Chapter 42: A Cool and Collected Conclusion

  "Your Majesty, I have something to say but I don't know if I should or not." Ba Li Chang Jian stood up, at this moment he was very clear that being cautious and protecting oneself was the most important thing. Leng Zhi Yue's blatant move against Zhuang Fei also proved that she and her son had become a thorn in her side that couldn't be tolerated.

  Let's not talk about other things, if he doesn't stand up and say a word for Zhuang Fei, he will definitely lose the help of Ling Wang Fu. Adding flowers to brocade is not as good as sending charcoal in snowy weather, which makes people more grateful.

  "The king doesn't even know whether he should or shouldn't, but I think if it's for the sake of begging for mercy for Zhuang Fei, then there's no need. If you want her to die an even more miserable death, you can try." Cold Zifei lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes trembled gently in the breeze, like a butterfly's wings, beautiful to the point of being astonishing.

  A hundred-mile-long sword is stuck in my chest, unable to go up or down, and it's really hard to swallow.

  In the Hui Xiang Pavilion, whether it was Emperor Yue himself or the woman sitting beside him, they all glanced over, and just by listening to that muffled hum, they knew how painful it was to be subjected to the needle punishment, and being beaten to death was a punishment in the imperial palace for the lowest-ranking palace maids. Now using it on a concubine's body was really a bit too much.

  The Emperor has already handed over the right to deal with Empress Zhuang to Leng Ziyue, if he intervenes again, wouldn't that be speaking without credibility? How can he maintain his authority in front of the officials later on? Suddenly, a sense of being tongue-tied like Huanglian arose.

  "It's not necessary for King Ming to say more, my previous words were clear enough." He waved his hand, indicating that he should return to his seat. For a moment, the Moon Emperor's eyes flashed with a hint of mystery. Cold Ziyue's disturbance had actually helped him find some clues, and he could finally find the answers he had been seeking for many years.

  "Yes." Baili Changjian nodded his head, and his handsome face looked even more gloomy.

  He patted Zhang Xiao's shoulder lightly, which was a comfort, he had done his best.

  The only consolation is that Empress Zhuang did not betray his mother, otherwise, the situation would be even more difficult to handle.

  "Miss Leng, please spare my aunt's life. She has already received the punishment she deserved. Can you show mercy and let her go?" Zhang Xiao's face was deathly pale, his lips were purple, and his eyes stared intensely at Leng Ziyue.

  He wanted to take a closer look, whether the red-clothed woman in front of him with infinite brilliance was his Yue'er, and why she had changed.

  "Ling Wang, do you still remember what the young lady of Zui Ke Ju said to you? Do you think she will let you off?" Leng Ziyue slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows and lightly curled up the corners of her mouth.

  It feels great to have control over others' lives and deaths. She wants to be a queen, and whoever gets in her way will be eliminated.

  Zhang Xiao suddenly lifted her head, and that cold voice seemed to reverberate in her ears 'A life for a life', had she come to claim his life?

  "You want to save her, it's not like there's no chance. If you have the skill to touch Miss's hem, I'll be merciful and let her off." In memory, Zhang Xiao's martial arts skills were not weak. Cold Zhiyue proposed this condition, just to make a deeper impression on the people in the scene, so that she could return to the manor and slowly deal with those restless women.

  Lao Ling Wang Zhang Zhen seemed to age a lot in an instant, his sharp eyes looked at Leng Ziyue and said in a low voice: "This is true."

  "More genuine than real gold." The words she, Leng Xue, had said were never false. Her eyebrows rose slightly, her hair fluttered like silk threads, and her red dress danced like a butterfly. With every frown and smile, she exuded an innate majesty, her haughty demeanor inspiring awe in those who beheld her.

  "Xiao Er, go and compare with Miss Leng." Zhang Zhen turned his head to look at his son, he was going to take this opportunity to thoroughly teach a lesson to Leng Zi Xuan, see if she still dared to be arrogant.

  "Your Highness, don't bother." Shen Qing lowered his head and whispered in Baili Congyun's ear, he had figured it out, his master was indeed fond of the young lady.

  Apart from other things, it's just that cold and elegant aura on Leng Xue's body, he especially likes it, and it really matches the king.

  "Do you think Zhang Xiao is her opponent?" Bai Li Chen Yan rarely didn't scold Shen Qing, and instead spoke to him in a good mood.

  If his little guy didn't have a chance of winning, how could he set such conditions? She must have planned it out beforehand. If he intervened, he would only ruin her plans and incur her resentment, which he couldn't afford to do.

  Shen Qing rubbed his nose, he was asking for trouble. The flashing silver light when painting had not escaped his eyes, and he didn't know what kind of weapon it was, but it was so fierce.

  "I've wronged you." Looking at Zhuang Fei after she was punished, Zhang Xiao opened his stance, even if it was a debt he owed to Leng Ziyue, he would have to pay it back with his life.

