Chapter 730 – The Emperor’s Demise, Chenzhou Imperial City Falls (Part 3)
“You—poisonous, wicked woman—”
The Emperor had just been lamenting the loss of Hui Jun, and in the blink of an eye, this woman drove a dagger straight into his heart.
He struggled with all his might, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, and soon he gasped for breath.
Hui Jun coldly laughed, her blood-soaked beauty blossoming into an unprecedented, ecstatic smile.
Her voice trembled, mad and raving, “Dog Emperor, do you know how much I hate you!”
With that, she thrust the dagger deeper into his heart, twisting the hilt to shred his heart.
Blood gushed from the wound, staining her hands a glaring shade of red, her slender fingers resembling red agate.
“My hatred for you runs deep to the marrow! You ruined my family, destroyed my life! Dog Emperor—now it’s your turn to die without closing your eyes! Watch as your kingdom descends into hell with you! Don’t forget the one who killed you when you face the King of Hell!”
The Emperor stared wide-eyed, unwilling to accept his fate.
Hui Jun pinned him to the ground, using all her strength to drive the dagger forcefully into his heart, then sliced open the wound.
Her right hand slipped into his chest, and Hui Jun smiled dreamily, “Your Majesty—open your eyes and see, look—your blood is red, your heart is red… I thought your heart had long turned black, mired in filth.”
Crash—
A loud noise startled Hui Jun, and she turned abruptly.
Her beautiful eyes, once enchanting, were now fearsome, like a ghoul clawing out of hell.
A little gatekeeper stared at her in terror, a pile of clothes lying at his feet—clothes the Emperor was to change into to escape.
Hui Jun clicked her tongue and said, “Did you see everything?”
The little gatekeeper, terrified, fell onto the floor of the dragon chariot.
After stuttering for a while, he finally shouted in panic, “Your—Your Majesty has passed away!”
His voice was shrill and sharp, causing the surrounding guards to feel a chill in their hearts.
The situation took a swift downturn, and the rebel army seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.
“His Majesty has passed away!”
“His Majesty has passed away!”
“His Majesty has passed away—”
The little gatekeeper stumbled and rolled out of the dragon chariot, tumbling down and seeing stars.
Ignoring the pain, he staggered back to his feet and continued fleeing as though a terrifying ghost was pursuing him.
The ministers heard the news and nearly collapsed onto the ground, their faces filled with disbelief—
The rebel army hadn’t even reached the capital, how could the Emperor have passed away?
How could this be possible?
What exactly caused the Emperor’s demise?
Because of the little gatekeeper’s report, the Imperial Guards lost their composure, their resistance weakened, and soon they were torn apart by the rebel army, crumbling into chaos.
In the turmoil, a rebel general charged up to the dragon chariot, leaping onto it and lifting the curtains, nearly dazzled by the sight.
There lay a plump man in dragon robes on the ground, blood pouring from his chest like a butchered hog.
This must be the Emperor.
The general pondered, shifting his gaze to the stunning beauty beside the Emperor.
Just one glance, and he felt his heart fall into her starry gaze, hearing the sound of flowers blooming in his ears.
Love at first sight.
Indeed, he had seen many beauties, but in front of this woman, all other charms paled, rendering them tasteless.
“I am the empress; General, such direct eye contact is overly presumptuous!”
Hui Jun sat upright, secretly gripping the dagger hidden in her sleeve, the blood on her skin already wiped clean.
Having endured so much humiliation, she felt sullied.
Now, facing the abyss, she wanted to leave this life clean and beautiful.
The emptiness after avenging her grievances sparked a thought of ending her own life; living had become too exhausting.
As she prepared to end it all, an unfamiliar rebel general burst in, weighing heavily on her heart.
However, this encounter restored her rationality, decisively extinguishing her suicidal thoughts.
The former A Cao had long died; the Hui Jun who remained lived only for the Young Master, as this life was given to her by him.
Unless permitted by the Young Master, she had no right to end this life, nor could she casually seek death.
No matter how difficult, she must survive.
“Empress? So you are the Empress; what a coincidence.”
The young general’s eyes shifted, his lips curled in disdain, yet inside he thought it a pity.
Such a breathtaking beauty ought to be cherished by the greatest man in the world, how could she be paired with a man as fat as a pig?
Hui Jun calmly regarded the man, smiling charmingly, her brows full of allure.
“I am the Empress. Do you intend to treat me like a mere concubine, General?”
The man expected Hui Jun to panic, cry, or plea for mercy like the imprisoned beauties in Chenzhou’s Imperial City, their faces losing color.
But he didn’t anticipate that Hui Jun would react this way, showing no signs of a captured prisoner.
Not only that, but she held herself high, prideful as though she were looking down upon all beings, including him.
Even he couldn’t help but feel the urge to bow before her in submission.
Such a thought flashed only momentarily before being forcefully suppressed.
He laughed arrogantly, “You are the Empress, but you are also my prize. Naturally, your treatment will differ from that of ordinary concubines.”
Hui Jun felt a wave of relief; the dagger in her sleeve was already sheathed.
Just then, she felt a tight grip around her waist, and her whole body crashed into the man’s chest, encountering the icy, foul-smelling armor.
“Beauty, I know you have a dagger. You could use it to harm me. Whether you can succeed depends on your abilities.”
As he spoke, he lightly kissed the earlobe of Hui Jun, his hoarse voice dripping with seductive temptation.
Hui Jun, having seen much in her life, understood this man’s intentions. Biting her lip, she restrained the urge to hurt him.
For now, self-preservation was paramount, everything else could wait.
The man laughed heartily as he swept Hui Jun into his arms and mounted his horse.
The battle raged on outside, the rebel army gaining evident advantages.
In the clash between the rebels and Imperial Guards, both sides fought fiercely, completely oblivious to the situation here.
Having captured such a breathtaking beauty, the rebel general felt at ease.
Just as he was about to grab his weapon and continue his slaughter, an unexplainable sense of danger shot from his feet to his brain.
That feeling was indescribable, as if eyes were on him from all directions, offering no escape.
With his brows furrowing, he tightened his grip on the reins, scanning the battlefield for the source of the unease, only to catch a glimpse of chaos erupting in one area.
Hui Jun was leaning against the man, resigned, plotting her next move.
She knew her face and body were irresistible attractions for men.
Used wisely, she could ensure her safety.
Just as she thought that, the man holding her suddenly shouted, urging the horse to gallop in a certain direction.
The jolt startled Hui Jun awake.
Her bright eyes widened further, her heart brimming with a bittersweet ache.
“Young Master, Young Master?”
