, only Meng Chu, who was struggling to hold on, was standing opposite Jiu Zhao.
After helping Jiu Zhao, Zhu Ying stopped talking nonsense about showing mercy when possible. He estimated the time and the extent that Meng Chu could bear, and with a finger he broke through the surrounding divine barrier, ordering the immortal soldiers who sensed the movement to rush to Ziwei Palace to inform the God Emperor.
Amidst the falling snow, Jiu Zhao's long hair and clothes fluttered in the wind. She whipped Meng Chu, who was madly shouting "I am the prince of the Northern Divine King, not a servant of your Changxi Palace", to the ground. She whipped him again and again, tearing his clothes and flesh apart. The white bones were visible in the most seriously damaged parts.
"Bitch, bitch, Jiu Zhao, you bitch—you hit me, and you think you can get away with it?! Think about it carefully. Putting aside your identity as a goddess, how many people in this vast Sanqing Heaven truly respect you!!!"
At the end of the scolding, half of Meng Chu's true body was beaten out by Jiu Zhao. As a fox, he had not yet cultivated nine tails, and his six furry tails were swinging around behind him. As Meng Chu's breath dissipated, they gradually drooped weakly behind him, losing their immortal light and curling up into a ball of ash.
"Your Highness, you are about to beat the Northern Territory Prince back to his original form."
Zhu Ying finally regained his composure and stepped forward to whisper a reminder.
Jiu Zhao didn't even turn his head, and was about to swing his whip again when the voice of an immortal official suddenly rang out from above the clouds: "The God Emperor and the Northern God King have arrived—"
…
The seriously injured Meng Chu was supported by two medical officers on both sides and taken into the inner hall for treatment. His life or death is unknown.
Except for Zhu Yan, Jiu Zhao and Zhu Ying, everyone else suffered varying degrees of minor injuries and was unable to move. The Divine Emperor had no choice but to temporarily use the main hall of the Northern Territory Royal Residence as a court.
He sat down in the main seat, his eyes scanning Jiu Zhao's body. Only after confirming that Jiu Zhao was not injured did he feel relieved and asked in a gentle yet dignified tone, "Zhao'er, what's going on?"
As it turned out, Meng Chu's idea that Jiu Zhao would tell the Divine Emperor everything he heard from him, and then, due to the lack of evidence prepared in advance, neither side would admit anything and would argue with each other did not exist at all.
Jiu Zhao stood in the hall with his hands behind his back. Upon hearing the Divine Emperor's inquiry, he simply raised his head and said proudly, "To answer Father God, it's nothing serious. I simply didn't like Meng Chu and gave him a beating."
As soon as such arrogant words were spoken, the God Emperor and the Northern God King, who was allowed to sit on the side below, had not yet responded, and the northern ministers who came with the Northern God King Chongli all showed astonishment.
joke!
Who is Meng Chu? He is the future God-King of the North, not an unknown immortal.
Jiu Zhao is so violent and cruel before she even becomes the Divine Emperor. There is no guarantee that the future of Sanqingtian will not be ruined in her hands!
The crowd was excited, and some young and energetic officials could not help but look at Jiu Zhao with resentment.
The Divine Emperor remained calm and composed. "There's always a reason for disagreements. Tell me, what is it?"
"No reason."
Jiu Zhao tightened his jaw and uttered the sentence in a stiff voice.
Seeing that she was so disrespectful to her own father, more ministers from the Northern Territory looked at her sideways and whispers were heard.
“This is also…”
“Too domineering!”
"Even if you are a goddess, you cannot be unreasonable—"
Outsiders don’t know why Jiu Zhao beat people, but Zhu Ying knows it very well.
He took a deep breath and tried to make the truth public under great pressure, but the hem of his clothes that fell at his feet was stepped on by Jiu Zhao.
Jiu Zhao never used any telepathy on him, but his attitude of resistance was clear and unmistakable.
Lan Qi's regretted engagement and the God Queen's early death were both pains she would never forget. Now, in front of everyone, she repeated Meng Chu's evil words and exposed her own scars. Even if she could win the God Emperor's reason not to blame her, and gain the understanding and sympathy of those who were ignorant—
What's the use?
The goddess Jiu Zhao was arrogant by nature, and the pity of her ministers was just another level of insult to her.
Zhu Ying could sense the strange looks from the people around him without turning his head, as if Jiu Zhao had always been an outcast in this noble family.
His heart suddenly contracted uncontrollably, and an unfamiliar feeling of sourness and pity gushed out.
He finally chose to respect Jiu Zhao's wishes, lowered his head, and became the quiet shadow behind her.
Jiu Zhao refused to explain the whole story, and her attendant also kept silent.
Under such circumstances, the people of the Northern Territory, who had lost Meng Chu as their main supporter, guessed that Jiu Zhao, out of pride, was unwilling to argue with them in front of the emperor about the topic of the Divine Queen and Lan Qi. So, they immediately became arrogant and started talking one after another:
"Your Majesty, behold, my prince is a man of true character, and his words are exceptionally informal. He had no real intention of offending His Highness Jiu Zhao; he merely expressed some speculation regarding the ultimate winner of the Immortal Rank Examination."
"Perhaps the Crown Prince's guess for the candidate didn't meet Her Highness's expectations, causing Her Highness' dissatisfaction and leading to the conflict..."
"It's a pity that my prince, who was so devoted to respecting Her Highness, allowed Her Highness to vent her anger, and ended up being beaten like this."
"Please, Your Majesty, make the decision for the Crown Prince and for our ministers—"
The other party's ability to confuse right and wrong was astonishing, and Zhu Ying was so angry that he couldn't help but clench his fists.
He looked at Jiu Zhao's stubborn and straight shoulders, and felt that at that moment she was like an isolated island swept by the surging tide.
Seeing Jiu Zhao's angry silence, the voices of complaints from the North rose one after another.
Just as Meng Chu was about to be completely cleared of all charges and Jiu Zhao was about to be condemned as an unforgivable criminal, Zhu Yan, who had been standing at the back, remaining silent the entire time, strode forward and stood before the Divine Emperor. "Your Majesty, the truth of the matter is not as it seems. I have something to report."
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