[Host, the system shows that the twenty people in the palace are the dead servants of the Xiao family, and there are less than a hundred soldiers outside. 】
[Where is the manpower of the male protagonist? 】
[The Royal Guards are on their way. 】
【……】
【how long will it takes? 】
【A quarter of an hour. 】
[Ah, this is really troublesome. ] Zheng Xiyao rolled up her sleeves while complaining.
[Host, do you want to take action? 】
[I have endured this for so long in this palace. These people are just here to make me happy. 】
"Your Majesty, aren't you going to take action?" Zheng Xiyao asked the male protagonist. After all, there are also his blood relatives and women in the palace.
"Have fun Yao'er, I won't compete with you." The male protagonist seemed to have expected that she would take action. He chuckled and stretched out his hand to make a 'please' gesture: "This is the gift I promised you, naturally. I need you to uncover it yourself.”
Before the male protagonist could finish speaking, Zheng Xiyao ducked out of the way, knocked down a dead soldier in the blink of an eye, grabbed a knife, and waved it up and down twice.
Zheng Xiyao said speechlessly to the wide-eyed Master Xiao: "You are also from a distinguished family after all. Why are the weapons given to you so crude? I'm afraid it's better to chop wood than this kind of knife."
As he spoke, Zheng Xiyao's body flashed, and all of the dozen dead soldiers in the palace were killed with a sword overnight. Blood flowed into a river in the palace, and no one was left alive.
Zheng Xiyao, who was wearing a long red dress and holding a long sword, slowly walked to the center of the hall, her eyes filled with murderous intent and coldness.
"Is anyone else coming?"
For a moment, there was silence in the hall.
"How could you?" Xiao Ruoxi looked in disbelief at this cold female demon who looked like a messenger from hell.
Zheng Xiyao looked back, without any emotion in her eyes, as if this was what Zheng Xiyao really looked like.
"Perhaps you have forgotten, who am I?" Her father was the Duke of Qing who had led the Northwest Army for more than 20 years, and her master was the best in the world in martial arts. "
Zheng Xiyao sheathed her sword indifferently and responded coldly.
When everyone saw Zheng Xiyao annihilating the assassins in just a few strokes, they felt uneasy for a while.
"Really?" came an old voice from behind Zheng Xiyao. She turned around and found that Duke Qing was being held hostage by Master Xiao.
Zheng Xiyao stared at Master Xiao dangerously, her eyes cold, as if she were looking at a dead person.
"Master Xiao, do you know who the person you are holding hostage is?" Before she could finish her words, Duke Qing, who was being held hostage, suddenly roared. He turned around suddenly, broke away from Master Xiao's control, and quickly He stabbed the chopsticks in his throat, killing him.
A generation of powerful ministers died like this.
"Father!" Xiao Jieyu's shrill cry echoed throughout the Yonghe Hall.
After a while, the Royal Forest Army arrived and wiped out the government soldiers who were making trouble outside the palace.
This assassination ended hastily.
Zheng Xiyao approached the lost Xiao Jieyu. He knelt down and looked at the woman with resentment and hatred in her eyes, waved away the guard who restrained her, and asked with a stern look:
"Why do you do something that is impossible to succeed?"
"Why?" Xiao Jieyu laughed uncontrollably, her features becoming distorted with resentment; "I also want to ask why? I am willing to make you, a sinful girl, my queen. Why should I dance for you like a dancer? Why would I Lost to you?"
Zheng Xiyao chuckled: "Do you know where you lost?"
"What?"
Zheng Xiyao came close to the woman and whispered in her ear: "Only pain can make people unforgettable. If you don't want him to be in pain, you are the one who is in pain. But I have always been afraid of pain."
The woman's original crazy expression gradually faded away. She looked calmly at the man sitting high above her and murmured to herself: "It turns out that you are a pitiful person just like me."
The male protagonist kept looking at Zheng Xiyao, and Xiao Ruoxi suddenly realized that she had never really understood this man.
Xiao Ruoxi smiled miserably and looked directly at Zheng Xiyao; "Even so, you haven't completely won. That glass of wine is delicious, right?"
Zheng Xiyao tilted her head and thought for a while: "To be honest, the taste is average. If you didn't put anything else, it might be better."
"You, you know?" Xiao Jieyu couldn't believe it. She didn't understand why someone would drink it even though they knew it was poison.
"Not only do I know, he also knows." Zheng Xiyao turned her head and smiled at the male protagonist.
"Why?" Xiao Ruoxi followed Zheng Xiyao's gaze and looked at the hero in disbelief.
"Well, because he wants you to die and I want to live."
Zheng Xiyao said playfully.
"Yao'er, come here." The male protagonist greeted Zheng Xiyao. She let go of the woman who had lost her fighting spirit and walked towards the male protagonist.
At this moment, Xiao Ruoxi realized who was behind the plan and who was closing the net, and she was just an abandoned child.
And she and everyone here are just pawns in the game played by these two people.
At this moment, Zheng Xiyao's body suddenly shook, and a stream of heat flowed out of her nose.
Blood spurts out from Zheng Xiyao's mouth and nose, as charming and strange as the other shore flower blooming in the sea of blood.
The male protagonist shouted in panic: "Yao'er!"
Zheng Xiyao looked at the male protagonist, showed a faint smile, and slowly came down.
The male protagonist jumped up and caught Zheng Xiyao's fallen body: "What's wrong, Yao'er, don't play tricks."
Zheng Xiyao showed a faint smile and said softly, "Your Majesty, I don't like this gift very much. I'd better choose the gift myself next time, okay?"
