As soon as the words were spoken, Qi Zhuoyu stopped talking.
He looked like a typical big villain, wanting to give the emperor some time to cough blood and be shocked, then slowly savoring the emperor’s expression as it twisted to the point of bursting.
By the way, he also wanted to give this little imperial consort beside him some time to react.
After all, there was a difference between talking about overthrowing the dynasty and actually doing it. Since he said he wanted to make him his accomplice, he would drag him down to hell together tonight. Qi Zhuoyu suddenly revealed a perverted smile, he was actually looking forward to seeing Feng Xuan’s panicked expression.
After hearing Qi Zhuoyu’s words, the emperor’s face indeed first turned pale, then flushed red, his gaze almost dripping with hatred.
Qi Zhuoyu was very satisfied with the emperor’s change in expression, his mood suddenly improved.
He lifted a strand of Feng Xuan’s hair, asking sinisterly. “What are you thinking?”
Was it fear? Or regret?
When he chose to conspire with this madman, he should have known he was embarking on a path of no return.
Feng Xuan glanced at him, not knowing why Qi Zhuoyu was showing that classic psychopathic smile again.
Thinking about it, he hadn’t seen it for a hundred years, so seeing it now was actually a bit nostalgic.
But was this the time to ask him what he was thinking?
Feng Xuan recalled the scene of him probing the emperor’s primordial spirit earlier, and had an ominous feeling. He felt that according to the plot development, the emperor was probably no longer human now. In the past he wouldn’t have cared, but now the big devil was a mortal!
With no magic, this was no time to act like a psycho.
He was a bit worried that Qi Zhuoyu wouldn’t be able to handle the monster emperor.
As Feng Xuan’s thoughts raced, his silence lasted quite long.
Qi Zhuoyu’s expression darkened, demanding unpleasantly. “Speak.”
Lost in thought, he unconsciously answered Qi Zhuoyu. “Why don’t you just kill the emperor first?”
Qi Zhuoyu’s expression froze.
Feng Xuan tugged at his sleeve, very much like the type of little demon consort who specialized in causing trouble beside a tyrant, and spoke a bit nervously. “You must have heard those stories where villains die from talking too much, right?”
Seeing his awareness and attitude, it seemed he had completely aligned himself with Qi Zhuoyu in the rebel camp.
Qi Zhuoyu hadn’t expected this answer from him.
His expression turned strange as he spoke. “… I talk too much?”
Qi Zhuoyu felt he also didn’t understand Feng Xuan’s attitude now.
Was he really not afraid at all?
“Do you know that if this prince kills the emperor tonight, if the usurpation fails, by following this prince, you will become an eternal sinner recorded in history books. Not only will you be reviled for ten thousand years, your maternal family, the Left Prime Minister, will all be punished because of this, exiled thousands of miles away.” Qi Zhuoyu suddenly said a bunch of threatening words.
After listening, Feng Xuan didn’t know what to say. He hesitated for a moment, then quietly said, “Will you fail?”
Qi Zhuoyu sneered: “How could this prince possibly fail!”
Oh.
Still that Three Realms’ number one competitive elementary school chicken.
Qi Zhuoyu stared at him. “You’re really not afraid at all?”
Feng Xuan thought to himself, what’s wrong with this person, did he absolutely need him to be afraid?
Just as he was about to grumble internally, he suddenly realized that this might not be what Qi Zhuoyu meant to ask.
After Feng Xuan realized something, his expression became a bit odd. “Your Highness. Do you have some kind of… specific need?”
Like forcibly seizing his stepmother, then wanting to see him panic-stricken, teary-eyed, preferring death to submission, frantically struggling and resisting?
Qi Zhuoyu: “…”
Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment, then spoke. “It’s not impossible.”
Looking at Qi Zhuoyu, he decided to be very professional and hugged his own chest with both hands, squirming a little, “Your Highness, don’t do this. I would rather die, die outside, jump from the building, I would never submit to you, you traitor.”
Who knew that after hearing this, Qi Zhuoyu would laugh madly, his shoulders shaking.
Feng Xuan really couldn’t understand what he found so funny. Not everyone’s acting skills were as superb as his, and his own performance was already quite good, okay?
“Enough!”
The emperor, who had been silent on the side, suddenly shouted, interrupting Qi Zhuoyu’s laughter.
