CHAPTER 564: CHAPTER 563: I’LL CUT OFF ONE OF HIS FEET, FAIR!

"Miss! Miss!" Cong Ge burst into the tent at this moment, and as soon as she entered, she saw the head from Yan Jing in the Brocade Box, her small face instantly devoid of any color.

She knew that the one who was even more emotionally devastated was her own Miss, so Cong Ge hurried to her side.

"Miss..." At this moment, Cong Ge also didn’t know what to say.

Yan Wanqing looked down, tears falling on the cheeks of Yan Jing, eventually merging with the blood.

The blood hadn’t yet coagulated, signifying that this head had been chopped off not long ago, intentionally left in the Brocade Box for her to see.

Yan Wanqing’s voice was hoarse as she suddenly shouted, "Cong Ge."

"Help me hold Uncle," she said, placing the Brocade Box in Cong Ge’s arms, then without a second word, she pushed her forcefully and steadily out of the military tent. In the blink of an eye, the long sword on the ground was already in her palm.

When he looked up again, Ming Quan saw in Yan Wanqing’s eyes a blackness that could not dissipate.

This aura, this murderous intent...

Almost seemed to overturn the entire tent!

Yan Wanqing’s target was clear, she intended to kill Ming Quan.

Before that, she would kill all these obstructive Ghost Shadows.

The most ordinary long sword in her hands appeared like a nimble white snake, darting and leaping within the tent, a sight of gruesome beauty; wherever it went, a mist of blood arose, and its master, like a specter, took the lives of those Ghost Shadows and soldiers trying to stop her. In the end, this ordinary sword rested on Ming Quan’s neck, effortlessly cutting his skin.

Ming Quan felt a pain on his neck and saw that Yan Wanqing was already standing in front of him, while all the people in the tent who were protecting him lay on the ground.

"My uncle, you killed him," Yan Wanqing said hoarsely, stating in a declarative tone.

Ming Quan sneered, convinced that as Xiao Pingfeng’s Think Tank, Yan Wanqing wouldn’t dare kill him, and said confidently, "He attempted to escape and was caught by the Ghost Shadows as a spy, his death is well deserved."

"My uncle’s Qinggong was transcendental, how could he be caught by merely a few Ghost Shadows?" Yan Wanqing pressed the sword closer and demanded, "Tell me, how did he really die!"

"That would be thanks to the paralysis powder His Majesty provided. Even having taken the powder, it still took quite some effort to catch him," Ming Quan said, smugly.

Last night there was thunder and torrential rain.

She was lying inside the tent, sleeping soundly, but her uncle died in the rainy night.

Though they were in the same place, she failed to sense the danger her uncle was in.

A sense of guilt and self-blame rose within her, she gripped the long sword tightly, her voice choked yet resolute, "Let us go, we confront Xiao Pingfeng head-on now."

Ming Quan humphed, "Let’s go then, who’s afraid of whom, new talents take over as the old ones fade away, Yan Wanqing you should know that the era belonging to the Yan Family is nearing its end."

Yan Wanqing remained silent, the sword still on Ming Quan’s neck.

After exiting the tent, Cong Ge, who had been holding the Brocade Box the whole time, immediately followed.

This time, even if it meant facing a sea of swords and flames, she would definitely stand together with her Miss!

Without any hesitation, she used the long sword to press Ming Quan towards the main tent, attracting the attention of many along the way.

All eyes were sizing them up.

Their gazes were curious, suspicious, but more than anything, filled with fear and murderous intent.

At this moment, the Dawei army was high in fighting spirit, yet this captive taken by His Majesty brazenly held a long sword to the Think Tank’s neck! If word of this got out, wouldn’t it be laughed at by the people of the Chu Kingdom?!

Instantly, some soldiers became eager to try, wanting to rescue Ming Quan from Yan Wanqing’s grasp.

In response, Yan Wanqing slashed down with her sword, cutting off a chunk of flesh from Ming Quan’s shoulder, her eyes defiant and unwavering, "Come on then, if you can’t kill him, I’ll leave my title as a killing god to you!"

Ming Quan, in pain, contorted his face and waved off those blocking the way.

"Yan Wanqing, you madwoman, wait until you see His Majesty, you’ll regret this!" he said.

