Chapter 192 Female Supreme Yuanjun 15

The death of Huang Guiqing was too horrible. Just looking at the upper part, he looked like he was dying with his eyes wide open, but his lips were curved as if he was very happy, and his whole face looked extremely distorted.

Le Xiaoyu felt a tingling and trembling sensation on her body. At first, she thought she was frightened, but soon she found something wrong. The feeling did not disappear after the shock, but became stronger.

She looked down in surprise, but saw that the wound on her arm had changed from bright red to an ominous purple in a short period of time, and the color was visibly rising.

The terrifying black and purple color climbed up like a living insect, and in the blink of an eye, her arm swelled up a lot, looking very scary.

"The dagger is poisonous!" Le Xiaoyu screamed in fear and ordered hurriedly, "Go and call the imperial physician!"

The palace servants were also frightened by this scene. Two of them quickly ran out. The rest of them gathered around and looked at her swollen arm. They were all at a loss for a moment, and some even burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!" Le Xiaoyu shouted impatiently, scaring Xian Qing, who was holding her arm and crying, to stop crying.

The emperor's eyes were already blurry, but he still patiently comforted him: "Don't be afraid, my dear, I will be fine."

"I'm not afraid," Xian Qing choked with tears, "The emperor is long live, and he will be safe..."

Le Xiaoyu felt even more sore and numb, and nodded randomly. She didn't have the patience to coax him anymore. Seeing him crying non-stop, she suddenly felt annoyed.

She suddenly strode to the body of Huang Guiqing, stepped on his face, and said angrily: "Sword man, dare to harm me, I will tear you into pieces and wipe out your entire family!"

Huang Guiqing's face was deformed by her stepping, and it looked even more terrifying, and she herself fell backwards on her back because of excessive force.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" The palace servants hurriedly stepped forward to catch her, saving her from falling, but after this movement, the black and purple branches on Le Xiaoyu's body had passed her neck and began to extend to her face.

"Your Majesty, don't move again," the palace servant advised in horror, "The poison will spread faster!"

Although Le Xiaoyu couldn't see the situation on her face, the discomfort in her body still made her feel bad. In this short period of time, she felt flustered and short of breath, and the strength in her body was constantly lost, and her eyes were black from time to time.

Is she going to confess here today?

The emperor was in a panic, secretly hating himself for being too careless. Even Cen Geng was killed by her, but he accidentally fell into the hands of a man.

Time passed bit by bit, and Le Xiaoyu's consciousness gradually blurred. She vaguely heard a burst of screams from outside the palace, which made her head throb.

Shut up!

She thought she was scolding, but in fact, all the sounds were stuck in her throat, and the noisy sounds did not decrease, but became louder and louder, and finally seemed to be ringing in her ears.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not good!" Xian Qing lay on her with tears on his face, his face was pale and blue, and his eyes were full of horror, "Outside, outside..."

Le Xiaoyu raised her eyes weakly, and before she could figure out what he was saying, a group of people had walked in from the open door, and the person leading them was Cen Geng, who they thought was dead.

"Huh?" The tall woman looked around the room and said in surprise, "Your Majesty, it's really lively here."

"You——" Le Xiaoyu took a long time to recognize her, and immediately showed an expression as if she had seen a ghost. Then, before she could even hum, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Most of the ministers at the banquet were already a little drunk, and suddenly heard that the emperor was assassinated in his own palace, and they were sobered up halfway. At this time, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they all rushed over.

Cen Geng did not ask anyone to clean up the scene, and the emperor's body was found on the spot. The imperial physician arrived and found that the dagger was poisoned. Then he asked someone to tell the mother and son about the assassination of the Grand Marshal by Prime Minister Yu. The pot of murdering the emperor was firmly placed on the heads of the mother and son.

Some officials angrily scolded the prime minister for his ambition and audacity, while others saw that something was fishy and exchanged doubtful looks with each other, but they all kept silent tacitly, and the events of that night had come to a conclusion.

Yu Han failed to assassinate the Grand Marshal and was killed on the spot. Huang Guiqing used a poisoned dagger to murder the emperor, but was subdued by the emperor and kicked in the chest and died. Both of them deserved their punishment and were sentenced to be stripped of all their honorific positions and buried in a white body.

Their death was not the end. All those involved, including the Yu family, were implicated. In the following days, the whole court was in a panic. Every day, the guards broke into the homes of the ministers, and the whole family was imprisoned and their property was seized.

