The dark sky’s clouds were torn open.
The unmanned Ancestor Divine Weapon’s surface flowed with a faint crimson, accompanied by a deep and sharp whistling, rushing straight toward the Royal Mansion.
"Father, be careful!" The Princely Heir Xu Jinglong was aghast, instinctively grabbing Prince Jing’s sleeve, yet the latter’s legs seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move.
However, this "flying sword" did not come to take Prince Jing’s head, but under the gaze of father and son, it thunderously pierced into the tower before them.
The elderly Magician, who had just completed a seven-day curse killing, rose to his feet, only to have his heart pierced by the Taia Sword that pierced through the dark secret room.
He lowered his head in astonishment, glanced at the treasured sword embedded in his chest, then slowly raised his head, following the line of sight toward the breach in the dark secret room.
From the opening, a ray of pale daylight shone in, illuminating the dried blood in the jade bowl on the ground, the Mourning Stick, and the small "coffin" at the old magician’s waist.
The lifeless old magician fell stiffly.
The Taia Sword, having absorbed enough blood, flew out of the secret room in the loft as if completing its mission, retracing its path back, disappearing into the clouds above the Royal Mansion.
Only the statue-like figures of Prince Jing and his son remained standing below the building.
Until Princess Consort Lu Yan’er gracefully arrived, her eyes startled as she spoke: "Earlier, that was..."
Prince Jing Xu Wen’s expression was unusually calm as he said: "Our emperor has entered the city."
Cao Transport Office.
In a reception tea room, the window was open.
Zhao Douan and the Empress of Yu Country sat opposite each other, drinking tea.
Indeed...to be precise, Zhao Douan was eagerly performing his mastery of the "tea ceremony," going through a complicated process before finally offering the tea bowl with both hands: "Your Majesty, please..."
From the courtyard came a sound of air splitting, and Zhao Douan caught sight of the Taia Sword flying in through the open window.
As if claiming credit, it circled around the room, showing the trace of blood on its blade, before "clang" it inserted itself into the scabbard.
Xu Zhenguan, satisfied, took the tea offered by her loyal subject, sipped it with her red lips, and then said:
"The one who cursed you has been slain."
Her tone was casual, as simple as eating and drinking water.
Zhao Douan was momentarily stunned, then praised: "Your Majesty’s swordsmanship is superb, it has opened my eyes!"
The Empress was immune to flattery, but hearing pleasing words still lifted her spirits.
After a long-awaited reunion, it was only now that Zhao Douan’s tension eased, appreciating Zhenbao’s beauty up close.
Cool, ethereal, a rare beauty...not wearing the Dragon Robe, the Empress appeared as a Sword Fairy, bare-faced, with not a hint of adornment, vast as the earth, yet no woman compares.
Especially considering her noble status as a female emperor, it added an aura of unassailable majesty.
In short: buff stacked to the fullest.
Low-level transmigrator, human stallion, opens a harem;
High-level transmigrator, only needs one, already peerless in the world.
"What, it’s been a few months and you don’t recognize me?" Xu Zhenguan’s porcelain fingers grasped the green tea bowl, setting it down, her beautiful eyes glancing at Zhao across the table.
"Ahem, ever since heading south, I haven’t seen Your Majesty, I’m really longing, ’Daily thoughts of you but cannot see, drinking the canal water’..." Zhao Douan took advantage of the situation, not holding back at all.
Playing up to the genuine.
Xu Zhenguan’s solemn and cool face blushed slightly, retorting:
"I thought you were burdened with a curse, recovering from illness, but now I see, I was overthinking. Mr. Zhao’s flair is just as before."
Oops, got too excited, forgot to put on a sad face...Zhao Douan immediately clutched his chest, frowning painfully: "I...have been overworked these days..."
Xu Zhenguan rolled her eyes, calmly saying:
"Overworked, Mr. Zhao, you should rest first, lest I delay your spirits."
Zhao Douan changed his tone, earnestly saying:
"But isn’t it strange, Your Majesty? Once I see you, my back isn’t sore, my legs aren’t aching, truly your presence is better than any elixir..."
Xu Zhenguan felt quite pleased with the flattery, believing her arduous journey was worthwhile, but she still interrupted timely:
"Let’s talk business, why did you encounter danger today? What happened after reaching Jiancheng Road?"
Okay, the happy moments are always short, back to familiar reporting work sessions...Zhao Douan sighed, familiarly starting the reporting process.
Although Xu Zhenguan had intermittently learned of Zhao Douan’s movements from spy "Wen Liang," the secret messages lacked detailed information; only now with Zhao Douan’s meticulous narration did it feel vivid.
When she heard Zhao Douan saved Ning Zechen’s wife and daughter, tracked the Cao Gang to the Shen family, and Xu Jinglong intervened, she snorted coldly, how could she not see through Prince Jing’s heart?
Upon hearing Zhao, Ning faced assassination, initiated the "Whale Fall Plan," using the envoy status for Sealing, uniting various forces surrounding to obliterate the Shen family.
At the same time, the Shen family also fiercely counterattacked, both sides engaged in a month and a half tug-of-war, she couldn’t help but shine her eyes, greatly admiring Zhao Douan’s actions.
Until the Shen family was about to collapse, suspected to have allied with Prince Jing Mansion, Zhao Douan was cursed to death...taking advantage to attack the Magic God Sect...the Empress slightly furrowed her brows, her lips lightly parted:
"So, you didn’t know the Magic God Sect Leader was there beforehand."
Zhao Douan was somewhat frightened as well, nodding:
"The information Princess Consort Lu Yan’er provided didn’t mention the leader. In hindsight, my visit today was indeed not careful enough."
Xu Zhenguan discerned his thoughts: "Do you suspect Lu Yan’er has betrayed?"