Chapter 361: Do You Regret It, Xun Xiuyuan?
Chapter 361: Do You Regret It, Xun Xiuyuan?
The secret guard's eyes widened, and he stood frozen, nailed to the pillar of the drawbridge.
The startled horse dragged the empty carriage, racing across the drawbridge like lightning.
Meng Qianqian strolled in front of the secret guard, meeting his terrified gaze. Without hesitation, she drew her crimson-tasseled spear.
The secret guard fell to the ground, his brains and blood splattering everywhere.
Meng Qianqian turned around and, without a backward glance, walked towards Xun Xiuyuan, who she had thrown to the side of the drawbridge.
By this time, he had already stood up from the snowy ground and was staring at Meng Qianqian with piercing eyes.
Meng Qianqian mocked, "You flee so quickly, not even caring about your own son?"
"Indeed, you abandon your devoted adopted son without a second thought. How can you expect to have a conscience? Am I right, Xun Xiuyuan?"
This was the first time Meng Qianqian had addressed Xun Xiuyuan by his name, but it felt like she had cursed him a hundred times in her dreams.
"You wanted to become an emperor? How could you have such grand ambitions without bursting from them?"
"Oh, I spoke wrongly, and now I'm about to die."
Meng Qianqian spoke calmly as she walked towards him step by step. When she was seven steps away, she thrust her spear towards his right eye.
In a flash, he raised his hand and grabbed her spear, pulling Meng Qianqian towards himself.
He reached out to choke Meng Qianqian's throat.
Now!
Meng Qianqian stared intently at his eyes and extended her two fingers, "Great Vajra Finger!"
If this hit its target, it would surely gouge out his eyeball.
Xun Xiuyuan's eyes flickered, and he was too late to choke Meng Qianqian. Instead, he tried to block her hand.
But no matter how he tried, he didn't expect Meng Qianqian's left hand to be a feint, and her right hand ruthlessly struck his waist, hitting a vital point.
Xun Xiuyuan immediately convulsed in pain.
This move was Meng Qianqian's variation of the Majestic King's technique, but she, being a doctor, knew which acupoints could make life unbearable.
Three-tenths of Xun Xiuyuan's inner energy was instantly neutralized, and he retreated several steps, his eyes cold as he stared at Meng Qianqian.
Meng Qianqian clapped her hands, "You think I'm cheating? I'll hit you where it hurts the most. You, who has been on the battlefield, don't even understand the principle of deception in warfare. Do you still claim your military achievements are not fabricated?"
"Military achievements, sons, and affections—from head to toe, inside and out—what isn't fake about you? Fake achievements, fake faces, fake top scholar, fake emotions, and fake loyalty. Ah, I'm talking about your real son, the only legitimate heir, who is an incompetent Adou. Your despised bastard son might be a descendant of the Miaojiang Shamaness. Do you regret it, Xun Xiuyuan?"
Xun Xiuyuan's mental state was as calm as a millennia-old well, unperturbed by waves.
However, when he heard the last sentence, his unchanging expression finally cracked for a fleeting moment.
Meng Qianqian gave a cold smile, "Miaojiang? You had it within your grasp, but you pushed it away yourself."
Seeing her opponent finally lose his composure, even if only slightly, Meng Qianqian felt a surge of satisfaction in her heart.
"You've been plotting your whole life, but in the end, you're destroyed by your own schemes. Do you know why Lu Yuan insisted on sending Luo San to Miaojiang? Was it really just to confuse people's vision?"
"Do you know that one of the three great shamanesses of Wu Shan in Miaojiang is from the Luo family? Lu Yuan sent Luo San to Miaojiang to let him find his roots."
"Your despised bastard son is a descendant of the high and mighty shamaness. He carries the noble blood of Wu Shan in his veins, not the lowly blood of a wild child!"
"Do you regret it, Xun Xiuyuan!"
A short chapter on the high-speed train, and I'll continue when I get home.
(End of Chapter)
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