“Yes, don’t be sad. We will all respect you. After all, you served the master for so long before us. Even if you didn’t do anything special, you worked hard. We are grateful for your kindness. In the future, when you can no longer serve him, we brothers will serve the master even more diligently and make up for your share.” Another man came up and said with a charming and considerate tone.
Looking at the Poison Saint's aged and disheveled appearance, the two men couldn't hide the disgust, mockery, and shock in their eyes. They had been instantly captivated by the stunning beauty and immense wealth of the King, and while they had been brought in to act, they harbored thoughts of taking the role seriously. They wanted to become the King's male concubines, ensuring a life of comfort and freedom from the oppression of other men.
But the King actually had feelings for an old man, and even seemed to care about him quite a bit. This old man wasn't anything special, was he? Didn't the King feel disgusted when he was with him? They were somewhat horrified by the King's preferences. But they were adept at reading people and immediately realized the King liked this old fellow. And in that instant, both of them felt a sense of crisis and simultaneously wanted to get rid of the old man.
The two handsome young boys talked back and forth, and soon they had rendered the Poison Saint worthless. However, they spoke in a cryptic manner, so no one could find fault with them.
The King of the World did not stop him at all, and sat there drinking as if he hadn't heard anything, without even looking at the Poison Saint.
The Poison Saint lost all face and was left with numerous injuries, both physical and emotional, that were difficult to heal. He looked at the World King with a strange gaze. Was this still the woman who once cherished him like a precious treasure? It turned out that she could be terrifyingly ruthless.
Want to make him wish he were dead? Get revenge on him? He only went to a brothel once, and she can't stand it? When she had countless men, did she ever think that he, watching from the sidelines, also felt pain?!
"That's the downside of getting old and losing your looks. Without this pretty face and youthful body, you're worthless. Sigh, brother, I have to take good care of this face. I can't let myself become an unwanted old codger." The male prostitute became bolder and bolder as he spoke. Seeing that the King of the World was still smiling, he became even bolder and actually made sarcastic remarks about the Poison Saint's appearance and age.
The Poison Saint stared coldly at the young male prostitute, muttering, "Young? Beautiful? Heh, heh heh, these two things are what ruined my life..."
The king's hand holding the wine cup tightened suddenly. A faint pain lingered in her heart. Her forehead throbbed, and her head throbbed with pain, all because of his expression and his unwilling murmurs.
The Poison Saint stroked his aged face, which resembled old tree bark. His hair was no longer concealed; the youthful energy emanating from his magnificent chestnut-brown hair seemed so incongruous and eerie with his aged appearance.
He didn't know what was wrong with him; he had always loathed his own appearance and body, but today, he couldn't bear the humiliation and mockery from these two lowly male prostitutes. He wanted to shut them up, he wanted to make them give up, he wanted to strike them hard! To make them never be able to hold their heads high in front of him again!
The Poison Saint looked up coldly at the King, then took out a small jade gourd tied with a red string from around his neck, gently stroking it. A faint struggle flickered in his eyes, yet there was also a madness and unbridled desire to unravel everything. He didn't want to see disgust and indifference in the King's eyes; he didn't want to use this body to vie for favor; he refused to admit that he loved the King.
But why does he want to return to his original state? That face and that body used to drive the King crazy, making him willing to do anything to have him. Now, does that face and that body still have that power? He lacks confidence because the King no longer loves him.
But he told himself that he wasn't doing it for the King, but for himself. He wouldn't lower himself to that level; he wouldn't let a few lowly people trample on his dignity!
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and the Poison Saint abruptly pulled off the lid, tilting his head back to drink the contents of the jade gourd. The entire hall was instantly filled with a strange fragrance.
The Queen was terrified, her face turning deathly pale. She didn't know what the Poison Saint had drunk; her first thought was that it was some kind of poison, something he had prepared to escape her. She threw down her wine cup and rushed forward, smashing the jade gourd from his hand, but it was too late. 17070219
The jade gourd was now completely empty!
