[Chapter 11: The tyrant who is obsessed with appearances and loves his beautiful personal maid 11]
"Your Majesty, no!!"
Jun Zhenxian looked indifferently at the ministers kneeling below, his expression becoming increasingly ugly.
The ministers, unaware of this, continued.
"Your Majesty, this person is just a lowly slave. How can she become the Queen of Yunqi Kingdom? This is against the rules!"
"Your Majesty, please think twice! How can the Empress be a lowly slave?!"
"emperor……"
“That’s enough!!”
Listening to the person below calling him a lowly slave, Jun Zhenxian's eyes turned red and he interrupted him angrily.
He stood up suddenly, pointing at everyone and angrily shouted: "What! I have been too kind recently, so you have forgotten my methods!"
"You keep calling me a lowly slave, are you trying to remind me of my identity?! Ah!!!"
The hall suddenly became quiet. The person who had been howling the loudest just now didn't dare to fart.
Jun Zhenxian was panting, his scarlet eyes staring quietly at all the people kneeling and lying on the ground, and he couldn't suppress the bloody anger in his heart.
His head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to explode!
These people are bullying his Nian Nian, they all deserve to die!
Damn them all!
His eyes rolled around empty, his gaze fixed on the sword beside him.
Eunuch Fu felt a pang of anxiety when he noticed Jun Zhenxian's uncontrollable murderous intent.
He hurried forward and said tentatively, "Your Majesty, Miss Wen is still waiting for you in the Palace of Heavenly Purity!"
Jun Zhenxian, who was about to pick up the sword, paused.
Eunuch Fu stared at his back nervously.
After seeing Jun Zhenxian sitting back on the dragon throne, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Jun Zhenxian looked at the Imperial Observatory steadily, "I have not asked for your opinions on this matter. If you don't want to, then go ahead and die now. I won't stop you."
"What do you mean, you'd rather die than look for an auspicious day?"
The Imperial Observatory was stared at so hard that he almost peed his pants, and he fell to the ground trembling.
"My lord, I obey your order."
Jun Zhenxian: "Since that's the case..."
"If the Emperor decrees that that lowly maidservant be made empress, I will die right here today!"
In the previous dynasty, an old minister who had always followed the late emperor stood up.
He looked straight at Jun Zhenxian, his back straight, and his tone neither humble nor arrogant.
Eunuch Fu's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously looked at Jun Zhenxian. At this moment, he didn't even care about the rule of not looking directly at his master.
Jun Zhenxian tilted his head, and a bloodthirsty arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, then you can die now!"
The old minister was silent for a while, then suddenly looked up to the heavens and cried out in grief: "Heaven is going to destroy Yunqi! Today...!"
Jun Zhenxian came with a sword in his hand at some point, and the sword in his hand rose and fell.
The hot blood spurted out, but Jun Zhenxian didn't even blink.
The old minister who was still screaming in grief just now now had his eyes wide open and slowly raised his hand as if to touch his neck.
But before he could lift his head, it suddenly bent backwards and rolled off his neck.
The official kneeling behind the old minister saw the head so close to him, screamed miserably, and leaned back with his body going limp.
As he moved, a puddle of water appeared under his body.
Almost at the same time as he pushed away, the old minister's body fell down.
Jun Zhenxian, with blood splattered on his face, shook the blood off the sword expressionlessly.
"It seems you have indeed forgotten who is in charge of Yunqi's world."
"If I wanted to destroy the country, it would be easy. Do I need to do it in advance?"
There was a faint smile on his lips, and his light-colored pupils swept over the frightened people one by one.
The ministers who were swept by his eyes cursed him in their hearts, but did not dare to show it on their faces.
They dragged their limp bodies and kowtowed to Jun Zhenxian.
"Your Majesty, please calm down."
Jun Zhenxian laughed, and his deep voice penetrated into everyone's bones like ice.
When everyone was feeling uneasy, Jun Zhenxian suddenly thrust the sword in his hand into the headless corpse in front of him.
"I hereby declare that Minister Yang has openly rebelled against the court. His property will be confiscated and his entire clan will be executed."
Every word pierced into everyone's heart, shocking them and making them feel a deep chill all over their bodies.
Some people wanted to persuade him, but when they thought of Jun Zhenxian's crazy look, they couldn't say anything.
Everyone is afraid of death, including them.
The courage he had to object just now had completely disappeared after seeing Jun Zhenxian kill people without hesitation.
After the daunting morning court session ended, Eunuch Fu didn't even dare to make any loud noise on his way back.
It was not until they reached the Qianqing Palace that the Junzhen string suddenly stopped.
"Eunuch Fu, prepare some water."
Eunuch Fu nodded hurriedly: "I will prepare it right away."
Eunuch Fu turned and left, trotted two steps, and suddenly turned his head to look back.
The emperor's thin back stood in the sunlight, and his eyes looking towards the bedroom seemed hollow.
Eunuch Fu's eyes were sore and he pursed his lips and looked away.
At this moment, he didn't want to care about Wen Shinian's intention in getting close to the emperor. At least, before her purpose was exposed, she could make the emperor feel happy for a short time.
That's enough.
[Host, the male protagonist is back, but the situation is not good. ]
Wen Shinian was making pastries and stopped when he heard the words.
"Did something happen?"
[Yes, the male protagonist wanted to make the host the queen, but was opposed by the court officials, and thus thought about his own identity. ]
[The male protagonist killed the former minister on the spot, and the poison in his body also took effect.]
Xixi relayed what happened in the court to Wen Shinian.
Wen Shinian couldn't make pastries anymore.
With a gloomy face, she cursed, "Damn old thief, it's too easy for him to die like this!"
She packed up and was about to go look for Jun Zhenxian, but when she caught a glimpse of some finished pastries out of the corner of her eye, she paused.
She took out a handkerchief, picked up two and wrapped them up, then hurried to the bedroom.
Just as she was heading to the bedroom, Jun Zhenxian also suffered from an attack of toxins in his body. He was in pain and holding his head, smashing things in the room.
Eunuch Fu had dismissed everyone early and was now waiting outside the door, listening to the sounds inside with his delicate brows furrowed.
Wen Shinian rushed over, and when Eunuch Fu saw her, he stopped her with a serious expression.
"Miss Wen, the emperor is not feeling well right now and doesn't need any service. Please come back tomorrow."
Wen Shinian: "Eunuch Fu, let me in."
Eunuch Fu looked at her and said, "Miss Wen, if you go in now, you will die."
Wen Shinian reached out and pushed Eunuch Fu away, then opened the door.
"Won't."
Her action was so sudden that Eunuch Fu didn't even have time to react. He could only watch her enter and close the door.
Eunuch Fu stared at the closed door and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
I just hope that Wen Shinian can really control the emperor.
If something happened to her, he would probably no longer be able to serve the emperor.
Eunuch Fu calmed himself down and stood waiting at the door again.
"emperor."
The room was in a mess, with broken pieces of various porcelain scattered everywhere. Not only that, but the tables, chairs, and screens were all overturned on the floor.
Wen Shinian immediately spotted a group of people huddled in the corner of the bed.
She stepped over the mess on the ground, step by step, without hesitation.
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