Xuanyuan Yonghao reached out to grasp her hand and discovered a sticky sensation.
Upon examining, two deep wounds embedded in the flesh of her hand, blood still steadily oozing out.
He furrowed his brows.
"Injured?"
Su Yan, having exhausted all her strength, appeared utterly listless.
Her eyes drooping low.
Seeing her in such a state of weakness, his brows furrowed even tighter.
His words carried a hint of gloom,
"Summon the Imperial Physician."
The Maid, upon hearing this, believing His Highness was finally concerned about their Princess, persisted relentlessly,
"Your Highness! Such a demoness must be executed!"
"Bring someone here!"
"Present!"
The Imperial Guard knelt en masse, awaiting orders.
Xuanyuan Yonghao cast a glance at the maid and her mistress on the ground,
"Creating chaos in the palace, execute on the spot."
Having spoken, he bent over to pick up Su Yan and made his way to the Imperial Study Room.
At these words, the Maid froze, incredulous.
Her voice weeping,
"Your Highness! Do you truly wish to... for the sake of a demoness?"
Before she could finish, a cold voice sounded,
"Nantang."
As the voice fell, a flash of a blade followed.
The Princess who was at death’s door, along with the incessantly nagging Maid, both perished.
This scene dumbfounded all the Imperial Guard present.
This was the Princess of marriage sent here by Zhu Ri Country.
His Highness had them executed just like that; how would this be explained to Zhu Ri Country?
Prime Minister massaged his temples, somewhat helplessly.
The issue of those three hundred lives had yet to be resolved, and now the Princess of marriage from Zhu Ri Country had been swiftly decapitated.
He seemed to have foreseen that once His Highness ascended to the throne, his fate would be to clean up the mess.
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Imperial Study Room.
The Imperial Physician came in a rush and left with a sigh of relief.
Urged with such haste, he thought something had befallen His Highness’s health.
Turned out, it was a Maid who had injured her hand.
Fortunately, it was nothing serious.
Otherwise, they would also be in a state of anxiety.
In the Imperial Study Room, Su Yan, having removed her outer garment, thankfully her white undergarment remained clean.
She sat on the consort couch, held in the arms of Xuanyuan Yonghao,
"Hmm~"
Then came a sound laden with ambiguity.
He pressed upon her, his brows and eyes filled with suppressed desire,
"Yan’er, you just said your heart delights in this palace, is it true?"
Su Yan, her brain oxygen-deprived from the kisses and coupled with the exhaustion, was on the verge of sleepiness, hardly able to heed his words.
However, a certain someone was not about to let her off and insisted on making her confess before giving up.
Xiao Hua whispered softly,
"Host, the mission is nearly over. Three stars have lit up; just make His Highness speak out his wish, and the mission will be completed, ahh~~~"
Su Yan, hearing about the mission, opened her eyes and looked at Xuanyuan Yonghao.
She was very earnest,
"Do you have any wishes?"
"Hm?"
Xuanyuan Yonghao was caught off guard by her sudden question, momentarily startled,
Then, soon after, laying close to her cheek, his voice softened,
"You want to fulfill this palace’s wish?"
"Yes."
"I want you to forever be by this palace’s side; even in death, you must be buried in my mausoleum."
Su Yan blinked, very solemnly,
"Alright."
"Ding-dong, congratulations, Host, for completing the mission. When you and His Highness pass away together, you will receive your Fragment of the Main God."
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Within the Imperial Palace, with just ten days until His Highness’s enthronement ceremony, everywhere was bustling with activity.
On Su Yan’s part, she was also troubled by one matter.
That is... the Insect King was still inside His Highness’s body.
Su Yan felt a bit angry because the Insect King had gone back on his word, refusing to come out.
Inside the bedroom, Su Yan, in her undergarment, knelt on the bed.
On the bed lay a man with his robes amply open.