Chapter 1428: The Beauty Undercover General's 19th Trick

Xiwu State Imperial Palace.

The Monarch sat high on the imperial throne, the armrests pointing to a goat skull, his feet on the skin of a giant python peeled off alive, and the hand resting aside wore a string of bone beads.

Xiwu State is the most strictly hierarchical country among all nations; even the most honored National Preceptor, if not of pure Xiwu blood, is treated as a lowly slave.

What's more, he is merely a prince born of a prostitute.

Muyue was pressed to the ground by Xiwu warriors, five people bearing down on him with all their strength.

Muyue's neck reddened from suffocation, he lay prone on the ground, stubbornly lifting his gaze to the high throne where the Monarch sat, the one who had bestowed half his blood.

"Hmph, Muyue, Muyue, you dare defy my Heaven's Command!"

The Monarch was furious, as if he had raised the lowest of dogs that, failing its task, turned and bit him.

"Don't forget, without the antidote you'll die a more gruesome death than anyone, not even your bones will remain!"

Muyue shook off the warrior pressing his back, sneering: "I haven't forgotten; otherwise how would I have been lured back by such despicable means?"

"Impudence!! Is this your attitude? Heading to the Divine Might Battalion, it seems they've made your temperament even fiercer!"

The Monarch's brows rose coldly, he suddenly overturned the table beside the throne, shouting: "Seize him! Beat him hard!"

Formerly, the Monarch's Heaven's Command could not be violated, let alone resisting his admonition and punishment.

Even those holding Muyue were fewer than before; no one thought he would resist, yet only saw the Admonition Officer wielding a poison whip being overturned in succession, before they could even fall, beaten to death on the spot.

"How... how dare you!" an official who had just scraped back his life crawled aside, panicked: "How dare you defy the Monarch's admonition? You are nothing but the lowest slave!"

"I am not a slave."

Muyue forcibly reset his dislocated shoulder, gritting his teeth to draw a cold smile; even facing everyone alone, his aura showed no sign of weakness.

He bit through the thorn strips binding his arms, letting his lips be sliced to bloody pulp by the thorns. He raised high the token given by Jin Chen.

"The General said, seeing this token is like seeing Ta Qingling zero; if you dare kill me… the General will certainly not let you off."

Xiwu State's national strength is inherently inferior to Crimson Dawn; otherwise it would not merely engage in covert harmful schemes.

"This..."

Warriors exchanged glances, eyes full of shock and disbelief: "How could the War God Ghost General give such an important token to this slave?"

"Could it really be as the scout reported, that Muyue is being protected like an eyeball by the Crimson Dawn State's War God?"

Within the imperial hall, he faced repeated provocations and threats; the Monarch again slammed the skull bones, shouting: "Muyue! Do you still have any regard for me as your father in your eyes?"

"When have your eyes ever held me as your son?"

Muyue retorted, tears gradually welling in his eyes yet still gleaming with ferocity: "If that were true, why would I have grown up in a prison, keeping company with rats and venomous snakes?"

"No one in the imperial palace looks up to me! Why don't you just kill me? Let me grow up without any dignity… why?"

The Monarch roared: "I am your sovereign! And you! You fail your mission, return spouting wild talk—do you have a death wish?"

Muyue stood alone and unaided in the hall, forcing out a bleak smile, his black hair disheveled, his fine clothes also in disarray.

He muttered: "I don't care about my life, I want my older brother…"

Muyue drew the dagger from his boot, thrusting forward with his waist and abdomen; the poison-glinting blade tip pointed at the startled Monarch, his eyes like a venomous snake's retaining only a lethal gleam.

The palace guards on both sides surged forward, yet could not stop Muyue at all; the arrow barrage they fired missed him entirely, falling to nothing.

But their numbers were simply too great; even if Muyue dodged as fast as he could, he still took three arrows to the back, lodged in his upper torso.

Muyue gritted his teeth, swallowing the blood that welled up, his laughter growing madder; he swept over the Monarch's tamed beasts lunging at him, then wrenched out an arrow and plunged it into the beast's eye.

