Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 164 Killing at Will

Although he had tried his best to avoid it, he was a weak and pampered man who had lived a life of luxury and privilege, and he simply didn't have Jing Chaosheng's physique. Therefore, in this battle between the mother and child Gu, he was unable to provide the mother Gu with purer and more powerful energy, which doomed the mother Gu to failure.

When the attending physician rushed over, he found his master lying on the ground, weak and barely breathing, writhing in pain. Knowing his master's condition well, the physician immediately diagnosed it as a battle between the internal Gu worms, with his master at a disadvantage. He dared not act rashly and could only take out various precious medicinal herbs from his medicine chest. The problem was, his master was not young; he wondered if he could withstand the powerful effects of the medicine. Just as he hesitated, the man opened his eyes and nodded to the physician. If he didn't act now, he would surely die. It was better to take the risk; after all, he had always been gambling with his life, and if he could gamble for a future, that would be good enough. He still had a great cause to accomplish; he couldn't afford to fall here.

With his master's permission, the doctor immediately increased the dosage, and the man's complexion gradually improved. The agitation of the mother Gu within him also subsided, and the two forces returned to a balanced tug-of-war. In this stalemate, a ruthless glint flashed in the man's eyes.

"Kill Zi Gu! Kill him!"

The doctor immediately began acupuncture, and the Prince of Binyang, thousands of miles away, almost instantly felt it, his face turning grim. Xie Mingchen, who had been closely monitoring the Prince of Binyang's condition, immediately took out his usual set of gold needles and forcefully inserted them into the acupoint, while simultaneously pouring down a bowl of ginseng soup. The Prince of Binyang let out a muffled groan, which tugged at the hearts of those around him.

Jiu Que watched the silent, invisible game unfold before him with tense anticipation, sincerely hoping that Prince Binyang would survive. After all, Physician Xie had just said that in this game, not only would the Gu worms die, but the host would also suffer severe damage. Wasn't this a perfect opportunity to find the mastermind behind it all? Although Prince Jia didn't know who the real culprit was, he knew that the culprit was currently in the capital. By simply investigating who in the capital had suddenly aged prematurely, or suffered a serious illness or injury, they could basically determine the culprit's identity.

Several major cases we've encountered recently have been shrouded in shadow. Even more frightening is the apparent connection between them. While the Third Prince was part of the scheme before, he wasn't the mastermind. Could this new prince be the true culprit?

All of this is still unknown. However, perhaps because the King of Binyang was physically strong, even after three years of torment, his foundation was still intact. In just a few breaths, he regained his spirit, and the Gu worms in his body broke through the binding force of the mother Gu in one go!
"puff!"

The Prince of Binyang coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the moment that dark blood left his body, his spirits noticeably improved. Anyone with eyes could see that he was out of danger this time. Sure enough, after resting for a while, the Prince of Binyang revealed a carefree and unrestrained smile.

"I've been bedridden for three whole years. I never imagined I'd be given a new lease on life. It's truly a rare opportunity. I'm so grateful for the help of all my friends. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have remained bedridden until I died."

Jiu Que and the others felt rather embarrassed. Actually, they hadn't done anything wrong; they had just been meddling a bit. Moreover, this prince was clearly not much older than them, yet this man in his thirties always spoke to them in a tone befitting an elder, which made them feel somewhat awkward.

Just as everyone was racking their brains for an answer, the Prince of Binyang suddenly stood up.

"Although there is much I want to say to you all, there is something I must do now, so please wait a moment, my young friends."

"Ah? Of course, when..." While everyone was still wondering what important matter the prince was about to attend to after just waking up, they saw him draw a longsword hanging on the wall as decoration with a sharp slash. The gleaming sword caught some people's eyes. Jiu Que only saw a flash of silver light. The prince had clearly only taken a few leisurely steps, even his steps were slightly unsteady, yet the longsword in his hand was perfectly attuned to him. With a slight movement of his hand, as lightly as if holding a flower or a blade of grass, most of the northern barbarians were already dead.

Jiu Que and the others stared in astonishment until they heard screams, wails, and even pleas for mercy before they came to their senses.

No, this prince acted so swiftly and decisively? Without the slightest hesitation? And wasn't he supposed to have been bedridden for three years, with no strength left in his limbs? How did he manage to stand up and even effortlessly kill several people?
The King of Binyang looked at the several northern barbarians who had collapsed to the ground, bleeding profusely from their necks and dying, and felt great regret.

"It's a pity. If it were when I was in my prime, it wouldn't have been so troublesome. Too much blood was lost. It would have been much better to just cut off the heads and make a mound of skulls. That would have been much more aesthetically pleasing."

Jing, a Jingguan?

Oh my God!
What a ruthless person he must be. The first thing he did after finally getting up was to chop off the necks of three people, and he even regretted not being able to cut off their heads directly?
Jiu Que even subconsciously touched her neck, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she found it completely unharmed. Even she, as an observer, felt this way, and those who had experienced it firsthand were trembling with fear. Especially the Left Prince of the Northern Barbarians, who had witnessed how the Prince of Binyang slaughtered his way across the battlefield, his fear was naturally much stronger than that of those who had only heard about it.

He was screaming loudly, almost shamelessly.

"I! I've reached an agreement with your imperial envoy. I'm willing to reveal everything I know and testify to help you find the mastermind! I've surrendered; you can't kill prisoners—"

"Shh!"

The longsword in the hand of the Prince of Binyang stopped abruptly less than a finger's width away from the Left Prince of the Northern Barbarians. The sharp blade severed a lock of his hair, and as the lock of hair fluttered to the ground, the Prince of Binyang twisted his wrist, and the Northern Barbarian next to the Left Prince clutched his throat, coughing up blood, and collapsed in astonishment.

The Left Prince, covered in blood, didn't dare blink, desperately trying to appear harmless. He wanted to live; he really wanted to live!
This intense resentment was so palpable that even bystanders could clearly sense it.

Jiu Que opened her mouth but didn't try to dissuade him. If the Prince of Binyang truly wanted to kill the Left Prince, she would just watch. After all, there were still a few Northern Barbarians left, enough to serve as witnesses. If she were bedridden for three whole years, unable to move, fully conscious, yet forced to silently listen to others plot against her, and even have them commit so many acts of harming the people under her name, and if she were to lose consciousness and be branded with this crime for eternity, she too would want to kill a few culprits to quell her anger.

(End of this chapter)