  "I don't know how you want to die." Her pink lips curled up, seemingly smiling yet not, her fiery cloud sleeves were like a fire dragon charging straight at Zhang Xiao's face, swift as lightning.

  Ba Li Hong Feng held up his wine cup, but in fact he admired Leng Zi Yue's courage. In front of his father the emperor, even threats were made with such a calm and gentle tone. "Big brother, guess who will win."

  He couldn't feel Cold Qingyu's inner energy at all, but her every move was as smooth and natural as floating clouds and flowing water, each step pressing in tightly, not giving Zhang Xiao a single opening to get close to her.

  "Haha, I've never seen anyone fight so elegantly and beautifully before." Can't help but say, watching Leng Zixue exchange blows with Zhang Xiao, it's as if she's dancing, her steps light and airy like the wind, her figure ethereal, making one feel like they're floating on clouds and mist, beauty that's beyond imagination.

  "The outcome is already decided." Baili Chunyun had no good feelings towards his several older brothers, and listening to them discussing his little guy made him particularly uncomfortable.

  A pleasant voice mixed with a hint of discontent, adding a touch of intriguing charm to him.

  Following the gaze of Baili Chunxuan, only to see Zhang Xiao's hands were tightly wrapped in red silk, heavily thrown out, and heavily knelt on the ground, with scarlet blood flowing slowly from the corner of his mouth, still seductive.

  "It seems your skills are not up to par, and you won't have the chance to save her." Cold Xue Yue retracted the red silk handkerchief, and in the blink of an eye, a white, tender hand produced a executioner's rod. She casually tossed it to the feet of the guard and coldly said: "Beat her, beat her hard, let her blood drip into that garden bit by bit. If anyone shows mercy, I won't mind personally stripping them of their skin as a warning."

  "Yes." Without any hesitation, the two guards nodded in unison, as if obeying her command was a matter of course, without needing to consider right or wrong.

  Zhang Xiao covered his chest and stood up, wiping away the blood from his lips. He took slow steps towards Leng Zhiyue, "Yue'er, are you really my Yue'er? If not, killing me wouldn't even make you frown!"

  He kept repeating a sentence in his heart, suddenly exerting force and rushing towards the executioner who was about to execute Zhuang Fei. He was willing to bet his life to verify whether Leng Ziyue truly didn't care about him or was just pretending.

  What happened was he didn't have the courage to face it.

  A gust of wind blew across Leng Zhiyue's face, lifting her hair and the hem of her fiery red skirt. A hint of mocking smile played on her lips. Was this man really foolish or just pretending to be?

  Ridiculous to the extreme

  "You're crazy!" Ba Li Chang Jian suddenly stood up, and the table in front of him was overturned with a loud crash.

  A silver light flew towards Zhang Xiao, who was about to push away the guard, at a speed faster than lightning. In an instant, one silver light turned into six, shining with a cold and chilly glow under the sunlight, like needle tips piercing through the skin, slowly seeping into the flesh and blood.

  The silver light narrowly brushed past Zhang Xiao's cheek, cutting off his black hair which fell to the ground. The indistinct silver light flew back into Leng Xue Yue's hand at an even more unbelievable speed. "Want to try if your neck can withstand my Blood Saber?"

  The death of Zhuang Fei is just the beginning, and the worst outcome for the Ling Wang Fu is not that one by one they all die, but rather that they witness with their own eyes the downfall of the entire family.

  Taking his life would be easy, but how could she bear to let him die so easily.

  A delicate dagger with a cold glow appeared in her hand, which was as smooth as jade. No one could believe that it was the small thing in her hand that almost took Zhang Xiao's life.

  "Your Majesty, I'm really sorry, the welcoming banquet was ruined by me, but my promise to you is still valid, Linglong Banquet will not disappoint you." Cold Ziyue watched as Zhuang Fei swallowed her last breath, staring wide-eyed with a look of refusal to die, the evil aura at the corner of her mouth even more pronounced. The rod on the execution ground had been tampered with by her, just two punishments and it would be enough to kill you, when was she ever so merciful?

  "The banquet is over, just remember what you said." Yue Di said as he waved his hand to instruct Liu Gonggong to clean up Zhuang Fei's body. From a distance, the patch of red on the ground was truly dazzling and bloody.

  Leng Xue's eyes narrowed slightly as she turned around with a flourish, one hand raised, her clear and cold voice ringing out, "Your Majesty is so sincere, I will not go back on my word."

  Linglong banquet, it feels quite interesting.

  It seems she still has a long way to go before she can dominate the world on her own. Since she can't avoid it, then face it head-on.

  Watching that fiery figure gradually move further and further away, disappearing into the Imperial Flower Garden, Baili Xuanjing stood up, cupped his hands together in a salute and said: "Your Majesty, I am not feeling well and wish to return to my residence early."

  "In that case." What else could the father and son say in such a situation?

  The Moon Emperor waved his hand and stopped talking.

  The garden was even more quiet after Blood King left the scene. No one dared to speak, and the atmosphere was inexplicably eerie.