Chapter 42: Punishing the guilty ministers and killing the tyrant ruler, Runan Liu Wanqiao, I thank you here...
"Huh? You?" Lou Wanqiao looked at him as if he were a fool. "You?"
She repeated it, her tone inexplicable: "Where do you get your confidence from?"
After being a prince for so long, do you really want to ascend the throne and become the emperor?
Li Lie choked. "Zizhao, I know your journey hasn't been easy, but I can make sure you have everything you want. And that useless guy... Li Su, with his abilities, can't give you anything."
"He's much more obedient than you." Lou Wanqiao smiled, waving a finger in front of him. "I'll give you two choices. First, lay down your weapons and surrender to me. Second, stay with your good brother."
At the moment when Li Lie hesitated, the embroidered spring sword in her hand was unsheathed.
Swiftly and decisively, he thrust it straight into Li Lie's vital point, leaving no room for maneuver. Although he reacted quickly, he still couldn't dodge in time.
The weapons collided with each other with a teeth-grinding sound, and the sharp edges of the weapons slashed past, creating a fierce wind that made people's temples fly.
Li Lie's finest robe was torn, and blood splattered, staining the front of his shirt red.
Lou Wanqiao's gaze fell on his chest from the moment the swords clashed, and a look of sudden realization appeared in his eyes.
"I see……"
I see.
There is an explanation for Li Lie's strange behavior these days.
Her eyes turned sarcastic, and she exerted force with her arm, pressing the blade deeper.
"Lou... Wanqiao!" He coughed up blood, "You can't..."
"You don't think a simple gesture of goodwill can wipe out past grudges, do you?" She leaned in slightly closer, her voice soft and gentle as if it could squeeze water out of her, but her eyes were like a glacier that had been hidden under the sea for ten years. "Li Lianhan has governed the Great Li to this point, and you've handled yourself quite well in it."
The people below were in chaos. Li Lie's men were fighting with hers. Li Su, holding a long sword, looked very different from when she was in the Taoist temple. Her black hair was tied up high, and her bright red headband fluttered in the air.
He looked tall and thin, and his skin was much whiter than the soldiers around him due to years of reading books and examining papers in the Taoist temple. But now he no longer had the casual and indifferent demeanor of the past. The majesty of a royal family emerged from his brows, making people feel intimidated.
"In the past, a traitor stole our country. Fortunately, I received the help of the Junior Minister of the Dali Temple, who saved me in a critical moment. In this world, the people are living in poverty and suffering, and you all see it! The late emperor left a handwritten edict before his death, but it was willfully tampered with by the traitors. Their hearts are damned!" Li Su spoke loudly, his eyes slowly scanning the people around him. His voice was not loud, but it was extremely firm. "I need your help! Kill the traitor and support the Great Li!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone responded loudly.
"Kill the traitors and support Dali!"
"Kill the traitors and support Dali!!"
The cheers that came one after another made one's blood boil, mixed with the harsh friction of weapons clashing. From afar, Lou Wanqiao saw Mu Yunjiao in a red battle robe, riding on a flying cloud.
"Everyone, it's time for this drama to end." A smile played at the corner of her lips, and she glanced at the injured Li Lie and Li Lianhan. A yellow scroll fell from her palm and unfolded. "The truth buried ten years ago will finally see the light of day. Li Lianhan murdered the royal heir, murdered the late emperor, and killed all the loyal ministers. His lackeys even assisted him in his atrocities, confusing right and wrong! I cannot bear to see our Great Li suffer, so today, I will reveal the truth to you all!"
One by one, many invisible sufferings are buried underground.
He couldn't see, none of them could see.
Only the people suffer,
Only the innocent and upright suffer.
Li Lianhan stared, his gaze fixed on the bright yellow imperial edict: "Impossible...!"
"Are you surprised? There's no such thing as an impenetrable wall... If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself. Li Lianhan, you've done so many bad things, and no one can hide this fire." Lou Wanqiao's voice was soft, but it was filled with chilling determination. "You deserve to die!"
This was the first time in Li Lianhan's twenty-plus years that someone had pointed at his nose and said such outrageous things. He was so angry that he was shaking all over, and his imperial dignity had been thrown away.
Li Lie stepped back, standing not far from him. Pain washed over his mind, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. His breath trembled from the pain, and he clutched his chest tightly with one hand, his knuckles turning pale from the strain.
Lou Wanqiao looked at the two of them coldly, the embroidered spring knife in his hand gleaming coldly in the sunlight, like a poisonous snake waiting for its chance to strike.
It shouldn't cause any trouble.
The tiger talisman is in her hand, the enemy is at the gate, and everything is under control.
Seeing Li Su leading the soldiers to suppress the rest of the people, Lou Wanqiao narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. He was about to give this performance a grand ending, but suddenly he felt a chill on the back of his head.
She turned her head sharply and held the long knife across her chest, but the dagger in front of her turned and slashed from the side.
