Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She didn’t know why Chu Yihan hadn’t appeared earlier, but upon seeing blood on his sword, she surmised that he had been stopped by Chu Mingyuan.
Chu Mingyuan tightened his hands on his knees and spoke in a cold, forceful tone. “What’s wrong? Ninth brother, are you trying to assassinate me in the palace for a woman?”
“Emperor, Your Highness doesn’t mean that!” Su Yingxue hurriedly helped clarify.
“So what?” Chu Yihan’s cold and bloodthirsty voice carried a murderous aura that could destroy the world.
Su Yingxue looked at his reddened eyes, seemingly unable to control his temper.
Leaning against him, she quickly advised, “Your Highness, don’t engage in conflict with the emperor!”
Chu Yihan entering the palace with his sword was already disrespectful in front of everyone. Any further offense would surely give the emperor a reason to deal with him!
“You truly are a good Ninth Brother of mine!” Chu Mingyuan suddenly stood up. His eyes clashed with Chu Yihan’s, and the entire hall brimmed with hostility.
The empress grew nervous. “Men, apprehend the Ninth Prince! He wants to commit regicide!”
Chu Yihan’s temper flared even more. His sword pointed towards the empress, ready to strike her down with a single forceful move.
The empress fell back in fear onto her chair. Chu Chengye rushed to protect her. “Imperial Uncle, how dare you!”
“What wouldn’t I dare!”
Chu Yihan couldn’t control the surging blood in his body. Just as he was about to rush over, Su Yingxue hugged his waist and tiptoed to kiss his earlobe. She comforted him gently. “Your Highness, don’t.”
Her words were a calming spring that extinguished the flames in Chu Yihan’s heart. The blood in his eyes receded, and his mind cleared significantly.
He lowered his head to nuzzle Su Yingxue’s face. “Thank goodness for you.”
“Your Highness, what’s wrong?” Su Yingxue placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding rapidly as if blood was about to burst from his chest.
As Chu Yihan calmed down, Chu Mingyuan’s heart was ablaze with anger.
Almost! He was almost able to provoke Chu Yihan to attack him!
Just a move to kill the emperor would allow him to rightfully accuse Chu Yihan of treason and engage him in a deadly battle!
But now, it was all ruined by Su Yingxue!
“Su Yingxue!” He gritted his teeth. She not only defeated Saint Ruan but also pacified Chu Yihan, who had killed countless people.
Chu Yihan rubbed Su Yingxue’s head. Despite his strong heartbeat, he had regained control of his emotions. He sheathed his Qingfeng Sword. “I had no intention of regicide. But should anyone in the Imperial Guards disrespect me, I will teach them a lesson to maintain the dignity of the Imperial family. Imperial Brother, please understand.”
Chu Mingyuan clenched his fists. “Of course, 1 won’t take offense!”
He had set up heavy ambushes by the Imperial Guards precisely to provoke Chu Yihan’s uncontrollable murderous intent, to have him bathe the Imperial Palace in blood. Now that Chu Yihan was back under control, those Imperial Guards had died in vain!
“Emperor, Your Highness was also concerned about the competition between Saint Ruan and me. Your Highness’s presence shows your respect for the event.” Su Yingxue smiled, swiftly turning the tide for Chu Yihan.
Chu Mingyuan had no choice but to suppress his anger. “I still must reward you!”
His words, spoken through gritted teeth by an emperor hinting at danger, carried a tone of veiled threat.
Though Su Yingxue sensed the menace, she had no choice but to put on a brave face and thrust herself into the spotlight. “This time, it’s me who has won.”
“I hereby announce that Su Yingxue defeated Saint Ruan!”