Chapter 382: Send off His Majesty the late Emperor!

Hearing that sentence, Yuwen Yan leaned forward from the throne, pointed his finger straight at Chen Yan, his voice wrapped in lingering sadness and sharp mockery: "Chen Yan, Chen Yan, don't you find it ridiculous to say this?"

Saying this, he pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold smile: "In the entire court, where is there a minister loyal to me!"

Before the words fell, he suddenly turned his wrist, his fingers sweeping across the Embroidered Attire Envoys standing on both sides of the hall—those people were still expressionless, their hands on the hilts of their knives, their gazes as cold as ice.

Loyal?

Loyal to Yuwen Hu behind them, right!

And the last minister loyal to him, the Emperor, had already been killed...

Died in the pool of blood in the hall.

"This subject!"

Chen Yan looked at Yuwen Yan, who was glaring at him on the throne, the half-smiling curve at the corner of his lips did not decrease, but slowly raised his right hand, fingertips together, palms facing forward, his posture extremely solemn.

"Loyal to the Great Zhou and to Your Majesty, heaven and earth can testify!" His voice suddenly rose a bit, his tone full of "earnestness", even the previous lightness faded a lot, leaving only the solemnity deliberately pretended.

Yuwen Yan looked at Chen Yan's "eloquent" appearance, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, he laughed out loud, and asked mockingly: "Supervisor Chen, Duke of Wei, has anyone ever said you are very shameless?"

Really brazen!

Yuwen Yan really didn't know how he could say it?

Is there not a shred of shame?

Which loyal minister kills people in front of the monarch and is still so arrogant and unscrupulous?

"No!"

Hearing this, Chen Yan smiled indifferently and shook his head.

He paused, sighed, and continued: "Because those who have said it, and those who thought so, have all become ghosts..."

No way, those people have been physically cleared and no longer exist in the world!

Yuwen Yan looked at Chen Yan's pretentious posture, a cold laugh spilled from his throat, the laughter full of undisguised mockery, the anger in his eyes already turned into cold ridicule: "The blue sky of the world who kills without blinking, you are quite good at fooling the world!"

Being able to turn ruthless actions into something praised by everyone, really good means and good skills...

Speaking of this, he suddenly stepped forward a few steps, his gaze like a torch, staring at Chen Yan, his tone suddenly becoming yin and yang: "Then you, this great loyal minister, are you going to kill the monarch?"

He emphasized the last two words "kill the monarch" heavily.

"How dare I?"

"Your Majesty misunderstood!"

Hearing this, Chen Yan slowly shook his head, playing with the jade pendant at his waist, the half-smiling curve on his face deepened, but his tone carried a righteous "innocence".

He stepped forward half a step, the hem of his black robe swept across the floor, bringing a cold wind, his gaze landed on the young Emperor's face full of hatred, his voice steady but carrying unquestionable certainty: "This subject heard that there were treacherous ministers, and specially ordered by the Grand Chancellor, came to clear the monarch's side!"

After saying this, he raised his hand and pointed vaguely in the direction of Sun Zhi and Li Heng on the ground.

The mockery in his eyes could almost not be hidden, but he still maintained a posture of "thinking for Your Majesty".

As if he were really a loyal minister protecting the master and the country, and the young Emperor in front of him was just a muddled monarch blinded by treacherous people.

Hearing this, Yuwen Yan snorted coldly and slowly spat out two words: "Hypocritical!"

Immediately, he raised his voice suddenly, his tone full of uncontrollable scolding: "Since you don't have the courage to kill the monarch, then take your people and get out!"

"Get out of my Imperial Palace!"

He looked completely fearless.

After the previous test, the young Emperor had already discovered that whether it was Yuwen Hu or Chen Yan, they dared not take his life...

Because these people who cherish their feathers would not want to bear the notoriety of regicide!

At most, they would just put him under house arrest!

"Would the Grand Chancellor really let him live..."

Yuwen Lun, standing on the side, witnessed this scene but was skeptical.

One must know that those two masters have always been cautious and never wanted to leave future troubles...

Facing Yuwen Yan's scolding, Chen Yan's face still had no ripples, and he had no intention of leaving, the half-smiling curve at the corner of his lips didn't even shake half a point, just slowly raised his hand: "Your Majesty, don't be impatient!"

After saying this, he turned to the carved window of the warm pavilion and pointed his fingertips lightly towards the outside of the window: "Look at the snow scene and night view outside again!"

There was translucent mica paper pasted there, and one could vaguely see the white snow falling in the night.

Snowflakes clung to the window paper, blurring into a hazy patch of white.

He paused and continued: "This snow has been falling for half the night, wrapping Chang'an's night in white, and even the glazed tiles of the palace walls are covered with a layer of snow, making this palace look even more magnificent..."

Between the words, it was full of meaning.

"Heh!"

Yuwen Yan swept a glance at the window paper following Chen Yan's gesture, only seeing a blur of snow, and then a snort came from his nasal cavity.

The voice was full of disdain, without even half a bit of interest in looking at the scenery.

"Stop putting on an act there!" He pulled the corners of his mouth, the mockery in his eyes almost overflowing.

He paused, locked his gaze on Chen Yan again, his tone quenched with coldness, every word carrying thorns: "Chen Yan, if you had the courage, you would have let your hawks and hounds come up and cut me down with a knife long ago..."

The young Emperor was sure that Chen would never dare to act rashly.

