Chapter 519: Chapter 519 Long Live the Emperor, Forever and Ever and Ever!

Si Yuzhang clenched his teeth; Zhan Lan didn’t care whether Mu Yan was deceiving her or not. He had thought that by sowing discord, Zhan Lan would at least harbor some suspicion.

If the two turned against each other, mutual destruction would be the best outcome.

Yet Zhan Lan utterly refused to take the bait.

“Little Black, kill him!” Zhan Lan said calmly.

“No! No!”

In an instant, Si Yuzhang was pounced upon by the pack of wolves, and shrill screams and the sounds of vicious biting continually reached Zhan Lan’s ears.

In front of her, the scene of her mother, Heng, and Little Black’s tragic deaths from her previous life overlapped with the grimace of Si Yuzhang’s agony, filling her heart with the ecstasy of revenge.

Vermilion Bird said from behind Zhan Lan, “Madam, don’t believe Si Yuzhang’s words; he’s trying to disrupt your relationship with the Master.”

“I know, Vermilion Bird, I trust Mu Yan.”

Having been manipulated in her past life, Zhan Lan understood better than anyone who was using her and who truly loved her.

If Si Yuzhang’s few words could sow discord between her and Mu Yan, then she would have lived this life in vain.

“Sister-in-law, I was wrong, save me…” Si Yuzhang, being torn apart by the wolves, cried out in pain, covered in blood, looking at Zhan Lan’s smiling lips. Zhan Lan was different from other women; her heart was cold!

She was a demon from hell!

A big piece of flesh was torn from Si Yuzhang’s thigh by the wolf’s fangs, and he screamed in agony, “Zhan Lan, venomous woman, you’ll die a miserable death!”

“You will never…”

Suddenly, he saw his belly being slashed open by Little Black’s claw, and blood spurted out.

The wolves seemed to be tormenting Si Yuzhang; their biting continued relentlessly for a full quarter of an hour, as Zhan Lan coldly watched Si Yuzhang being slowly bitten to death by the wolf pack.

In her previous life, Little Black had been beaten to death by Si Yuzhang’s men, and in this life, Little Black led the wolves to bite Si Yuzhang to death.

Is this what they call karma?

When all was finally calm, Zhan Lan stood on the hillside watching Little Black among the wolf pack.

She wondered if Little Black would leave with the wolves.

The wolves tore the flesh off Si Yuzhang and the men in black.

Little Black stood there watching quietly.

When the wolves had gnawed the bodies down to the bones, they all dashed into the dense forest.

Little Black followed the Wolf King, disappearing from Zhan Lan’s sight.

Vermilion Bird sighed, “I never thought Little Black was really a wolf.”

He often couldn’t tell whether Little Black was a wolf or a dog when he watched its form in the manor’s courtyard?

Now it seems, it looks a lot like the Wolf King; the legendary black wolf truly exists.

Little Black must be the descendant of the Wolf King!

Vermilion Bird saw the complicated expression on Zhan Lan’s face and comforted her, “Madam, don’t be sad. After all, Little Black is a wolf, and it should prefer living with the wolf pack!”

Zhan Lan nodded gently, sensing the bloody scent in the air.

Vermilion Bird noticed Zhan Lan’s gaze still lingering on that piece of forest; he knew the Madam was reluctant to part with Little Black.

It was, after all, a dog raised from puppyhood, or was it a wolf?

He now found it hard to define whether Little Black was a wolf or a dog. If you said it was a dog, it had a brutal, bloody side like a wolf.

If you said it was a wolf, it was indeed as loyal as a dog.

For example, just now, it chose to protect the Madam, leading the wolves to kill the Madam’s enemy in the most violent way.

“Commander, it’s cold, should we take the Madam back first?” a Hidden Guard pulled Vermilion Bird back from his thoughts.

Vermilion Bird gestured for silence.

Zhan Lan was still looking at the dense forest; she knew full well that Little Black was a wolf, but she couldn’t bear to let Little Black go.

She stood waiting quietly, hoping Little Black might come back to say goodbye.

The cold wind howled, and Zhan Lan shivered.

After waiting for a quarter hour and with no sign of Little Black, Zhan Lan tightened her cloak, “Vermilion Bird, let’s go!”

