I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 507 Gifts
[Is it possible for a normal person to plot to imprison someone because Han, the conman, is impotent, out of love turned to hate?]

Chu Liuzheng didn't quite understand the Japanese girl's thought process.

[If this man can't get it, just find someone who can, right? Three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere.]

She pulled it down.

[Hmm... With Han the Conman's connections, someone will bail him out tonight to continue causing trouble... no, to contribute to Japan's military buildup. There's no need to worry at all.]

She continued scrolling down and suddenly caught sight of a line of text.

[Holy crap! The Emperor of Western Xia has suffered a stroke, is paralyzed in bed, and unable to govern!]

Xiao Jingfan: !

[The Western Xia Dynasty is in turmoil, with princes vying for power; two have already died in the infighting.]

Chu Liuzheng quickly scrolled down.

Oh my, the butterfly has actually won!

[If things continue like this, won't the butterfly eventually ascend to the throne?]

Ascend the throne?

Xiao Jingfan narrowed his eyes slightly. How could an ascension to the throne be complete without a congratulatory gift?

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Snowflakes are falling, and the year is drawing to a close once again.

The busyness continues, and before you know it, the year is over.

New buds are sprouting from the weeping willows by the lake, and the greenery is gradually becoming more abundant.

It's a great time for spring outings.

Chu Liuzheng's heart almost flew away, but the emperor was too busy. After waiting and waiting, it was almost summer before the emperor finally had a little free time, and the two of them went out of the palace to play.

What should have been a joyous occasion was instead marred by the presence of someone who wanted to add a shadow to it.

Blood droplets fell from the tips of the verdant leaves, and the air was filled with the stench of blood. Eight or nine corpses of men in black lay sprawled on the grass.

"Investigate!" Xiao Jingfan's face was cold and stern. "I need to know the origins of these assassins by tomorrow night."

"Yes, sir." Xie Hui knelt down to accept the order and led his men to clean up the corpse.

Chu Liuzheng watched from afar, still feeling lingering fear. If Chenxing and Siyue hadn't desperately protected her, she would have been pierced through the chest by a sword.

Staying by the tyrant's side is indeed dangerous. Even walking around, a wave of assassins can spawn. I want to see what these assassins are all about. How annoying! I finally managed to get back to the palace, and this kind of trouble happens.

Chu Liuzheng opened the system and searched through it, finding the information he wanted in just a short while.

[Ha! You little flirt, it was the tyrant, not me, who tricked you during the peace negotiations! What do you mean, "It doesn't matter whether the tyrant lives or dies, but you insist on killing me"? What did I ever do to you?!]

Can't you distinguish between primary and secondary matters? Compared to the tyrant, I'm just an extra, okay?

She now understood why the assassin had been so fierce; it turned out her main target was her.

She blew on her hair in frustration, genuinely baffled as to why Wei Mingliang was targeting her. Her feud with Wei Mingliang was ages ago, why was he still holding onto it?

I was wrong. The tyrant isn't the most vengeful person in the world; the most vengeful is the playboy!

Xiao Jingfan: ?

"Sister, His Majesty's arm is injured." Siyue whispered a reminder. Chu Liuzheng was startled and immediately closed the system and walked over to the emperor. Sure enough, he saw that the emperor's right arm was torn, and the flesh could be seen through the tear.

"Ouch, that looks really painful. Thank goodness it wasn't poisoned."

Chu Liuzheng frowned as he watched Xiao Shiyi treat the emperor's wounds, and ordered someone to fetch a clean outer robe from the carriage.

As the wound medicine was applied, a fine layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on Xiao Jingfan's smooth forehead. He pursed his lips and remained silent until the wound was bandaged before letting out a deep breath.

"Be careful." Chu Liuzheng helped him put on his outer robe, assisting the emperor into the carriage as if helping an old lady cross the street. Xiao Jingfan said helplessly, "My arm is injured, not my leg."