The king was terrified, shaking his body and forcefully shoving his fingers into his mouth, roaring with bloodshot eyes, "What did you eat? Spit it out, spit it all out right now! Did you hear me? I'll make you spit it out! If you dare leave me, I'll kill the entire Lou clan. All 13,720 of your relatives are in my hands. If you dare to die, I'll make them all pay with their lives!"
The princess was terrified and could only resort to threats and coercion without thinking. She was afraid that Lou Yun would really abandon her, really tire of her harassment, and that Lou Yun would truly leave her with no will to live. 197.
The Poison Saint glared fiercely, his mouth aching from being pried open, but he didn't stop her. He was angry that she had used his people to blackmail him, yet he was also happy to see the care in her eyes again. He seemed to be sick, his mood rising because of her concern.
Seeing him standing there dumbfounded, the Princess was truly terrified. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to kill Luo Zhiheng! It was all because of her wicked schemes that she might lose Lou Yun.
"Is there an antidote? Speak up, spit it out quickly!" The king had lost all his composure, demeanor, and domineering presence, and was as chaotic as a beast that had lost its mind.
"Cough cough..." The Poison Saint coughed violently. He almost vomited. There was only one bottle of the substance. If he really vomited, he would never recover in this lifetime. He was so frightened that his eyes widened. He began to resist and forcefully knocked her hand away. He fell to the ground and his body began to convulse. He convulsed without any strength and made painful whimpering sounds.
The king screamed and rushed over: "Yun'er! How are you, Yun'er? Someone, call Huo Yun! Quickly, call Huo Yun!"
“My lord, please don’t worry, he just couldn’t think straight…” A young male prostitute tried to seize the opportunity to speak, but he was angrily rebuked by the king as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Get out! What right do you have to compare yourself to him? A bunch of lowly bastards! Get out of here!" The king roared, his eyes bloodshot.
The two male prostitutes were so frightened that they froze on the spot, too scared to move.
After convulsing for a while, the Poison Saint's body emitted a crackling sound, like the sound of bones stretching. His muscles began to visibly expand, and his withered face seemed to be rapidly growing muscles. His wrinkled skin was slowly being stretched, and his rough skin began to regain its luster...
The king was stunned, and everyone in the room was dumbfounded, staring at this bizarre and terrifying scene as if they had seen a ghost.
The Poison Saint seemed to be crying in pain, but his body was still growing. His bones seemed to be stretching wildly. His body, which had shrunk into that of a little old man, was growing. His muscles were multiplying, and his skin was regaining its elasticity...
He gradually transformed from an old man into a strong middle-aged man, and then back into the frail body of a young boy.
In no time, his body tore through his white robe, and he collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. His clothes were soaked; he must have been drenched in sweat. His frail body was tall and slender, his long legs twitching slightly beneath the tattered robe. His shoulders were slightly exposed, and the small, worn robe couldn't conceal the sharp edges of his collarbones. Water droplets dripped from his long hair, obscuring his face.
The Queen's eyes went through a dramatic shift in emotion, from despair to shock to ecstasy, almost instantaneously. She was overjoyed because she knew her Yun'er had returned! She had finally returned!!
"Yun'er, Lou Yun?" The Prince's voice trembled with excitement and sorrow. She had always hoped that Lou Yun could return to his former self, but she dared not say it. She was afraid that Lou Yun would think that she only loved his handsome appearance. She proved with her actions that no matter what Lou Yun was like, as long as he was still Lou Yun, she would continue to love him.
Poison Saint was panting heavily, as if he had run 25,000 miles and was exhausted, suffocating and in pain. Even the strength to lift his head seemed so weak. He slowly turned his head, half of his long hair and half his face, but it was enough to make everyone in the hall gasp in horror.
How to describe that face? It was a slightly long, but very beautiful oval face. His soft eyebrows carried a faint air of sorrow and melancholy. His tired, slightly lowered eyes were long and narrow, almost flying up. His eyelashes, which trembled lightly like phoenix feathers, shattered the light in his eyes, revealing it inch by inch. There was a kind of despair and unwilling stubbornness, as well as the pride of a boy who was more ambitious than the sky.