The ground of the vegetable market was always wet during those days. Every day, new people were brought in for beheading. The blood flowed into the ditch along the street, and the ditch water was dyed red for several kilometers.

The dagger of Huang Guiqing was stained with a deadly poison. According to the servant beside him, Yu Han was worried that something might happen to the palace, so he specially found it for self-defense. He originally just wanted to be safe in case, but he didn't expect it to be useful.

Because Xianqing was closer, he originally planned to use him as a scapegoat before he died, but the emperor really loved that man so much that he even protected him without caring about his own safety.

He hated both of them, and he didn't mind which one died, so he was very happy to see the blood on the dagger before he died.

However, Le Xiaoyu was not so happy. The poison that penetrated into the wound took away half of her life. She had been struggling on the verge of death for five days, and was on the verge of death several times.

After a round of wandering around the gates of hell, she finally survived. When she woke up, she heard that her loyal ministers had been cleared out. This news was revealed to her by Yang Yan "kindly".

Although Le Xiaoyu knew that she, the Yuanjun, had bad intentions, she couldn't help but face this open conspiracy. She was so angry that she spit out blood and fainted.

After the efforts of the imperial physician, her life was finally saved, but her body was completely ruined from then on. The ministers in the court soon learned that the emperor needed to rest in peace in the future, and even so, she would be bedridden for the rest of her life and would not live for many years.

The monarch was weak and the prince was young.

The court was in turmoil for a while. Yang Yan, who had been prepared, took advantage of the situation and ruled the country behind the scenes with the support of Grand Marshal Cen Geng, and Le Xiaoyu had no power to stop him.

The emperor's loyalists had been cleared out in the case of the prime minister's treason, and most of the civil and military ministers in the court stood on the side of Yuanjun, that is, the Grand Marshal who held a large number of troops.

The few who were dissatisfied were simply unwilling to be inferior to men. They could only criticize Yuanjun for his vulgar appearance and his lack of reputation. With the emperor's suggestion, they tried to trip him up in political affairs.

However, they never expected that Yuanjun was not as incompetent as they imagined. Not only did he easily resolve the problems they raised, but he also took the opportunity to punish several ministers and establish his prestige in the court.

Yuanjun's talent was not worse than that of the emperor, and even stronger than her. It didn't take long for her to firmly control the entire court, and the turmoil caused by the emperor's accident was quelled.

With Yang Yan controlling the overall situation and Cen Geng's military force deterring them, those who were ready to make a move quietly withdrew their claws. After the New Year, the country was not in turmoil because of the assassination of the emperor, but was peaceful.

The country was prosperous and stable, and the emperor should have been happy, but Le Xiaoyu was not happy at all, because the person who brought all this was not her, but Yuanjun, whom she had always looked down upon.

Her body was badly damaged. After several months of care, she was still weak and powerless. It was difficult for her to even get up and walk a few laps, let alone go to court to handle political affairs.

She was locked up in the palace like a trapped beast every day. Sometimes she heard what policies Yuanjun had introduced, which made the ministers praise her. Sometimes she heard that Yuanjun had found the termites in the court and the people praised her for her benevolence...

The more she heard, the more afraid Le Xiaoyu became. It had only been a short time since then, and everyone in the court and the common people praised Yuanjun. If this continued, would there be a day when people in the world would only know Yuanjun and not her as the emperor?

Moreover, her body is now unable to bear a daughter, and the only princess is also physically damaged, so it is difficult to bear a daughter. In the future...

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat." A thin voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts, and Xianqing came in with a plate of food in her own hands.

Without the existence of the nitpicking Huang Guiqing, he was dressed in white as usual, and his movements were like the wind blowing the willows, and he raised his eyes and smiled with a bit of shyness, looking at her with a soft look.

If she was still healthy before, Le Xiaoyu would always drag him to the bed and fight him for three hundred rounds when she saw him like this, but recently she has become more and more depressed, and she can't help but feel a surge of anger in her heart when she sees him.

If it wasn't for protecting him that day, how could she be stabbed by the poisonous dagger of Yu Shuwen, the swordsman, how could her body be damaged and linger on the sickbed, and how could she be trapped in this small courtyard, watching the power in her hands disappear bit by bit?

This resentment had actually been brewing in Le Xiaoyu's heart as early as when she first knew her situation, but she kept telling herself, "This is the man I love the most, I can do anything for him," and only then did she suppress it with difficulty.

However, in these days, after clearly feeling what she had lost, her dissatisfaction and injustice accumulated more and more. Today, when she thought of the bleak future, she finally complained and hated it.