Lu Zhishen's martial arts skills were inferior to Murong Jin's. Although he knew a little, he was only capable of the role of a deputy general.
Just as he was about to resist, numerous silver needles were inserted into his body.
The moment his pupils contracted sharply, he collapsed to his knees with a thud, completely drained of strength.
"Murong Jin".
She gritted her teeth and managed to utter Murong Jin's name with difficulty, "When did you find out?"
Murong Jin stood up under his wide-eyed gaze, then patted her clothes. "Maybe, a long time ago."
After awakening, she didn't think too deeply about it, but then she realized it.
Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.
Misfortune cannot exist in her life.
Because she always eliminates problems completely.
Lu Zhishen felt weak all over, while Murong Jin's legs were fine.
Hahahaha
Ultimately, he was not worthy.
It turns out he had always been a frog in a well, looking down on everyone.
As Murong Jin was about to leave, he asked, "Do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you, but you have to die."
As long as you don't hate them.
If you die, you die.
Murong Jin sat down in his wheelchair as soon as he stepped out the door. "Let's go back. I'm tired."
He nodded, and as he pushed the wheelchair away, the person behind him also had their throat slit.
The courtyard was full of corpses, but Murong Jin never cared about them.
The Emperor's Sleeping Room.
When the old emperor saw Murong Jin being pushed in, he understood that he knew what Lu Zhishen had done.
"The will has been prepared, and it is hoped that the Regent will treat the people of Mongolia well."
The look in the boy's eyes that once seemed to want to kill him has haunted him since that day; he's either witnessing Murong Jin beheading him or killing him...
He's tired after all these years.
"The throne will be passed to Princess Mengling!"
Murong Jin didn't intend for him to die, but she arranged for someone to take special care of him.
The young princess of Meng Kingdom, Meng Ling, was completely bewildered. Later, when she looked at the treaty, she wanted to refuse, but then she heard Murong Jin's words.
"The Mongol Kingdom either survives by clinging to life, or it dies without a burial place. I am not a kind person. I can slaughter an entire country."
Massacre of the nation.
Murong Jin did it; he slaughtered the entire population of a small country, leaving no survivors...
God of Slaughter, and also God of Evil.
When Murong Jin left the Mongol Kingdom, she received many delicious foods, which suggests that the young princess had made up her mind.
Under Da Cheng's protection, life in the Mongol Kingdom will not be too bad.
When Jin Nanzhou saw Murong Jin, he greeted her and then quickly rode away.
Help!
If Jin An were to oppose Murong Jin, he would definitely suffer a terrible fate.
Murong Jin touched the meat pie in her hand, ignoring the impetuous person.
This can be considered a disguised warning.
They had already left people in Mongolia before, and they've left some more now—secret agents responsible for monitoring the new emperor, his customs and traditions, what he wants, and what he wants to do. These are all indispensable.
Food is the most important thing for people.
The people are the foundation of the nation.
On the carriage, Murong Jin wrote a letter. His Majesty opened it personally, but after seeing the few words, he looked away.
The master has already written two letters to His Majesty since he came here. The master truly cares for Da Cheng and His Majesty. If His Majesty were to hurt the master's feelings...
Will my master be sad?
However, since the master doesn't even blink when dealing with Lu Zhishen, he only wants to fulfill his responsibilities to His Majesty. Everything is for the sake of the Great Cheng Dynasty, not for His Majesty.
Halfway there, Murong Jin was dozing off when she heard the sounds of fighting outside.
This is so annoying.
She was tired of this kind of life.
It's all about fighting and killing, or scheming and plotting.
"Yiyi, go and take a look."
They've already entered the Great Cheng era, how can there still be this kind of fighting?
"Master, they are bandits."
Murong Jin: "...Have someone collect it."
If they weren't truly wicked, they'd be taken to the military camp; such people are generally quite loyal and righteous.
After all, she had spared the bandits for a period of time back then.
Yi Yi came over and told her the details of the matter.
Murong Jin paused, her eyes filled with doubt, "Plague?"
Yi nodded. "A plague has broken out in the village, and many people have died. Because it is far from other villages, it takes half a month to walk there, so there is no one within a hundred miles who can help. Now, besides the plague, they are also struggling to find food and clothing, which is why they have come out to rob passersby."
"Go to the village."
Yi Yi looked somewhat conflicted. "Master, I will arrange for someone to go. Why don't you return to the capital first?"
"Yiyi, I implemented treatment methods for the plague three years ago. Now that another plague has appeared, we should at least go and see what kind of plague it is."
Yi took her there, along with those burly men.
In the village, Murong Jin looked at the mask that Yi Yi handed her and shook her head, "No need."
Sitting in a wheelchair, with few people in the village, Murong Jin followed them to the quarantine area. She looked at the people coughing, especially those who said they were weak, had pain in their limbs, and were coughing severely.
More than a dozen people have died. There are no good doctors or renowned physicians here, so the bodies were taken to a separate place and burned separately.
Murong Jin approached an old man and said, "Grandpa, could I have your hand?"
The old man looked at the young man, who was sitting in a wheelchair and dressed in expensive clothes, and dared not provoke him. "No, you should leave here quickly, or you will get infected."
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