Chapter 887: Emperor Huizong Drops Dead, Wuqing's Request (1/5, please subscribe)

"It's not my fault, I was completely deceived by Cai Jing!"

Zhao Ji shouted loudly, "Miss Wuqing, you have to believe me!"

Wuqing sneered: "Deceived by Cai Jing?

She looked toward Zhao Kuangyin and said nothing more.

"As a monarch, being deceived by treacherous men is itself a dereliction of duty — can that possibly serve as an excuse?"

"Besides, the Flower and Rock Tribute you decreed has caused such grievances among the people that complaints fill the streets — was that also the work of treacherous men deceiving you?"

"Someone come, bestow the poisoned wine!"

"Furthermore, arrest all the officials in the capital; those who are guilty, execute every last one."

"Gao Huaide, take my decree and tour the realm — pardon the common folk who were forced to rebel, punish the evil officials, set the nine provinces in order, and restore peace to the world."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

At a single command, forces on every side sprang into action.

Whether it was the Tianlong Guard or Gao Huaide, they were all well-versed in such matters and carried out their tasks with exceptional efficiency.

"No, I am the Emperor — you cannot kill me!"

Zhao Ji's face filled with terror. Suddenly his legs went weak, and he turned to Zhao Kuangyin begging for mercy: "Ancestor, spare me, I will never dare again."

Zhao Kuangyin waved his hand, utterly unmoved,

The Tianlong Guard stepped forward and poured the poisoned wine down Zhao Ji's throat.

This poisoned wine was no simple thing — it was a top-grade product Zhao Kuangyin had gathered from the myriad heavens, lethal upon contact with blood.

It was specially used to poison members of the Wang Zu and lessen their suffering; ordinary criminals did not have the privilege of enjoying such a thing.

The moment the poisoned wine entered his throat, Zhao Ji felt his vision go black, his consciousness dim, and he collapsed to the ground.

Wuqing looked over and saw Zhao Ji's face pitch-black, black blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, his breath gone entirely.

"Miss Wuqing, are you satisfied?"

Wuqing nodded, her feelings complicated.

Her enemy's death — she ought to have been thoroughly gratified.

Yet her heart felt hollow and adrift, nothing like what she had imagined.

After waiting another stretch, Cai Jing, Tong Guan and others were escorted into the great hall.

"You have thrown the court into chaos — your crimes deserve death. Confiscate the estates of these men and drag them out the Wu Gate to be beheaded before the public."

"Yes."

"No!"

The corrupt officials' faces changed drastically; some begged for mercy, some tried to resist, but it was all to no avail.

Every member of the Tianlong Guard was a true qi realm expert — one could say any single one of them could suppress the entire current Wu Lin.

Although there was no shortage of experts among these corrupt officials, they were utterly powerless to resist and were ultimately taken away by the Tianlong Guard with ease.

Half a day's work.

The entire Bian Liang city (jdc) was purged in one sweep; every corrupt official was executed, heads rolling in heaps. Officials turned pale at the news, while the common folk sang and danced, joyfully welcoming the new Emperor.

"Wuqing, was it you who drew His Majesty the Great Ancestor here?"

When Wuqing returned to the Divine Marquis Residence, Zhuge Zhengwo and the others came to meet her, their gazes sharp as they scrutinized her.

"That's right."

Wuqing nodded. "Emperor Huizong was unprincipled — this was my setting things right. Does the Divine Marquis think I did wrong?"

"Even if His Majesty was unprincipled, he was still His Majesty — you—" Zhuge Zhengwo's voice rang out, as if he himself were the party of justice.

Wuqing gave a cold laugh, waved her hand, and several books flew over.

"Take a look at the history of later ages first!"