Chapter 11639 — The Puppet of the Gods Works, After All
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With Yi Liuchao no longer propping her up from behind, and her own divine beauty wholly useless against Wei Zhao, she would have had to be a fool not to know she had kicked an iron plate.
Besides, she was merely narcissistic—not truly foolish.
But the very next second, her scalp went numb and her heart was suddenly hollow and empty, as though she had lost something, and yet it seemed that nothing had changed at all.
Just then, Cheng Shuang'er lowered her long saber with a strange look on her face.
The Queen's heart eased.
That the other side was willing to let her off at such a moment—the scene might be a little ugly, but being able to climb down off the tiger's back was no bad thing for her in the end.
Only, under Cheng Shuang'er's peculiar gaze, the Queen instinctively felt a chill crawl through her heart.
"Queen! Queen!"
The Zhou Son of Heaven came charging in, panic written all over his face, and the instant he laid eyes on Wei Zhao blocking his way, his expression turned feverish and savage.
"Wei Zhao, what have you done with Our Queen? We shall say this plainly here and now: if you dare harm a single hair of the Queen's head, We shall be at death's enmity with you forever!"
At that, Wei Zhao bared his teeth in a grin and tossed back a mocking line: "Your Majesty's courage is truly commendable."
The Zhou Son of Heaven, not understanding in the least, anxiously cast about on his own, searching for the Queen's figure.
Yet his gaze rested on the Queen for barely a second before sliding away again as he went on searching left and right.
The Queen said sweetly, "Your Majesty, you have finally come. Your handmaiden was so frightened."
The Zhou Son of Heaven blinked. "Who are you? Why are you wearing the Queen's robes?"
The Queen batted her eyes. "Whatever does Your Majesty mean? I am your Queen. Can Your Majesty truly fail to recognize even me?"
"You are the Queen?"
The Zhou Son of Heaven's gaze turned sharp all at once. "Who taught you to say such things? Why do you impersonate my Queen?"
This time it was the Queen's turn to be dumbfounded.
The Zhou Son of Heaven had always been her most devoted lapdog; a single glance from her could play him between her palms. What in the world was happening now?
The Zhou Son of Heaven seemed to realize something, and in an instant grew agitated; he strode forward and seized the Queen by the throat. "Who are you? Where have you taken my Queen?"
The Queen was caught off guard, and for a moment even forgot to struggle.
What unfolded before her eyes had gone wholly beyond her understanding.
Then Wei Zhao said quietly, "Your Majesty, is it not possible that she is the very Queen you hold so dear?"
"Rubbish!"
The Zhou Son of Heaven flew into a rage. "My Queen is beautiful as an immortal, a true goddess descended to the mortal world. How could this ugly woman be my Queen? She cannot compare to a single strand of the Queen's hair. To mention her in the same breath as the Queen is the gravest blasphemy against her!"
The Queen was struck as if by lightning.
Dull as her wits might be, she was finally beginning to grasp something.
Cheng Shuang'er obligingly brought over a dressing mirror. Staring at herself in the glass, the Queen froze for a moment, then abruptly let out a shriek so shrill it pierced the scalp.
For no other reason than this: the greatest reliance she had ever possessed—her divine beauty—was gone.
What she now saw in the mirror was her truest self.
"It is not me! This is not me! I do not look like this!"
This time it was the Zhou Son of Heaven's turn to be dumbfounded.
Looking at the mad woman before him, he too finally, belatedly, realized that something was very wrong.
The Zhou Son of Heaven turned in shock to look at Grand Preceptor Hou Chuang, who had entered together with him, his voice trembling slightly.
"She is my Queen?"