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, withdrew his gaze, met Yuwen Yan's gaze, and said playfully: "Your Majesty, this towering Imperial Palace, although it gives you honor, also limits your knowledge..."

"Sometimes, you don't need weapons to take a life!"

"What mean..." Yuwen Yan didn't understand.

But before he finished speaking, a sharp stinging pain suddenly came from his throat, like countless fine needles pricking.

He covered his neck suddenly, his breathing became rapid, his originally clear eyes suddenly widened, full of incredulous panic.

His chest felt like it was pressed by a giant stone, and the airflow could not be sucked into his lungs no matter what.

He staggered back half a step, his legs softened, and he fell heavily onto the cold golden bricks with a "thud".

The broken jade tablet fragments made his back ache, but he couldn't care about these, just gripped his neck tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his face changing from flushed red to blue-purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is going on!"

"Why can't I breathe!"

"Ugh!"

A strong sense of suffocation began to surge.

Chen Yan looked at Yuwen Yan struggling on the ground, the curve at the corner of his lips finally bloomed completely, carrying a bit of cruel playfulness.

He took a step, the hem of his black robe swept across the jade tablet fragments on the ground, making a slight friction sound, and walked to the young Emperor step by step.

Then he slowly leaned over, looking down at Yuwen Yan, whose face was distorted by suffocation, and said word by word: "Of course it's because this subject gave Your Majesty..."

"Poison!"

He paused and asked intimately: "How does this taste?"

"You... when did you poison me!" Yuwen Yan's horror magnified instantly, his brain running at high speed, confused.

His food and drink were strictly checked.

Even if attendants like Li Zhong defected, Yuwen Hu would never choose to use obvious poison, right?

"This subject knows what Your Majesty is thinking..."

Chen Yan lowered his eyes, as if seeing through Yuwen Yan's thoughts, and smiled.

He paused and continued: "However, this subject used a mixed poison that mutually promotes and restrains!"

"The bowl of soup you ate tonight was mixed with something colorless and odorless..."

"Hiss~"

Yuwen Lun stood on the side, watching Yuwen Yan struggling on the ground, and listening to Chen Yan casually stating the truth of the poisoning, his Adam's apple rolled suddenly.

He subconsciously gasped, and a tight chill rose in his chest.

A flash of fear flickered in his eyes, and he secretly sighed in his heart: "It really is killing without a trace!"

"Even, there is no need to pass through hands at all..."

This kind of method of taking a life without a sound is more creepy than directly slashing with a knife, and it feels terrifyingly abnormal.

Chen Yan straightened up, his gaze swept over Yuwen Yan, whose breath was gradually weakening, and he pointed vaguely to the gilded incense burners burning in the four corners of the warm pavilion: "And the incense in this hall is the medicine primer..."

No way, I must have a complete corpse, a complete corpse without scars, and the toxin needs time to take effect...

Otherwise, Chen Yan would not be willing to say so much nonsense.

He then slowly retreated half a step, bowed and clasped his fists solemnly, the hem of his black robe hanging on the ground, his voice rose suddenly, clearly spreading throughout the warm pavilion: "Send off His Majesty the late Emperor!"

"Send off His Majesty the late Emperor!"

The Embroidered Attire Envoys in the four corners of the warm pavilion acted in unison, and a low and loud voice sounded at the same time.

Yuwen Yan lay on the cold golden bricks, his chest heaving violently, his turbid vision locked on Chen Yan, and a "ho-ho" leaking sound came from his throat.

He used his last bit of strength, his voice trembling out of shape, but carrying bone-eroding hatred: "Chen Yan... you really are... powerful... I curse you... to die a horrible death!"

"Wait for you... in the underworld..."

But the pain of suffocation became more and more intense, his lungs felt like all the air had been drained, and his consciousness was like being submerged by the tide, sinking into darkness bit by bit.

The young Emperor's eyes gradually became unfocused, his tightly clenched fingers loosened powerlessly, and the last weak curse was stuck in his throat, unable to be made again.

Those eyes full of hatred were still wide open, but they no longer had any spirit, and the heaving of his chest stopped completely...

Only the cold body remained, completely lifeless in the curling incense and the sky full of wind and snow.

"You are not the first one to curse like this!" Chen Yan watched the unwilling Yuwen Yan, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he secretly thought in his heart.

People who want him to die a horrible death could form an enhanced battalion...

Chen didn't care, but the fire in his eyes jumped, revealing excitement.

Completed dragon slaying again, check-in successful!

This time it counts as a real dragon...

The dead silence in the warm pavilion had not yet dissipated, and the pavilion door was pushed open from the outside, and a figure in a brocade robe walked in slowly.

The visitor was Yuwen Ze, his purple brocade robe with a silver fox fur collar making his face look noble, his gaze swept over Yuwen Yan's remains on the ground, there was no ripple in his eyes, he looked directly at Chen Yan and asked: "Brother, how should the Emperor's remains be disposed of?"

"Send it to the palace's Buddha hall!" Chen Yan replied, "Arrange it in a prayer posture!"

"What is this for?" Yuwen Ze didn't understand and asked suspiciously.

He couldn't see through his brother's intentions.

Chen Yan raised his hand, patted Yuwen Ze's shoulder lightly, smiled indifferently, and said meaningfully: "His Majesty didn't sleep or eat, day and night praying for good weather for the Great Zhou, finally moved the heavens, was received by the Buddha, and sat down before the Buddha statue in the Buddha hall!" ===== CHAPTER 383 =====