His nose was so perfect that his lips seemed a little too reserved and demure, slightly pouting, with a childlike willfulness and stubbornness.
His face, with its unusually pale skin and deep-set eyes, made him a stunningly handsome, almost demonic, man. Perhaps a single glance from him could make a king abandon three thousand cities for a single smile from him.
His gaze swept indifferently across the king's face, yet he already saw the ecstasy and infatuation in the king's eyes. His heart ached. Was he using his beauty to please him? What a pathetic life; in the end, he couldn't escape this woman's grasp.
He looked at the two boys who had just mocked his old age with disdain, his gaze piercing them with unbridled cruelty. His childish behavior delighted the king.
At this moment, the Queen was grateful to Luo Zhiheng, so grateful that she wished she could immediately announce that Luo Zhiheng would inherit her throne! Because the question that had troubled her for so many years had finally been answered thanks to Luo Zhiheng's advice. She was finally certain that Lou Yun loved her!
Lou Yun was like a cloud in a pavilion, untouched by dust, a cloud she cherished with her entire life. She feared this cloud would dissipate, vanish, and fly away, so the pavilion where it hid had no windows, its doors sealed, allowing only her to enter, to freely peer into, caress, and possess this cloud she had kept so high. She held him supreme, willing to submit before him, to kiss his toes, simply because he was Lou Yun, the man she had loved for half her life.
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286. The Phoenix Emerges from the Direct Lineage, Surpassing Emperor Xian! (Bonus Chapter for 41,000 Recommendation Votes)
Updated: 2013-08-26 17:31:41 Word Count: 3370
"Yun'er!" The King's hands trembled with excitement. He didn't dare to grip Yun'er's hand tightly, but he still hurt him. His body was extremely fragile at this moment. His body, which had been shrunken for many years, was suddenly released, as if all the bones in his body had been shattered and were being reassembled. Moreover, he would need a long period of recuperation.
Poison Saint regretted it now, because he was in so much pain that he almost fainted. Was he really going to suffer like this just to save a moment of pride? Had he not developed a brain all these years? This time, he was sure that bastard Qin Yinshi would become arrogant and smug again.
Poison Saint didn't last long before he really fainted. The World King was so frightened that he quickly picked him up and left with great care, as if he had found a treasure.
Everyone in the room was dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, an old man had transformed into an unparalleled handsome man. He didn't even need to say a word; everyone else was already ashamed to the point of wanting to disappear.
Behind the screen, Luo Zhiheng slowly closed her chin, wiping away the cold sweat from her brow. She murmured with lingering fear, "That was terrifying! He even had a transformation ability? No wonder he was so infatuated with the Prince; he's quite the handsome man after all. Thank goodness he didn't commit suicide by poison, otherwise, given how much the Prince loved him, wouldn't I have been buried with him?"
Luo Zhiheng ran back to her room with lingering fear, nestled in Mu Yunhe's arms, and pretended to be pitiful. She described what had just happened in a wronged manner, portraying herself as innocent and naive, while the Poison Saint became the one who almost killed her.
Mu Yunhe had his own discernment and naturally knew which of Luo Zhiheng's words were true and which were false. He also knew that Luo Zhiheng wasn't a liar, just mischievous. So he smiled without saying a word. However, his hands weren't so well-behaved; he kept trying to grope Luo Zhiheng's chest. But Luo Zhiheng always managed to dodge him. After a while, Mu Yunhe got angry and said, "You'd better go and apologize to the Prince, otherwise you'll be in big trouble when she comes looking for you herself."
"How could that be? That old guy... wait, he looks only about twenty years old, about the same age as you. He didn't die; instead, he reverted to his original appearance. The King should thank me. Hehe, didn't you see how the King's eyes widened? That man is indeed handsome," Luo Zhiheng said with a smile.
