The Hidden Guard’s eyes widened as he was nailed straight onto the pillar of the suspension bridge.
The startled horse dragged the empty carriage, galloping across the suspension bridge like a whirlwind.
ng Qianqian paced to the Hidden Guard’s front, eting his terror-filled gaze, and unhesitatingly pulled out the Red Tassel Spear.
The Hidden Guard collapsed to the ground, his brain matter mixed with blood splattered everywhere.
ng Qianqian turned around without looking back and walked toward Pri Minister Xun, whom she had flung by the side of the suspension bridge.
By now, he had already stood up from the snow, his sharp gaze fixated on ng Qianqian.
ng Qianqian sneered, "Fleeing so fast that you’d even abandon your own son?"
"Well, it’s no surprise. For the foster son who risked his life for you, you discarded him without a second thought. Could anyone still expect you to have a conscience? Am I right, Xun Xiuyuan?"
It was the first ti ng Qianqian had called the Pri Minister by his na, but it felt as if she’d cursed it a hundred tis in her midnight dreams filled with hatred.
"Beco Emperor? What a grand ambition you had! How did it not bloat you to death?"
"Oh, my mistake— you’re just about to die."
Her tone was light and casual as ng Qianqian spoke, walking toward him step by step. When there was a seven-step distance between them, she thrust her spear toward his right eye.
He suddenly raised his hand, catching the Red Tassel Spear in a reverse grip and yanked it hard, pulling ng Qianqian toward him.
He reached out, his hand closing in to seize ng Qianqian’s throat.
Now!
ng Qianqian stared directly into his eyes, raising two fingers. "Great Vajra Finger!"
If struck, his eyeball would surely be gouged out completely.
Pri Minister Xun’s gaze shifted, but it was too late to grip ng Qianqian’s throat. He redirected his hand to intercept hers.
But what he never anticipated was that ng Qianqian’s left hand was just a feint. It was her right hand, fierce and unrelenting, that stabbed into the vital point on his lower abdon.
Pri Minister Xun instantly convulsed in pain.
This was a variation of the Miao King’s technique created by ng Qianqian. Striking the kidneys wasn’t her style, but as a doctor, she knew precisely which acupoints could inflict a fate worse than death.
Pri Minister Xun’s inner strength imdiately diminished by thirty percent as he staggered back several steps, his gaze icy as it rested on ng Qianqian.
ng Qianqian clapped her hands. "Want to call it deceit? I strike wherever I see fit. You brag about being on the battlefield and yet fail to grasp the principle of all’s fair in war. And you still claim your military rits weren’t fabricated?"
"Military exploits, sons, loyalties— from head to toe, inside and out, tell , is there anything about you that isn’t fake? Fake achievents, fake appearances, fake top scholar, fake emotions, and fake loyalties. Oh, and I was talking about your legitimate son’s top scholar title. The only true-born heir of yours is an incompetent fool, a weakling you disdain. The illegitimate son you despised, however, may be descended from the Witch Mountain lineage of Miaojiang. Xun Xiuyuan, do you regret it yet?"
Pri Minister Xun’s state of mind was cultivated to be as still as an ancient well for decades, unperturbed by any ripple.
Yet the mont he heard the last sentence, his immovable expression cracked for the first ti in eternity.
ng Qianqian laughed coldly. "Ah, Miaojiang— once within your grasp, and yet you personally pushed it away with your own hands."
Seeing the slight crack in his composure, however faint, filled ng Qianqian with an exhilarating satisfaction.
"Your entire life, you’ve been scheming, only to eventually fall to your own sches. Do you really think Lu Yuan had Luo San sent to Miaojiang just to mislead others?"
"Do you know the Luo surna is one of the three major surnas of the witches from Miaojiang Witch Mountain? Lu Yuan sent Luo San there to restore his ancestral lineage."
"The illegitimate son you looked down upon is a descendant of the noble witch priestesses of Witch Mountain. His blood carries the divine essence of Witch Mountain, far from being a lowly bastard!"
"Do you regret it now, Xun Xiuyuan!?"
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