Chapter 11634 — The Queen Is Speechless for a Moment
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Given the spineless, cowardly nature of the Zhou Emperor—normally, never mind flying into a rage at him, the man probably wouldn't even dare meet his eyes—where would he get the courage to throw caution to the wind?
Could playing the bootlicker to someone really change a person's character?
But in this way, the matter really did become somewhat difficult to handle.
Just as Cheng Shuang'er had feared, the other party was, after all, the Zhou Emperor. As a puppet he might lack the ability to accomplish anything, but if he truly cast caution aside, he still possessed the ability to ruin things.
At the very least, he could drag others down into the mire with him.
Unless absolutely necessary, Wei Zhao truly did not wish to strike at him.
Seeing that Wei Zhao gave no response, the Queen murmured from the side, "Your Majesty, you are honored as the Son of Heaven, yet this person seems not to hold you in his eyes at all. Truly, I feel wronged on your behalf."
Such obvious fanning of the flames—any normal person would not fall for it.
Naturally, the Zhou Emperor was no fool either.
If such words had come from anyone else's mouth, he would have scoffed outright, but coming from the Queen's mouth, it was another matter entirely.
Sure enough, the Zhou Emperor immediately grew even more agitated and hot-headed.
Yet even having lost his reason, he still retained at least his most basic instincts, and did not charge straight at Wei Zhao to fight for his life.
Given the gap in strength between them, if he truly did so, it would be pure comedy.
Wei Zhao watched coldly from the sidelines. He too wanted to see what other tricks this Queen, with her beauty-filter switched on, could possibly pull.
The Queen urged him on, "Your Majesty, you are the Son of Heaven. If you wish to destroy a man, it is actually very simple—just kneel down and kowtow to him once. In the Inner Royal Court, no one can bear to receive your kowtow."
Wei Zhao and Cheng Shuang'er both felt their eyelids twitch in unison.
Though these words were meant to provoke, they were not entirely an exaggeration.
In the earlier Night央 Palace incident, the Zhou Emperor's flight from the battlefield was certainly contemptible, but from Wei Zhao's point of view, it was not necessarily a bad thing.
After all, once that head was lowered in a kowtow, it would truly be a defiance of all under heaven.
Yet for the Zhou Son of Heaven, this was also a double-edged sword.
The one he kowtowed to might not be able to bear it, but as for himself, once that head went down, he too would have to pay a tremendous price.
Once the Son of Heaven lost his decorum, the last shred of dignity left to this puppet sovereign might well be swept away with it.
By then, he would truly be nothing at all.
Normally the Zhou Son of Heaven would never commit such folly, but in his present state, it was hard to say.
In an instant, Wei Zhao distinctly felt the ancient, powerful presences hidden throughout the Son of Heaven's palace begin to stir one after another, restless and eager.
In a flash Wei Zhao understood: these old monsters were all waiting for the starting gun.
The opening of a new era required a clear signal.
The Night央 Palace incident could, in a sense, be regarded as an omen, but as a clear signal heralding the new era, it fell somewhat short.
Unless the Zhou Son of Heaven had not gone soft at the time and had knelt directly before Wei Zhao—then that would be another matter.
Still, it was not too late to push this step to the present.
Wei Zhao could foresee that if the Zhou Son of Heaven knelt and kowtowed to him today, the last remaining trace of the Heaven's Mandate on his person would inevitably collapse, and as one of the emblematic figures of the Inner Court, this would inevitably trigger a massive shock throughout the Inner Court.
These restless old monsters would, when the time came, certainly come swarming out of their lairs.