Then, leveraging the rebound, he leapt onto the steps, stepping on beast bones to seize the Monarch's throat, the dagger laid horizontally across his neck.

"Don't move!"

Muyue shouted loudly, his eyes devoid of feeling, killing intent icy.

"Quick! … Everyone put down your knives!"

The Monarch finally felt fear rise from his heart, never imagining Muyue would be this bold.

"Muyue! I am your father! Patricide will be punished by the heavenly gods!"

"Then let the heavenly gods kill me!" Muyue spat angrily, "If there are heavenly gods, how could they allow Xiwu to descend into such chaos and filth?"

Muyue numb, gazing over everyone below the steps; he had never been here before, but looking down from the throne, he saw that everyone lacked dignity.

"I want the antidote, and also my wet nurse, Mother."

He calmly expressed his request to the Monarch; this was the first time he spoke to this father without servility.

The Monarch: "The antidote..."

The Monarch suddenly burst into loud laughter, reckoning that as long as the wet nurse who raised Muyue remained alive, he would certainly not dare act today.

"Muyue, do you know why you've been taking that deadly poison since childhood, yet still no antidote has been found in the palace?"

Muyue suddenly stunned: "You… what do you mean?"

"Because that deadly poison was personally prepared by the National Preceptor; the National Preceptor is dead, and even the short-acting detox pills are down to a single bottle, let alone an antidote that never existed."

The Monarch burst out laughing in anger: "You were destined to die! Did you really think you could live long?"

No antidote.

Muyue panicked, his hand shaking; only ten pellets in the bottle, no antidote—he… could only live less than a year longer?

"And Mother?" Muyue asked again.

"Hmph, naturally she's still locked up by me; if you want to see her, hurry and release her!"

The Monarch instinctively shouted a curse, but only felt the blade cut his flesh; a gloomy voice sounded from behind: "Now I am asking you—do not negotiate."

"Return my Mother to me! Otherwise I will kill you now."

Muyue again shouted down at the steps: "You are not allowed to move!"

Muyue suddenly realized something, pressing the struggling Monarch, he gouged the dagger tip into his chest and tore out the Heavenly Eye Pearl.

"The Heavenly Eye Pearl… is the Monarch's symbol."

Muyue snorted coldly, raising it high: "Who among you dares to stop me?"

The monarch's face was ashen and defeated; he blankly watched the warriors in the hall hesitate before kneeling, and for the first time felt the flaw of having too deep a slave nature.

They… actually only recognize the Heavenly Eye Pearl!

Muyue kicked open the monarch's body, stepped on his neck, her gaze so cold it seemed she was not looking at her father but a corpse.

"I ask again, where is Mother?"

The warrior at the side of the hall answered tremblingly: "As early as five days ago, she had already disappeared; it is said… it is said she wanted to flee, but was shot dead by stray arrows."

"Death…"

Muyue couldn't even say those words, biting hard on her tongue, trying to suppress the inner turmoil, but blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, still unable to conceal the pain.

Mother is dead.

He also won't live much longer.

Neither of the two things he intended to do upon returning were accomplished.

Muyue suddenly looked toward the light outside the hall, despair welling up in her heart.

Behind her came a rustling sound; it was the monarch's close guards trying to approach. Muyue turned her head slowly with a cold face, her eyes numb and ruthless.

The crisp sound of a neck being snapped was piercingly sharp; the close guard was kicked down the steps, Muyue casually wiped her blade on her clothes and then thrust it backward into the monarch's throat.

"Ugh…"

The monarch's eyes widened in utter terror.

"Nothing remains…"

Muyue said her last words to him: "I want… Xiwu's destruction."

Just treat it as a gift to her older brother before his death.

Thinking of Jin Chen, Muyue could barely hold back the urge to cry, almost biting a piece of flesh with her tongue to stop it.

Having kicked open the monarch's corpse, Muyue looked down from above upon everyone in the hall, blood dripped down the steps.

"Greet… greet the monarch!"

"Greet the monarch!"