Chapter 37 - 3#

She wasn’t without a backup plan.

The Empress Dowager used her spies in various parts of the palace to quietly add many drugs to the emperor’s meals.

Even if Huang Yijie’s actions didn’t go smoothly, as long as she could take the emperor away, someone would break into Qianming Palace and kill the people around Emperor Jingyuan on the spot.

Even if the emperor successfully escaped from Huang Yijie’s hands, as long as the emperor’s power was crushed in a short time, no matter how powerful he was, the entire harem would be nothing more than an inescapable colosseum for him.

After all, the Empress Dowager had people at the palace gates.

It was not impossible to blockade the palace gates for a short time.

The Empress Dowager had already thought very carefully about how to deal with all aspects, even after the soldiers guarding the moat broke in…

But the sound of killing outside tore apart the Empress Dowager’s composure.

In her plan, this scene should not have appeared.

Half of the Empress Dowager’s men had already been sent out by her to wait for an opportunity to kill people when Qianming Palace was unsustainable, and the other half remained in Shoukang Palace for emergencies.

The appearance of the Imperial Guard was within her expectations.

Even, at that moment, the Empress Dowager had decided that her plan was successful.

Only when something happened to the emperor would these Imperial Guards run around like headless flies. After all, that Wei Haidong was a fool who was stupidly loyal to Emperor Jingyuan and could never see the situation clearly.

But killing…?

No, Wei Haidong didn’t have the guts.

If something really happened to Emperor Jingyuan, Wei Haidong would seal off the palace city, contact the city guards, try to arrest the culprit, and maybe even surround Shoukang Palace like just now, but the only thing he dared not do was try to break into Shoukang Palace.

These were two completely different attitudes. Surrounding Shoukang Palace could be said to be a threat or protection… but breaking in… unless Wei Haidong wanted to die!

After the emperor’s accident, the Empress Dowager symbolized the highest power. The entire harem was under her control, and even the new emperor’s ascension had to ask for her opinion. No matter how crazy Wei Haidong was, he couldn’t do such a thing.

…It’s just that Wei Haidong didn’t dare.

But his master dared.

After all, Emperor Jingyuan was a madman.

It was precisely because she realized this the moment she heard the voice that the Empress Dowager couldn’t steady her mind and showed a little shock.

This was impossible.

Did Huang Yijie really fail? How did she fail?

Before Huang Yijie entered the palace, the Empress Dowager had long confirmed that Huang Yijie’s life Gu could control patients who were poisoned by “Song of Sorrow”, which was why she summoned her into the palace from thousands of miles away. Even in order to let her enter the palace logically, the Empress Dowager held this draft selection.

Otherwise, why would she waste her effort to find so many concubines for Emperor Jingyuan?

He couldn’t even have children!

The approaching shouts of killing seemed to indicate that the guards of Shoukang Palace were retreating layer by layer. As a corpse was kicked hard onto the palace gate, the closed door was also kicked open.

Suddenly, the sound of wind and rain, the smell of blood, and the sound of killing outside the hall swept in with the wind. The biting chill made Concubine De shudder unexpectedly.

So cold.

She could feel this chill bursting out from the inside out, almost completely swallowing her up.

She watched helplessly as Emperor Jingyuan appeared before her eyes.

The man was wearing ordinary casual clothes. Except for that unparalleled beautiful face, he seemed no different from thousands of people, but the red clothes on him… no, it shouldn’t be red clothes.

That was a blood-stained garment.

The overly plain clothes, after being stained red, seemed to be swallowed by the bloody smell.

The Empress Dowager said with a cold face: “Emperor, you are too rude!”

She slammed the table and said sternly.

“You sent people to surround Shoukang Palace, broke in without permission, and killed the guards in my palace. What exactly do you want to do with such ruthlessness?”

“Sometimes, I really admire the Empress Dowager’s thick skin.” Emperor Jingyuan said carelessly, “If the skin of people in the world could be as thick as the Empress Dowager’s, then the city walls outside the Great Wall would not need to be built with bricks and tiles.”

“Presumptuous!”

“Presumptuous?” Emperor Jingyuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, his voice low and soft, “How can this be considered presumptuous?”

