"A battle report has arrived from Qi. Jiang Zhijing has won! She joined forces with the Northern Di to defeat the Qi royal family. The first thing she did after entering Shengjing was to hold a knife to the emperor's neck and force her father to write an edict of abdication!"
Shen Tangning listened intently, and from Chi Yan's description, she could almost picture the scene.
...
The palace gates were smashed open, and Jiang Zhijing, clad in armor and wielding a long sword, appeared, with a river of blood flowing behind her.
The slow footsteps were like a death knell, and the emperor, hiding under his desk, trembled with fear.
The footsteps suddenly stopped in front of him, the imperial desk was cleaved in two by a sword, the emperor screamed in fright, and was grabbed by the collar and thrown onto the dragon throne.
Jiang Zhijing glanced at him mockingly, her cheeks still stained with someone's blood, her eyes bright and sharp with murderous intent, innocent yet cruel: "Father, your son has come to pay his respects."
The emperor unconsciously glanced down at the still-bleeding longsword, its original color almost unrecognizable, and shuddered again, staring at her in terror and anger:
"You wicked woman, this is... a coup d'état!"
Jiang Zhijing nonchalantly raised the tip of her sword and aimed it at him, moving it inch by inch from his face to his neck, and then to his heart. She enjoyed watching the emperor fall silent in fright, a hint of pleasure curving her lips: "So what if it is?"
Her tone turned cold, and she said sarcastically, "Wasn't this all orchestrated by Father Emperor?"
With his vital point in her grasp, the emperor dared not provoke her any further. He forced a fawning smile and said, "Zhijing, in fact, your father's favorite successor is you. Why should we, father and daughter, have to fight to the death? Here's what we'll do: put down your sword, have your men withdraw, and you will still be the Crown Prince of Qi!"
Regardless, let's keep this madman calm for now.
“That sounds good.” Jiang Zhijing tilted her head and smiled, her eyes thoughtful, and gently pursed her lips. “But I don’t want to be the crown prince now. Who knows when Father will abdicate? Why don’t Father write an edict now and pass the throne to me?”
Her tone was playful, like a young girl's coquettishness, but the emperor felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively roared in anger, "You!"
Before he could even utter the words "Don't push your luck," a sharp blade suddenly kissed his neck, the chill making him shudder and instantly hold his breath.
Jiang Zhijing's tone was filled with doubt, and she said with apparent disappointment, "Father, are you unwilling? Were you lying to me before?"
Her tone turned somber, and she spoke slowly and casually, "You know, I hate being lied to the most."
Her hand trembled unintentionally, and the sword slashed open his neck, blood gushing out. The emperor's heart pounded, and he cried out, his voice trembling, "I...I will write!"
Jiang Zhijing glanced down at him, her eyes cold as she thought:
If it weren't for the fact that they said killing one's father and brothers was a bad reputation, she would have sent her beloved father to meet the King of Hell by now.
Rather than this hypocritical display of father-daughter affection, she would much rather see him horrified and curse her as a wicked daughter and a traitor, and then, after enjoying his incompetent rage, personally kill him.
That would be the best way to end their relationship, which is full of pretense, intrigue, and scheming, wouldn't it?
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