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Chapter 36 The Supreme Ruler? Selling His Head for Sale! (Please Read On!)

Using the old eunuch's face, Chen Ye could move freely throughout the imperial city.

Along the way, whenever palace maids or eunuchs saw him, they would avoid him from a distance, bow their heads, and not even dare to breathe loudly.

This old man's accumulated power in the palace has reached such a level.

Soon, the majestic outline of the Hall of Mental Cultivation came into view.

The hall was brightly lit, casting a warm yellow glow on the paper windows.

Chen Ye climbed the steps, and the two eunuchs guarding outside the hall were so frightened when they saw him that they quickly bowed and stepped aside.

"Ancestor... Ancestor!"

Chen Ye didn't even glance at them, snorted coldly, and pushed the door open to enter.

The moment the palace doors opened, a rich aroma of wine mixed with the scent of precious incense wafted out.

On the low table beside the dragon throne, a jade pot was overturned, and wine was spilling out.

Yang Zhao slumped in his chair, his face flushed with drunkenness. His eyes were cloudy, and his face was pale and swollen. He no longer possessed any of the majesty of an emperor.

Hearing the noise, he groggily raised his head and saw that it was Chen Ye disguised as an old eunuch. Chen Ye chuckled and waved at him.

"You've come at the perfect time! Quickly, come and have a couple of drinks with me!"

As the political situation deteriorated, Yang Zhao no longer trusted anyone, except for this old eunuch who was highly skilled in martial arts, repeatedly repelled assassins, and protected his safety, to whom he still retained a twisted trust.

Looking at the emperor, whose soul had been completely emptied by fear, Chen Ye felt no emotion whatsoever.

While the collapse of the Great Zhao Dynasty was inevitable, Yang Zhao, as its ruler, not only failed to try to turn the tide, but instead turned his sword against his most innocent subjects.

He deserved to die ten thousand times over for that one decree ordering the gathering of a thousand young girls to refine elixirs.

"You may all leave." Chen Ye turned around and waved to the other palace maids and eunuchs standing in the hall.

The crowd felt as if they had been granted a pardon and hurriedly retreated, not daring to linger for even a moment.

Soon, only Chen Ye and Yang Zhao remained in the vast Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Chen Ye walked up to Yang Zhao expressionlessly and sat down on a brocade stool opposite him, observing the dying man's every move without making a sound.

Yang Zhao seemed to be completely drunk and didn't pay attention to these details at all.

He even grabbed another wine pot and, swaying slightly, filled the jade cup in front of Chen Ye with wine, his face showing a morbid fervor and excitement.

"Hehe... Guess what Immortal Master Xuanjizi said to me?"

"He said... in just two more days, just two more days, everything will be ready, and then he will start the furnace to refine pills for me!"

Yang Zhao's voice grew louder and louder, an unnatural blush rising on his withered face. "Once that elixir is completed, I will be immortal! I... will be the first true immortal emperor in all of history! At that time, those mere grassland barbarians will be annihilated with a flick of my finger!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he even started gesturing wildly.

Chen Ye looked at him quietly, as if he were watching a clown.

A moment later, he picked up his wine glass, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Then I must congratulate Your Majesty in advance."

His voice was clear and bright, with a touch of the unique magnetism of a young man.

This is definitely not the voice that old eunuch should have!

Yang Zhao's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped. He was stunned, his cloudy, drunken eyes filled with doubt as he stared intently at the "old eunuch" in front of him.

"you……"

He had only uttered one word.

A hand then gripped his throat.

That terrifying force instantly choked him up, silencing all his words and the air in his throat.

"Uh...uh..."

Yang Zhao's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. He was filled with terror and struggled frantically, but the hand gripping his neck remained as firm as an iron clamp. Chen Ye, with his neck in his hand, dragged him into the inner palace behind the Hall of Mental Cultivation as if he were a dead dog.

This was where the emperor rested after working hard. To ensure the emperor's sleep, it was not only soundproofed, but also covered with a thick, soft carpet.

Chen Ye looked at Yang Zhao, whose face had turned blue and purple and whose whole body was trembling like a leaf, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, don't panic. Dizziness is normal and you'll feel better soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of cold light appeared, and a small throwing knife had already sliced ​​across Yang Zhao's neck.

puff.

A jet of blood shot out, the warm liquid splashing onto the carpet, where it was instantly absorbed by the thick fibers, leaving only a rapidly deepening dark patch.

Yang Zhao felt all his strength drain away in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with terror and confusion.

He couldn't figure it out.

Even if someone is there to assassinate you, shouldn't they first list out your crimes so you can die knowing why?
This person... how could this person attack without even asking a question?

Seemingly noticing the confusion in his eyes, Chen Ye smiled, squatted down, and said in a calm tone, "Isn't it unbelievable? Can't understand why you died so hastily?"

"To tell you the truth, in my eyes, what kind of emperor or supreme ruler is he? He's no different from the pigs and dogs waiting to be slaughtered in the marketplace."

"They're all just people who sell their wares."

Upon hearing these words, the light in Yang Zhao's eyes began to dim rapidly.

He felt his body getting colder and colder, and his consciousness began to sink into boundless darkness.

Just as his last consciousness was fading, he witnessed the most incredible scene of his life.

The muscles and bones on the old eunuch's face began to writhe and change in a strange way.

In just a few breaths, that face was frozen in time.

It turned into a face he knew all too well.

Yang Zhao's eyes widened instantly, and he made a strange "clucking" sound in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Ye glanced down at Yang Zhao and smiled slightly, "Rest in peace."

"Leave the rest to me."

Yang Zhao trembled, then the light in his eyes completely disappeared, and he died.

Chen Ye changed his clothes, tidied his appearance, and stepped out of the palace.

He returned to the front hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, sat on the dragon throne, first feeling the strange touch of the chair beneath him, and then spoke in a deep, authoritative voice, no different from Yang Zhao before.

"Someone is coming."

The young eunuch outside the hall scrambled in and knelt on the ground.

"Summon Immortal Master Xuanjizi to an audience."

"Whoo!"

At this moment, Xuanjizi was drinking and making merry in his room. Yang Zhao bestowed upon him dozens of beautiful palace maids in one go, and there were countless other rewards as well.

Therefore, during this period, Xuanjizi was indulging in revelry every night and had a great time.

Upon receiving the imperial decree, Xuanjizi was slightly taken aback, then got out of bed with some dissatisfaction.

Where is His Majesty right now?

"Reporting to the Immortal Master, His Majesty is currently in the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

Xuanjizi had no suspicions and thought that Yang Zhao had something to discuss with him, so he just muttered a few words and then pinched the face of the palace maid on the bed.

"Stay in bed and wait for me to come back!"

"Then I'll fight you for another three hundred rounds."

(End of this chapter)