Mu Yunhe's lips instantly turned down, and he said with a half-smile, "Is it really that good-looking? How does it compare to mine?"
Luo Zhiheng's eyes darted around, and she smiled as she hugged his neck and said coquettishly, "My little Hehe is the most handsome man in the world, and no other man can compare to him."
That evening, when Luo Zhiheng finally had some free time, the nanny pulled her aside and whispered, "Sure enough, we found a lot of things at Luo Ningshuang's place, including poison. What should we do, Miss? Luo Ningshuang got so many things; it seems she had planned this all along."
Luo Zhiheng sneered: "Poison? She really won't give up. I just don't understand, how can she hate me so much? Is she planning to poison me? What kind of poison is it?" 17070219197.
"It's not highly poisonous, but eating it will make people weak and achy all over, and it will also arouse lust," the wet nurse said with a gloomy expression.
"Spring, medicine?!" Luo Zhiheng was shocked, her expression changing repeatedly.
Why would Luo Ningshuang, a young woman, carry aphrodisiacs with her? What is her purpose? She certainly wouldn't use the drug on herself, so who does she intend to give it to?
"Young Miss, should I... get rid of her?" The wet nurse hesitated for a long time before finally making up her mind.
Luo Zhiheng was shocked again, because she had a mysterious mother and a dowry that was worth a fortune, and she was the sole legal heir to that dowry. But none of this could erase the fact that Luo Ningshuang was her biological sister, her mother's biological daughter. The wet nurse was her mother's loyal servant, and there was no reason for her to love her so much, yet she could really be so ruthless as to kill Luo Ningshuang, who shared the same bloodline as her.
Luo Zhiheng narrowed her eyes, her voice light and casual: "Your wet nurse has quite the audacity. Although I hate to admit it, she is my own sister. Doesn't what you're doing make me feel disheartened? Doesn't it make my mother die with regrets?"
The wet nurse said very seriously, "I have only one mission, and that is to be loyal to the young master! And there will always be only one young master, and that is the young master's eldest daughter! As for others, no matter who they are, if they may endanger the young master's safety, I will not hesitate to eliminate them completely! Young master, even if that person is your own sister! And your mother will not blame me, because these were her last words before she died!"
Luo Zhiheng was truly shocked by these strange rules and ways of doing things, but she was even more shocked by who her mother was.
"What does my status as the eldest daughter truly represent? We're both daughters of the same mother, so why is the eldest daughter so high and mighty, while the second daughter is relegated to a life of insignificance?" Luo Zhiheng asked the crucial question. The wet nurse's repeated emphasis on the eldest daughter's status suggested a shocking story behind it.
The wet nurse's eyes flashed. She really wanted to tell her young master that the master's eldest daughter represented supreme power, that she was a legitimate candidate for the heir to the royal family, and that she might be able to rule the entire Silver Moon Kingdom! Because the master was the legitimate daughter of Her Majesty the Queen of Silver Moon Kingdom, the most legitimate direct descendant of the royal princess, and since the master had died, the master's eldest daughter inherited this noble status, and naturally, she was above all else.
The rules of the Silvermoon Kingdom, passed down for generations, cannot be changed. Therefore, being born into the rightful heir is very important in the Silvermoon Kingdom. If you are the eldest daughter, you have absolute inheritance rights; if you are the second daughter, you can only rely on the protection of your family for your entire life.
Just like Empress Xian and Prince Shi, these two sisters are twins, but because Empress Xian is the eldest daughter, she was naturally and without question made Crown Princess, while Prince Shi could only be a prince. Luo Zhiheng and Luo Ningshuang are twins, but Luo Zhiheng was born into a noble family as the eldest daughter, so her status was naturally incomparable!
If the wet nurse's estimation was accurate, the only person in the Silver Moon Kingdom who could rival the ruthless Emperor Xian in terms of status and lineage was Luo Zhiheng! In other words, if the King wanted to become Empress, he would have to fight tooth and nail and use scheming, but his ascension would still be illegitimate, a usurpation. Emperor Xian's ascension, on the other hand, was a legitimate succession, in accordance with the will of Heaven. But Luo Zhiheng was different. Aside from being inferior to these two in seniority, she was superior in both lineage and status!