"No matter where you're injured, you should be careful." Chu Liuzheng took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, removed the jade crown, and pulled him onto his lap to help stabilize his arm so that it wouldn't be accidentally bumped when the carriage swayed.

Seeing her so cautious, Xiao Jingfan asked, "Are you frightened?"

“A little,” Chu Liuzheng said truthfully. “The assassins this time are better at martial arts than the ones we encountered last time.”

Xiao Jingfan: "You will always have someone protecting you."

"Yes, I know." Chu Liuzheng glanced at his right arm. "It's a good thing you can write with your left hand, otherwise you wouldn't be able to approve any memorials."

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

Is now the time to worry about whether he can approve the memorials?

His Majesty the Emperor felt chest tightness.

He turned and buried his face in the woman's waist, inhaling the delicate scent of jasmine, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll take a nap."

Why did you get angry while we were talking?

Chu Liuzheng reached out and rubbed the ear of the person in his arms, then lowered his head and kissed the side of their cheek. "I'll call you when you're ready."

"Mmm." Xiao Jingfan closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep as the carriage swayed.

The assassination attempt on the emperor should not be publicized, so the task of changing the dressing fell to Chu Liuzheng. To prepare for this, Chu Liuzheng specifically learned some wound treatment techniques and new bandaging methods from Siyue.

Just as Xiao Jingfan's wound on his arm had healed to the point where only a shallow scar remained, news arrived from the border that the Emperor of Western Xia had passed away.

On the ninth day of the fourth month of the seventh year of the Shunguang reign, the new emperor of Western Xia, Wei Mingliang, ascended the throne, and the grand ceremony would be held half a month later.

Various countries sent congratulatory gifts, and Xiao Jingfan also sent one.

On April 25th, during the enthronement ceremony, the new emperor, Wei Mingliang, was assassinated by the deposed prince, Wei Mingrui.

It is said that Wei Mingrui was described as deranged, strapped with explosives, and suddenly rushed out of the crowd, killing five people and injuring more than twenty.

The new emperor was struck by the aftershocks of the explosion and fell into a coma.

The enthronement ceremony descended into chaos instantly, and the new emperor was nearly usurped.

When the news reached the other countries, it became the talk of the town, and they found it quite a joke.

[When it comes to ruthlessness, the tyrant is the real mastermind. Not only did he arrange for someone to contact Wei Mingrui beforehand, but he also provided him with explosives and even helped Wei Mingrui infiltrate the palace, turning Hua Hudie's enthronement ceremony upside down and delivering a huge congratulatory gift.]

[If Butterfly hadn't been on guard, she would have been usurped on the spot, and it's uncertain whether she would have even woken up from her coma.]

Chu Liuzheng scrolled down.

[The butterfly's injuries... well, he was injured in one eye by the explosion. His vision is currently blurred, and he may go blind in the future, perhaps becoming the first one-eyed emperor in history.]

[Tsk tsk, serves you right for sending someone to assassinate me when you were brain-dead!]

She decided to have a drink that evening to celebrate.

Given his previous experience of harassing the emperor while drunk, Chu Liuzheng wisely chose a mild fruit wine. He finished the meal only slightly tipsy and made no attempt to provoke the emperor, much to the emperor's slight disappointment.

On the third day of the fifth month, King Xiao returned to the capital.

June marks the beginning of summer, with scorching sunlight.

In the Fengtian Hall, Emperor Shunguang resolved to implement tax reforms, clear out hidden landholdings and households, and remeasure the land.

The courtiers were instantly thrown into an uproar, splitting into two factions: supporters and opponents. They argued heatedly, their faces flushed and necks red, creating a scene even more lively than the sunshine outside.

In a side hall of the Wenhua Hall, Chu Liuzheng sat cross-legged on a couch, holding a black lacquered mother-of-pearl inlaid eight-treasure box in his arms, eating melon seeds while watching the system's live broadcast.

(End of this chapter)