Chapter 11634 — The Queen Is Speechless for a Moment
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Her strength was not to be underestimated—at the very least, it far surpassed Cheng Shuang'er's.
The trouble was that the blade in Cheng Shuang'er's hand had been tempered with deadly poison; once blood was drawn, even a cultivator of the Venerable Realm would not be able to withstand it.
More importantly, she could not now gauge the depths of Cheng Shuang'er's strength.
Cheng Shuang'er had hidden herself so thoroughly—if the power she displayed on the surface were merely a disguise to deceive the eye, any rash move on her part might well land her in a pit of her own digging.
And standing before her, besides, was Wei Zhao, whose depths were unfathomable.
"Are you all dead?"
The Queen could not suppress her fury at the assembled palace maids. These were the ones in daily contact with her, the ones most deeply affected by her enchantment; under normal circumstances, it would have been utterly impossible for them to stand by and watch her be subdued like this.
Yet every palace maid present—including Zijuan, who had led Wei Zhao here—wore the same blank, wooden expression, utterly unmoved.
The Queen's heart sank at once, and when she looked again at Wei Zhao, her gaze could not help but carry a measure of dread.
She was no fool; she could see that everyone had been cowed by Wei Zhao.
The crux of it was that he had used no means at all—relying solely on an invisible aura to exert such intimidation. Even by the measure of her own experience, she could not help but be secretly alarmed.
The Inner Royal Court was not without such figures, but those capable of reaching this level were without exception mighty warlords of great renown.
How could a mere troublemaker stirring up waves in the Inner Royal Court possibly reach such heights?
The Queen's heart grew ever more unsettled with doubt and alarm.
But the next moment, she steadied herself again.
Impossible!
I must be overthinking it. No man under heaven can withstand my peerless charm—they are fit only to lie prostrate on the ground and lick my toes, and Wei Zhao is no different!
Just then, the panic-stricken voice of the Zhou Son of Heaven rang out from the doorway: "Release the Queen! Release Our Queen!"
Watching the Zhou Son of Heaven come stumbling in, the Queen let a flicker of disgust show at the corner of her eye, though her voice remained bewitchingly sweet.
"Your Majesty, they mean to kill your humble consort. Once I am gone, I shall never be able to keep you company again—whatever will become of you?"
"No, no! The Queen shall always be Our Queen—we shall never be parted!"
Like a lion goaded to madness, the Zhou Son of Heaven whipped his head around and roared at Cheng Shuang'er: "Drop the blade! I command you now, wretch—drop the blade!"
Even as he spoke, he reached heedlessly for the poisoned blade with his bare hand, utterly indifferent to his own life.
Cheng Shuang'er frowned and could only retreat instinctively.
After all, no matter what, the man was still the Zhou Son of Heaven.
If she died by the blade, it would inevitably stir up a huge storm throughout the Inner Royal Court. Cheng Shuang'er feared nothing else—only that it might ruin Wei Zhao's grand plan.
The Queen covered her mouth and laughed, saying in that tea-sipping, coquettish manner, "Your Majesty, you weren't hurt, were you? To make you take such a risk for my sake—truly, my sins are grave."
The Zhou Emperor was instantly bewitched again. After a moment of infatuation, he turned to look at Wei Zhao and the other, and his expression at once turned sinister and vicious.
"Queen, the one whose sins are grave is not you—it is them."
The Zhou Emperor stared coldly at Wei Zhao. "Wei Zhao, I have yielded to you again and again. Do you truly think I have no way to deal with you?"
Was this… throwing caution to the wind?
Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow. The Zhou Emperor in his present state was clearly not right in the head.