Empress Fu Yao [Volume 2] (Completed)✔

The Cruelest Revenge

Not turning around, Zhangsun Wuji repeated, "Escort the Empress back to rest!"

The guards hesitated but complied, only to be stopped by the Empress. "Withdraw! Is this a place for you to interfere? I come and go as I please. Let us see who would dare touch me."

Zhangsun Wuji reciprocated her gaze and laughed. "No one can touch you, Mother. You can do anything you want to, but let me remind you that I have the power to discipline people. If you make me feel uneasy, I will have no choice but to take action. Do as you deem fit."

"You!"

Zhangsun Wuji grabbed Meng Fuyao and walked away. Reaching the middle of the long corridor, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but turn around. She spotted the noble lady shuddering in her bright yellow robe. From afar she no longer looked imposing. Instead, she appeared weak and fragile, like a dried leaf that was floating helplessly amid the whole palace of blooming flowers.

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Meng Fuyao sighed inwardly. That was the nation's mother and son duo, and they were simply members of the imperial family, which was full of deception, opposition, schemes, and cruelty. She had always thought that as the most capable and only prince of the Five Region Continent, Zhangsun Wuji would naturally be his parents' sole source of pride and glory. Wuji royal family had to be the most harmonious family within the whole of the region continent, but the reality wasn't so. The relationship between mother and son was cracked beyond repair, and even their words for one another were cold and pressing, causing even an outsider like her to feel uncomfortable. What other unspeakable secrets were kept hidden within the multi-leveled palaces and pavilions?

King De and the empress were probably in an unusual relationship...

Was that the reason Zhangsun Wuji had given him a way out?

Meng Fuyao had unintentionally offended Zhangsun Wuji's mother and seeing that the latter couldn't wait to skin her alive, all she could feel was grief. It mattered less if she had offended God, but to offend a lady meant dire consequences...

Zhangsun Wuji sped up gradually, his light purple robe swaying in the early spring breeze. He looked like a soft, flying cloud, and staring at his feet, Meng Fuyao felt uneasy. Ever since she had known him, he had always been calm and stable, and had never, ever, lost himself.

However, now, he was clearly in an overwhelmingly complex mood, evident from his fast yet unsteady steps. Meng Fuyao was at least astonished.

'What could possibly have happened to cause him such shock?'

They followed the governor-general toward the courtyard, and the crowd around them gradually lessened as their route became more isolated. Finally, they stopped before a row of servant houses. The houses had an ordinary appearance, and colorful cloth robes were being dried outside. Three individuals passed through the laundry unit while the governor-general opened the third room door. Upon pushing it forward, a heavy metallic stench attacked their senses. The light within the room was dark and gloomy, and the tools found inside were unremarkable. Nevertheless, Meng Fuyao's attention had been caught by a simple looking oil lamp.

Indeed, the lamp turned out to be a switch to a secret door. The governor-general lifted the lamp cover, and the western wall started rising. The governor-general moved aside with a bow, not daring to advance another step. He stood at the top of the stairs as sweat poured from his forehead.

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Accidentally getting involved in the royal family's secrets, the governor-general felt anything but safe. The way he looked as Meng Fuyao foolishly followed them was no different from the way he would at a goose awaiting slaughter.