Because Luo Zhiheng's grandfather, who is also Luo Zhiheng's father, was Her Majesty the Empress's third imperial consort! Equivalent to the Empress in a patriarchal society! He was a true descendant of the phoenix!
Because neither of Her Majesty's first two consorts had children with her, and both suffered from health problems, they eventually passed away. It was only then that the Empress married her third consort. Before this, she had already had a child with a concubine. At that time, the Empress was past middle age and had given up hope of having a legitimate daughter, thus designating her eldest daughter, Xian, as Crown Princess. However, things didn't go as planned, and her third consort proved remarkably capable, resulting in the Empress becoming pregnant.
When Qin Yinheng was born, Emperor Xian and King Shi had already come of age. This child, who arrived nearly thirty years late, instantly became the apple of the Empress's eye. Moreover, because this child was the only legitimate heir, unlike Emperor Xian who was only half legitimate, he naturally held a high position in the Silver Moon Kingdom.
That's why they were later hunted down, and at a young age, they were separated from their mother and lost their father.
The wet nurse's eyes welled up with tears at the thought of what had happened back then. She looked at Luo Zhiheng with pity. This child should have replaced Emperor Xian and ascended the throne, but now she lived in the mortal world. She, a phoenix destined for the heavens, had fallen into the mud. And to be plotted against by a lowly younger sister. She feared her master wouldn't be happy if he knew in the afterlife.
Looking at the wet nurse's expression, Luo Zhiheng subconsciously knew she might have asked something she shouldn't have, and that if she pressed the wet nurse further, she probably wouldn't be able to tell her anything. So she changed the subject and instead asked, "You didn't touch her things, did you?"
"No, what are your plans, young master?" the wet nurse asked.
Luo Zhiheng said, "Let's hold back for now. It's a bit too early to eliminate her completely. Let's see what she's up to. If she really prepared that aphrodisiac for me, then I'll wait until she makes her move before dealing with her. I won't hurt an innocent person, but I won't let those who harmed me get away with it either. I don't want to stain my hands with too much sin. Nanny, keep a close eye on her recently and don't make any rash moves."
The child suddenly reached out his hand. The wet nurse nodded and said, "This servant understands."
After their private conversation ended, the two returned to their room only to find out that the emperor had come in person and had brought Murong Qianxue back with him.
Murong Qianxue had been staying in the palace to comfort the Empress and keep Yu'er company. Her being brought back by the Emperor this time was clearly purposeful. However, before Luo Zhiheng could intervene, Elder Tong personally intervened, keeping Murong Qianxue behind and seeing the Emperor off.
Murong Qianxue was delighted to see Luo Zhiheng, but her true colors soon resurfaced. She roared angrily, "I never knew the old folks of our Mu Dynasty had such power and influence! My brother-in-law even greets Elder Tong with a smile. But my poor sister! I saw bruises on her neck yesterday; it must have been from that damned brother-in-law! I want to settle the score with him, but my sister won't let me. It's infuriating! Heng'er, you have to help me think of a way to deal with that bastard emperor!"
Luo Zhiheng was stunned, somewhat amused and exasperated. What did she mean by "beaten"? It was probably kissed by the emperor.
"Heng'er, what are you laughing at? Hey? How come you have a wound on your neck too? Who hit you? Did Mu Yunhe hit you?" Murong Qianxue noticed the faint blue mark that was faintly visible under Luo Zhiheng's collar and immediately started shouting.
Luo Zhiheng's face turned awkward for a moment, and she quickly covered her neck, cursing Mu Yunhe as a bastard in her heart. It must have been the traces he left last night!
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287 Extortion on one hand, deception on the other! A bitter falling out!
Updated: 2013-08-27 12:42:15 Word Count: 7711