Yan Wanqing’s eyes were empty, her tone calm, "We shall see."

There was a noisy commotion outside the tent, naturally attracting the attention of Xiao Pingfeng.

He withdrew his thoughts from the map, pinched the tired brow of his forehead, and leaned back in the chair, "Go and see what’s happening outside."

The eunuch had just lifted the curtain when he saw Ming Quan enter.

With confusion on his face, he said, "What is this about, Lord Ming Quan..."

The next second, he noticed the long sword on Ming Quan’s neck and instantly collapsed to the ground in terror, not forgetting to shout loudly, "Protect the Emperor! There’s an assassin! Protect—"

Xiao Pingfeng hadn’t slept all night, and at this moment he was feeling dizzy and swollen-headed.

The eunuch’s voice was sharp and grating, like a cat’s claws directly against his own spine, scraping down forcefully from the neck, making him miserably uncomfortable, his expression turning cold immediately.

"What is this commotion about?"

Ming Quan held his hands up in the air, his expression one of tragic pity, "Your Majesty—please, you must seek justice for your servant!"

Only then did Xiao Pingfeng notice the long sword poised at Ming Quan’s neck.

The owner of the long sword was staring at him with cold eyes.

It was her.

From the tightly pursed lips of Xiao Pingfeng, Yan Wanqing knew that his mood wasn’t very good at this moment.

And what of it?

She would make his mood completely explode.

Yan Wanqing lifted her foot and kicked firmly at Ming Quan’s knee, sending him kneeling to the ground.

The sound was crisp, painfully so to the ear.

Xiao Pingfeng’s eyelids twitched, "Put down the sword."

"Put it down?" Yan Wanqing smirked, "I’m truly sorry, but I’ll never be able to put it down in this lifetime."

"Your Majesty, save me, this enchantress seeks to kill me!" Ming Quan’s cries were as miserable as they could get.

Xiao Pingfeng’s face visibly darkened, "I order you to put down the sword!"

His tone deepened.

Yan Wanqing sneered; she was naturally defiant, responding to gentleness but not to force. He wanted her to put down the sword? In his dream!

Not only would she not put it down, but she would also take her revenge right in front of him!

The next second, Xiao Pingfeng saw Yan Wanqing chop off one of Ming Quan’s feet.

Her hand moved with astonishing speed, fueled by anger, and all he could see was blood spraying wildly—followed by Ming Quan’s scream of agony as his severed foot fell to the ground, with blood gushing out, splattering all over the tent!

"Yan, Wanqing!" A crushing pressure filled the tent.

Yan Wanqing stood directly in front of Cong Ge, her expression unwavering, and her peach blossom eyes filled with murderous intent, "...He chopped off a finger of my uncle, so I chopped off his foot, fair is fair!"

Ming Quan, in agony, convulsed on the ground, looking close to death, when Xiao Pingfeng finally acted, stepping forward to close off several of his blood vessels, then called out, "Summon the Imperial Physician!"

"The Imperial Physician?" Yan Wanqing stepped forward, "I want his life; the Imperial Physician cannot save him."

"I’m not dead yet, Yan Wanqing. You truly think you’re above everyone! Such behavior, have you lost your mind?"

"Yes! I have gone mad!" Yan Wanqing raised her hand, and the lid of the Brocade Box in Cong Ge’s hand was opened. Her eyes were blood-red, "It’s all your doing that drove me mad!"

"You killed my uncle and had this wretched thing chop off his finger to show me. Xiao Pingfeng, you’ve pushed me to this!"

Xiao Pingfeng saw the severed head inside the Brocade Box, with its eyes firmly shut, and his black eyes trembled.

And in that moment, Yan Wanqing lifted the long sword in her hand and without even looking, swung it down towards Ming Quan on the ground.

With a heavy thud, the screaming Ming Quan fell silent instantly.

The ordinary iron sword dragged him along the ground and ultimately nailed him firmly to a wooden stake within the tent, dead.

Yan Wanqing had killed Ming Quan, the Think Tank whom Xiao Pingfeng valued, right before his eyes.

"Revenge!" she pronounced each word distinctly, her eyes filled with satisfaction, "Next, it’s your turn."