Feng Xuan then remembered that the emperor wasn’t dead yet.
But seeing his young wife flirting shamelessly with his son, even if he wasn’t dead, he would be angered to death.
“I’m not dead yet! You pair of adulterers, I won’t let you off tonight!”
Hearing this line, it seemed like there was more to it, as if he could still rise up and fight three hundred rounds.
Sure enough, after the emperor said this, he suddenly got up from the ground, bursting open all the clothes that hadn’t exploded earlier. Then his skin instantly turned purple-blue, the originally loose flesh became hard, and when he opened his mouth, sharp fangs appeared, looking very much like a kind of undead zombie.
But Feng Xuan remembered that he should have died ten years ago.
It turns out it wasn’t an extra ten years of life, but probably forced life extension through pills, which unexpectedly turned him into a zombie.
“Hahahaha! I have eaten the Immortality Pill from the National Teacher! You two think you can kill me? After I consume the beloved consort’s primordial spirit, I’ll throw this rebel son out to be beheaded and fed to the dogs!”
The cause and effect were explained quite clearly.
Feng Xuan had said earlier to let the big devil kill the emperor first.
See, see, when villains talk too much, they get killed instead.
Storybooks don’t deceive little birds.
Qi Zhuoyu’s face darkened.
At this moment, someone shouted. “Protect the Seventh Prince!”
A group of people rushed into Chengming Palace.
Feng Xuan recognized a few familiar faces among them, seemingly the strategists who were discussing matters in the flower hall this afternoon. He had thought the big devil’s rebellion plan tonight was on a whim, but it turned out he was prepared after all. This actually shocked Feng Xuan a bit, after all, Qi Zhuoyu had always been a lone fighter in his mind, he didn’t expect him to become so strategic and scheming after reincarnation.
Besides the strategists, there were also guards protecting them.
It was obvious they had been raised outside the palace by Qi Zhuoyu for years, just waiting for this moment tonight.
As everyone rushed in and saw the emperor’s appearance, they were all stunned.
Even the bravest among them widened their eyes in shock.
Qi Zhuoyu explained leisurely. “The emperor has taken pills for many years, and now has gone astray, becoming a demon zombie. Killing him is slaying demons and eliminating evil, carving out a path of survival for the people of the Great Xin Dynasty.”
Upon hearing this, everyone gasped, but also breathed a sigh of relief. Some who were wavering about whether to rebel or not, now seeing the emperor’s appearance, became more determined to kill this emperor.
After all, how could they let a monster be the emperor of the good Great Xin Dynasty!
Moreover, if the emperor had become a monster, that wouldn’t count as rebellion. The Seventh Prince was right, that would be slaying demons and eliminating evil!
Seeing the gradually firm expressions in everyone’s eyes.
Feng Xuan inwardly admired, thinking that the big devil was indeed a devil, needing only one sentence to win people’s hearts.
The strategist closest to Feng Xuan looked at Feng Xuan’s fragile appearance, and immediately reassured. “Don’t worry, Consort, we have many people, we will do our utmost to protect Consort and His Highness!”
Huh?
Your words really sound like an old general on stage with flags stuck all over.
There’s a sense of déjà vu that once you finish speaking, this wave of villains will basically be wiped out.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the emperor suddenly laughed loudly.
Then he raised both hands, and instantly the stone slabs in Chengming Palace began to overturn. The ground had somehow loosened, and then dozens of zombies with blue-black skin similar to the emperor’s emerged, likely also in this state from taking pills.
“All of you, go for me, eat these traitors alive for me!!”
Qi Zhuoyu stared at the messy stone slabs on the ground, impatiently clicking his tongue.
Those zombies that crawled out of the ground, as if they hadn’t smelled living human flesh and blood for decades, frantically rushed towards Qi Zhuoyu and Feng Xuan as soon as they emerged.
The guards were terrified, screaming heartrendingly. “Protect His Highness! Protect the Consort!”
Some were even too afraid to watch the next scene.
Fearing that in the blink of an eye, the Seventh Prince and the Consort would be torn apart by these zombies.
Seeing this, the emperor laughed uncontrollably again, staring greedily at Feng Xuan.
