Chapter 11635 — Your Majesty, You Must Not
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"Unforgivable! Utterly unforgivable!"
The last shred of reason left to the Zhou Son of Heaven dissolved completely, and he was on the verge of knocking his head to the ground before Wei Zhao.
"Your Majesty, you must not!"
Hou Chuang rushed in to stop him.
As the newly appointed Grand Preceptor, though at bottom he too was scheming to make use of the Zhou Son of Heaven, his interests were at least bound far more deeply to the Son of Heaven's.
If the Zhou Son of Heaven were ruined, he would suffer enormous losses as well.
By contrast, this Queen was nominally one flesh with the Son of Heaven, yet in truth, far from sharing a single heart with him, the Son of Heaven had never so much as touched her hand—he was nothing but a toy she played with between her palms.
The Zhou Son of Heaven stopped instinctively.
The Queen said in a soft, syrupy voice, "His Majesty has His Majesty's own judgment—does He need a mere servant like you to gesticulate and give orders? Or do you fancy yourself wiser than His Majesty?"
Hou Chuang did not dare talk back.
More precisely, he did not dare come into any contact with this woman at all—not even the faintest brush of eyes.
He had tasted her cruelty before.
If he wished to restrain himself and not become this woman's simpering dog like the Zhou Son of Heaven, this was the only way.
Otherwise, forget persuading the Zhou Son of Heaven—he himself would likely be kneeling and kowtowing right alongside him.
But precisely because of this, the Zhou Son of Heaven became even harder to control.
Bang!
Without another word, the Zhou Son of Heaven dropped to his knees before Wei Zhao, and the invisible imperial fortune above his head collapsed by a great margin on the spot.
Hou Chuang could not bear to watch, yet in the Queen's presence he was utterly powerless to stop it.
Cheng Shuang'er looked anxiously toward Wei Zhao.
Though the course of events was beyond her control and she too was a pawn in someone else's hands, when all was said and done, today's affair had arisen because of her, and if it truly brought harm to Wei Zhao, she would be consumed with self-reproach.
Yet Wei Zhao watched this scene with a calm face, showing no intent to forcibly step in and stop it.
The Zhou Son of Heaven kneeling to him was indeed no good thing, but fortune and misfortune lean upon each other—good fortune does not necessarily fail to turn into bad, nor does bad fortune necessarily fail to become good.
Wei Zhao's true focus at this moment lay not before his eyes, but upon the entire Imperial Palace.
At the very instant the Zhou Son of Heaven knelt, the restless old monsters suddenly fell silent as one, all of them drawing in their claws.
It was as if the birds and beasts of the mountain forest that had been clamoring noisily had all at once gone quiet.
That was certainly not because they had grown any more refined.
The only explanation was that a fierce beast was on the prowl.
Through the unfolded vision of the world, Wei Zhao could see with perfect clarity a blurred, indistinct figure—yet one of extraordinary power—rapidly drawing near.
A quasi-god expert!
Wei Zhao's heart gave a slight leap. Han Niansan had not exaggerated after all; the waters of this Son of Heaven's palace were indeed unfathomable now.
A year ago, even Heaven-Rank Venerables had been rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; now they were everywhere, and even a lofty quasi-god expert had appeared!
At this moment, the Zhou Son of Heaven, egged on by the Queen, bowed his head toward Wei Zhao with absolute resolve.
With that one bow, the last shred of the Son of Heaven's destiny upon his head scattered utterly away.
In the unseen depths, a vast, bottomless crack opened across the whole of the Inner Royal Court.
"It's over…"
Hou Chuang murmured in despair.