The hair that was tied up high fell down, and the black hair scattered on the shoulders like a waterfall. Lou Wanqiao's heart tightened, and he saw the hair being blown away by the oncoming wind, and the headband was blown away for a long distance.
She quickly came to her senses and kicked the man in front of her in the chest. Li Lianhan instantly flew out like a bird with broken wings.
"puff!"
His body hit the edge of the altar hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He barely supported himself with his hands and did not fall down. His pair of almond-shaped eyes stared straight at Lou Wanqiao, and a cold and inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Li Lie's gaze was also focused on her, or rather, everyone was looking up at her at that time.
Lou Wanqiao was not as flustered as he had expected, but slowly turned his head to look at Li Lie.
Oh, it seems that I didn’t poke it hard enough.
Li Lianhan had been subdued and trapped, but unexpectedly, the seriously injured Li Lie was able to uncoil him. However, this man still hadn't made any progress. Even his sneak attacks were only this far?
Lou Wanqiao suddenly felt extremely bored.
"Is this your trick?" she asked in a low voice, as if talking to herself.
"Lou Wanqiao, I already know your origins! If it's not yours, no matter how hard you try, it's useless!" He pointed back at the long-unseen prince in the audience, "Do you think he can help you realize your wish? Ridiculous!"
His shouting was hoarse and unpleasant, like fingernails scratching on sandpaper.
Lou Wanqiao lowered her head to look at him, as if examining him seriously for the first time. A strange pity appeared in her eyes. "No, you're wrong. To me, you're meaningless, and neither is Li Su."
“I never rely on others.”
Before Li Lianhan could understand the meaning of these words and the compassion in her eyes, Lou Wanqiao turned around and stopped looking at him, instead facing the people under the altar.
Everyone was looking up at her.
Li Su, Mu Yunjiao, and the soldiers in the army.
Those who had experienced life and death with her, all their eyes were focused on her.
Lou Wanqiao looked at these people with an unchanged expression, and as usual, he nonchalantly put the knife in his hand behind his back.
She raised her hands above her head and clasped them tightly, then slowly bent down and bowed to all living beings in heaven and earth.
"Wanqiao of the Runan Liu Clan would like to thank everyone for their help along the way!"
The journey was long and winding.
What about the guilty person they talk about? What about the fugitive? What about the woman?
She was the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple and held great power. This power was not bestowed by anyone, but was obtained by herself and with her own abilities.
She holds everything in her own hands. Even the current emperor has to prostrate himself before her.
This feeling... is so good.
The audience was silent for a moment, with only the sound of wind rustling through the grass and trees.
All that remained in the surroundings was the breathing of all things in the world.
Everyone who learned her true identity for the first time was in great shock.
This name is both strange and familiar to them.
This is a name that should have been erased more than ten years ago and should never appear in this world again.
No one would have thought that the Jade-faced Shura who was now killing people like crazy was actually the youngest daughter of the former Lord Liu.
Everyone also realized belatedly that the daughter of the Liu family was not only overturning the verdict for the Liu family, but was also speaking out for all the people and was doing something extremely treasonous.
She was going to do it.
After one bow, footsteps were heard.
Someone walked towards the altar step by step.
Lou Wanqiao looked up and saw the person coming in. He was wearing a purple python robe, with a tall and straight figure, a long sword hanging at his waist, and his long hair was tied up with a jade crown, with a few strands falling on his temples and moving in the wind.
There is a mole at the corner of his eye, his eyebrows are curved, and he looks like a man of clear and bright wind and moon. His aura is even more powerful than Li Su standing next to him.
Li Lianhan's eyes lit up when he saw him. He moved his body and tried to stand up, but gasped in pain.
Lou Wanqiao's gaze also fell on him, and the two of them looked at each other from afar across the air.
"Your Majesty, I am Wen Xuechi." He spoke loudly, his voice as clear and pleasant as a mountain spring. He paused in front of the altar, his clear peach blossom eyes staring at her intently.
For some reason, she was not troubled by such dangerous scenes before, but now she felt inexplicably uneasy.
It has been a long time since we last met. When he sent me a letter a few days ago, he said he had no idea when he would return. I didn't expect that we would meet again in such a scene.
It's really... just right.
What will happen to him?
In fact, Lou Wanqiao has never trusted anyone.
She had seen the dark side of human nature and always prepared for the worst. Even if Wen Xuechi came to the rescue now, she wouldn't be too surprised.
The surrounding officials were shocked the moment he spoke, and whispers spread among the crowd.
"It's the one in the rumors..."
"It's Marquis Pingyuan!"
"Marquis Pingyuan has returned..."
Lou Wanqiao looked at him quietly, only to see Wen Xuechi walk up to the platform step by step and come in front of her.
He then lowered his head and continued the rest of his sentence slowly and firmly: "I have come to lend a hand to Your Excellency. Punish the guilty ministers and kill the tyrant."
Li Lianhan's eyes widened.
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