The zombies leaped up, surrounding them from all directions. Qi Zhuoyu gripped his long sword tightly, protecting Feng Xuan in his arms, his brows slightly furrowed. With so many zombies, it would take some time to cut them all down with one sword.
Just as he was about to raise his sword to cut, one of the zombies that had approached him trying to sneak attack suddenly had its head crushed without warning.
Qi Zhuoyu was stunned for a moment, and looked down.
His fragile and helpless little stepmother slowly withdrew his hand.
Although he had crushed the zombie’s head from a distance, he still disgustedly took out a handkerchief to wipe his hand.
Noticing Qi Zhuoyu’s gaze falling on him, Feng Xuan was silent for several seconds.
After a while, he slowly spoke. “Actually, I’ve always been stronger than others since I was young.”
Qi Zhuoyu looked up at the guards fighting with the zombies.
The precious swords made of fine iron were sharp enough to cut through metal like mud, but they couldn’t cut through the zombies’ heads.
Feng Xuan: “.”
The emperor also noticed this scene with Feng Xuan.
His eyes bulged. “How is this possible?!”
These zombie drug users were the result of ten years of painstaking refinement by him and the National Teacher.
How could they be crushed bare-handed by a powerless consort?
The emperor was furious, and in his anger and shame, he instantly gathered all the zombies together, all rushing towards Feng Xuan.
One second the zombies were howling chaotically, the next they were enveloped by what seemed like hellfire rising up, red lotus karmic fire. Before they could even utter a scream, the zombies were burned to ashes, silently falling to the ground.
Qi Zhuoyu looked down again, expressionlessly at his newly inherited fragile little stepmother, whose fingertips still held unextinguished red lotus karmic fire.
He spoke calmly. “How do you explain this.”
Feng Xuan: “.”
Feng Xuan persevered. “Wait a moment.”
He felt he could still maintain his mortal persona a bit longer.
Feng Xuan spoke with difficulty. “Is there a possibility that my body temperature is higher than normal, so when it gets hot, I easily catch fire?”
Qi Zhuoyu: “…”
He gave him a look that said “Do you think this prince looks like an idiot?”
The emperor was stunned.
Not just him, those guards were also stunned, staring at Feng Xuan in disbelief.
The emperor said, “No, impossible. What are you? You’re a demon! You’re a demon!!”
Feng Xuan: ? Big brother. Look at your own appearance now, how dare you call others demons?!
And also.
This god is of the divine race, understand? The divine race!
It’s the divine race you pray to every year for blessings of good weather for your country!
The emperor knew he had met his match tonight, and was no longer as arrogant as at the beginning.
His face, now unrecognizable and ashen, suddenly sank, and he shouted to the sky: “National Teacher, where are you! Come save me now!”
This standard procedure of calling for help when losing was completely within Feng Xuan’s expectations.
After all, the emperor was always mentioning the National Teacher.
He, a perfectly normal human, was inexplicably turned into a zombie. It was obvious this wasn’t something an ordinary person could do.
Moreover.
Although Feng Xuan had a poor memory, he was very good at holding grudges.
When he descended to the mortal world, he heard from the little eunuch.
Qi Zhuoyu’s miserable life in this reincarnation was all because of that stupid National Teacher who gave him the fate of a star of solitary destruction.
Even if the emperor didn’t call the National Teacher to fight tonight, Feng Xuan would eventually go settle accounts with this National Teacher.
After the emperor called for the National Teacher, the entire imperial palace began to shake.
Very good.
This was clearly the entrance style of the behind-the-scenes mastermind.
Qi Zhuoyu suddenly grasped his hand, “This prince doesn’t necessarily need this throne.”
He spoke implicitly, and it took Feng Xuan a long time to understand. Qi Zhuoyu’s meaning was probably that he didn’t need to fight hard, and if it really wasn’t possible, they could run. This was truly unprecedented, the day when the big devil would use roundabout tactics?
Although Feng Xuan understood in his heart that Qi Zhuoyu was worried he couldn’t handle it.
After all, he was a mortal now, completely unable to imagine how much divine power this god actually had.
Feng Xuan inexplicably felt a bit smug.
Was this the joy of showing off? He suddenly seemed to understand why in the past, the big devil always liked to defeat enemies in one move in front of him. This feeling of being impressive in front of one’s beloved was really too satisfying.