He waved his hand, and dozens of Imperial Guards poured in behind him.

In their hands, they all pressed a guard of Shoukang Palace, who were all pressed to kneel on the ground.

Emperor Jingyuan stroked the top of one person’s head, grabbed his head, and forced him to face the Empress Dowager. Death followed like a shadow. Under great panic, the guard struggled, trying to plead with the Empress Dowager, hoping that the Empress Dowager could save his life.

That was also the last scene he could see.

That head rolled down silently.

Thud, thud, thud…

It rolled a few times on the ground, blood splattered all over the floor, and finally stopped at the Empress Dowager’s feet.

Emperor Jingyuan just like that, one by one, chopped off all their heads.

Shoukang Palace was filled with a pungent smell of blood, as if countless blood had been spilled to condense such a terrible aura.

Emperor Jingyuan stretched his five fingers and slowly took the handkerchief handed by Shi Lijun, wiping the blood on his body.

“I made a fool of myself.” Emperor Jingyuan said politely, “I haven’t done it for some time, and the chopping wasn’t clean enough.”

The bloody smell rushing straight to her nose made Concubine De retch uncontrollably.

…Only then did she realize that the matter of Concubine Zhang back then was nothing compared to this.

Once Emperor Jingyuan went crazy, he was actually so crazy.

He actually chopped down the guards of Shoukang Palace in front of the Empress Dowager. This was undoubtedly removing the Empress Dowager’s reliance and shaking her foundation!

Has His Majesty completely torn his face with the Empress Dowager?

The Empress Dowager was already trembling with anger, her face flushed red.

“Emperor! You broke into my sleeping palace for no reason and killed the palace guards. Your heart is punishable. Such an unfilial son, even if you are an emperor, it is a great crime!”

Even if Huang Yijie failed, who could prove that what Huang Yijie did was instigated by her? At this time, the Empress Dowager hoped that Huang Yijie would die once and for all, leaving a clean slate.

Even if her surname was Huang, so what? Could it be that there was definitely a relationship?

Where is the evidence!

The Empress Dowager was full of energy and scolded the emperor severely, but for no reason, Concubine De had an illusion that the Empress Dowager was holding on by sheer force of will.

It was just fierce in appearance but weak inside.

“Empress Dowager, I don’t need evidence.” Emperor Jingyuan threw away the handkerchief that could never be wiped dry, and smiled gloomily at the Empress Dowager, “This time, slaughtering all your guards is just a warning.”

All?

Concubine De was shocked.

Immediately afterwards, she saw Emperor Jingyuan lazily clapping his hands. Countless spherical objects were pushed in from the palace gate, rolling around and making crisp slapping sounds…

Densely packed, all fresh human heads.

Those chopped just now, those just thrown in, the entire Shoukang Palace was like a strange slaughterhouse.

“Returned in full.”

Emperor Jingyuan raised his eyes, his cold eyes filled with crazy killing intent. His cool voice fell gently, like indifferent ridicule.

“This is, presumptuous.”

…

“Hah—”

Jingzhe suddenly sat up, clutching his chest and panting heavily. He wiped his face, only to feel cold sweat all over his head and face.

…Just now, he had a nightmare.

In the dream, countless small insects were crawling everywhere, buzzing at him while crawling, shouting terrifying words like mother and king, chasing desperately behind him, scaring Jingzhe into running all the time.

Finally, seeing Rong Jiu’s figure in front, like a savior from heaven, Jingzhe ran quickly towards Rong Jiu.

Rong Jiu seemed to hear Jingzhe’s voice and turned his head—

That face, which should have been beautiful, suddenly had an insect face. The hideous face opened its mouthparts, and two twisted tentacles wriggled and shot towards him.

This terrifying and ugly scene scared Jingzhe crazy, and he woke up from the dream all of a sudden.

But even though he woke up, his mind was full of Rong Jiu with an insect face and human body.

“Jingzhe.”

A clear and cold call scared Jingzhe into a shiver, and he quickly pulled the quilt. In the dream, it was precisely after seeing Rong Jiu that he called him in surprise, and Rong Jiu also called him Jingzhe while lifting his face…

Jingzhe summoned up his courage and looked tremblingly at the person by the bed. The man seemed to have changed into a different set of clothes, which looked darker in color, but a beauty looked good in whatever clothes he wore.

