Chapter 11635 — Your Majesty, You Must Not
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Until now, however much of a puppet the Zhou Son of Heaven might be, in the name of the Son of Heaven he could still draw the blessing of the Inner Royal Court's collective destiny.
His very existence could be counted the last fig leaf by which the Inner Royal Court kept up the appearance of unity.
Now that fig leaf was gone, and the Inner Royal Court would surely tear itself apart at an ever-quickening pace; the jostling among the various factions would formally enter its most fevered stage.
As one who had staked his wager on the Zhou Son of Heaven, he had not yet begun to reap the rewards of his arrangements before being declared out of the game.
A failed wager meant that in the age to come, there would be no place left for him.
The Queen smiled a radiant smile. "Your Majesty truly does not disappoint Us."
Hearing the praise, the Zhou Son of Heaven immediately wore a look of drunken infatuation, nodding again and again like a Pekingese. "Whatever pleases the Queen, We are willing to do anything."
The Queen gave a tinkling little laugh and turned to Wei Zhao. "This is the price for defying Us. Now you may wait at your ease for the backlash from the entire Inner Royal Court—though whether you can bear it is another matter."
Cheng Shuang'er looked at Wei Zhao with concern.
Sensing the commotion on every side, Wei Zhao was in no hurry. "I am a little curious—why are you targeting me?"
The Queen's expression turned abruptly cold. "No one can resist Our charm. Since you are blind and cannot feel Our peerless allure, then you deserve to die. Is that reason enough?"
"…"
Even Wei Zhao, who had weathered many a storm, could not help but feel a black line form across his brow at these words.
With a strange look on his face, Wei Zhao said, "That's it? Aren't you afraid of setting yourself on fire?"
Though the Zhou Son of Heaven was the one knocking his head against the ground, the queen who had lured him into kneeling and kowtowing could not possibly escape the unseen backlash of karma.
No clear-headed expert would ever act rashly before fully calculating the consequences of such backlash.
After all, enormous uncertainty lay within it.
Even one of great strength would face unknowable risk—and this queen's own strength was nowhere near that level to begin with.
The queen sneered, "This Palace said it: no one can withstand This Palace's charm. People blind as you are, who cannot see it, are ultimately only a tiny minority. Other men would only kneel and grovel at the hem of This Palace's skirt."
Wei Zhao was stunned for a long while, and at last summed it up in four words.
"Utterly fucking retarded."
To be honest, having come to the Son of Heaven's palace this time, he had already steeled himself for anything.
Never mind the Zhou Son of Heaven kneeling and kowtowing to him—even if he himself had to kill the Zhou Son of Heaven with his own hands, that was not something he could not accept.
But for things to unfold in such an absurd manner still made him unable to keep from blurting out how ridiculous it was.
Just because I wasn't captivated by the beauty filter you put on, you bear a grudge against me and want us both to go down together?
Wei Zhao said darkly, "Sir, using a woman like this as a piece—are you not afraid she'll ruin your grand design?"
"What are you talking about?"
The queen's eyelid twitched.
But Wei Zhao was not looking at her; he was quietly watching an empty spot in the hall.
Two seconds later, a tall figure appeared in that empty space—a middle-aged man with a deep, inscrutable air.
"You can see me?"
A flicker of surprise showed on the middle-aged man's face.
As a near-god expert, so long as he did not deliberately reveal himself, few could detect his presence face to face—not ordinary experts, and scarcely even those old monsters who had come out of the Inner Royal Court.