Just as she turned to leave, suddenly, there was the sound of dead leaves being crushed underfoot.

Zhan Lan sharply turned around and saw Little Black, tongue out, racing towards her.

Vermilion Bird was stunned; Little Black was soaked through, but its expression was joyful.

Zhan Lan smiled with her eyes, stretching out her arms toward Little Black.

Zhan Lan was knocked back by Little Black, who excitedly rubbed against her clothes. Little Black was very wet, as if it had jumped into a river for a bath.

It had returned clean, without a trace of blood on its body.

Little Black shook its fur, splashing water droplets all over Zhan Lan’s face, circling her excitedly.

“Little Black, you’re not leaving?” Zhan Lan squinted her eyes, wiping the water from her face with her sleeve.

Little Black wagged its tail, panting, looking brightly at Zhan Lan with its black eyes.

Zhan Lan petted its wet dog head, “Then let’s go home!”

Little Black was most familiar with the words “go home,” standing up, its front legs completely off the ground, bowing towards Zhan Lan.

Zhan Lan was amused by its endearing gesture, “Seeing you like this, you really don’t look like a wolf!”

Little Black darted to the side of the carriage, panting with its tongue out, looking at Zhan Lan.

Zhan Lan walked to the carriage, lifted the curtain, and Little Black immediately slipped inside, comfortably lying on the cushion.

On the way back, Zhan Lan saw at least a hundred wolves appear on the hilltop.

The pack gazed at her carriage, and the Wolf King’s gaze met Zhan Lan’s. She did not see its crimson eyes, but rather a gentle look directed at her.

The Wolf King was also good at hiding its strength; at this moment, they were bidding farewell to Little Black!

Little Black stuck its head out of the carriage, looking toward the Wolf King, leaning its head on Zhan Lan’s outstretched arm, just watching the Wolf King like that.

Until the Wolf King vanished from Little Black’s sight, Little Black finally withdrew its head.

Zhan Lan took off her cloak to wipe Little Black’s body, muttering, “Little Black, thank you for choosing to stay with me.”

Little Black obediently nuzzled her hand.

Upon returning to the manor, Little Black acted as if nothing had happened, dashing towards Little White and the puppies.

Zhan Lan watched as Little White and Little Black nuzzled each other and smiled.

Zhan Lan walked inside to water the Orchid, putting down the bronze pot, she sat in front of the bronze mirror, gazing at herself.

Living a new life, now that all her enemies were dead, wounded, or imprisoned in dungeons; once Mu Yan ascended the throne and her grandfather was buried, she would have a good look at those who hated her to the bone.

…

Mu Yan ascended the throne, changed the country’s name to Dayu, the era’s name to Jian’an, and appointed Zhan Lan as Empress Ming Xian.

Mu Yan, dressed in a dragon robe and wearing a crown, with dignified eyes upon him from the ministers, walked step by step up the layers of steps on the red carpet, moving towards the high altar, looking back at the ministers from above.

The bright yellow dragon robe was embroidered with a pattern of a dragon soaring over the sea, the corners of the robe surged with golden waves, the sleeves billowing high with the wind, Mu Yan’s long, sharp brows slightly raised, his handsome face reflecting the dawn.

Mu Yan’s obsidian-like pupils looked upon the ministers; he exuded the divine dignity and innate nobility of a king, emanating an aura of sovereign majesty.

Zhong Xuanliang hadn’t seen such an imperial presence in a long time; his hands trembled with excitement.

Lu Zhong raised his eyes to the golden light of dawn shining on Mu Yan, the natural-born imperial presence making him submit.

Even though he had once sided with Crown Prince Si Yun, he had to admit at this moment, Mu Yan was a dragon among men, a born king!

Zhan Beicang looked at his son-in-law, truly, this was how an emperor should look. His legs involuntarily followed the ministers to kneel down.

Civil and military officials, their blood boiling, all knelt down and loudly shouted: “Long live our Emperor, long live, long live for ten thousand years!”

Next, the uniformed Imperial Army in silver armor also knelt down in unison, shouting loudly: “Long live our Emperor, long live, long live for ten thousand years!”

The orderly and powerful sound echoed long above the altar, resounding throughout all of Ding’an City.