Right now, because of Jingzhe’s strange movements, this beauty was frowning, seemingly not understanding what Jingzhe was playing at.

Jingzhe clutched his heart and collapsed: “Scared me to death, scared me to death…” Fortunately, it was a normal Rong Jiu. If another insect face came, he really couldn’t stand it.

Rong Jiu’s face was so perfect and beautiful, he really couldn’t bear it being replaced by such an ugly insect!

…Insect?

Jingzhe lay on the bed like a corpse, and some fragmented memories began to appear slowly.

The tightly gripped waist, the shaking vision, the uncontrollable moans, the pain of collision, the weird friction…

The stinging and swelling sensation of the flesh was very strange.

It was as if… there was something strange sandwiched in between, being hit so hard that it was difficult to close.

Wait, friction?

Jingzhe was silent for a while, slowly pulled up the quilt to cover his whole body, and then touched down.

He first felt the silky fabric.

Not yesterday’s clothes.

Then, those pants… felt a little wet, but they were still the original clothes…

Strange…

A strange feeling emerged in Jingzhe’s heart, like a feather gently brushing past, not very obvious, but leaving some traces.

“Did you… change all my clothes?” Jingzhe endured the shame and barely asked this question.

Why did he have a vague illusion… that he was stripped naked later… wasn’t the swelling and pain inside… caused by friction… and collision?

Why were the pants still the original pants?

was there something wrong with his memory… or did they really… didn’t his secret get exposed…

“As soon as I touched you, Jingzhe would cry and scream, so I didn’t change them.” Rong Jiu said calmly, “Shall I change them for you now?”

Jingzhe’s head immediately shook frantically like a rattle drum: “No need, thank you, I’ll do it myself!”

He took the clothes handed by Rong Jiu, struggled to change them under the quilt, and then lay flat weakly.

He was a dead fish gasping for air.

Jingzhe thought silently, after being done like this and that by Rong Jiu, and allowing that mushroom to rub until the flesh was swollen, even if nothing happened, he was almost driven crazy.

He was really terrified of Rong Jiu’s desire.

Was it because he had been holding back for too long or what, there was actually a crude feeling of not knowing the proper method, making Jingzhe so pitiful.

“I want… to drink water.”

Jingzhe said weakly.

Soon, Rong Jiu brought water for Jingzhe. Thirsty as hell, he held it and drank several mouthfuls before catching his breath. His pitch-black eyes moved slightly, and he couldn’t help looking towards Rong Jiu’s lower body.

Then, Jingzhe lowered his head and said hesitantly: “…Have you, for a long time… not been with anyone…” The fragments he could remember were a bit too violent, and Jingzhe was afraid of being crushed by him.

Rong Jiu raised his eyebrows, seemingly pondering the meaning of his words, and then said slowly: “There is no one else.”

Huh?

Jingzhe stared blankly at Rong Jiu.

“You are the first one.” Rong Jiu seemed to be talking about some trivial matter, “If you want me to have exquisite skills and serve you well in the future, then I can only practice more on you.”

Calm, indifferent words, but they made Jingzhe’s heart tremble.

The corners of his eyes still had wet redness, traces left after multiple suppressed cries. Rong Jiu was very greedy. Any liquid flowing from his eyes would be swallowed clean by him.

…Is that, service?

Rong Jiu was going to take him apart!

…He could feel the man’s gaze lingering on him, sticky and fanatical, that terrifying wave had not gone far.

Every moment, he was coveting, wanting to devour him.

Jingzhe shivered: “I really, can’t…”

If this continued, Rong Jiu would really strip him naked and do something irreversible.

Someone with no experience… is actually so fierce?

Jingzhe wanted to cry. He was the same, but why didn’t he have any impulse at all?

Author’s Note:

Rong Jiu: That’s frigidity.

Jingzhe: Then you are overindulgence.

Rong Jiu: No.

Jingzhe: Where not!

Rong Jiu: Didn’t go in, so no (calm)

Jingzhe: …