I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 273 - 271: The Truth

Chapter 273: Chapter 271: The Truth

The Emperor before them was over 70, his hair snow-white, his face kind and benevolent, his chin cleanly shaven and shining.

However, he appeared listless, dressed in a simple, purple damask robe with dark patterns, his body slightly twisted as he sat on the Dragon Throne.

"Is it Zhao Ling..." the Emperor sighed.

The Emperor’s eyes were cloudy white, and Wei Tianyang realized he was blind.

Wei Tianyang looked over his shoulder, following Zhao Ling’s gaze, sensing her smile.

The corridor leading to the throne and the hall were bathed in blood-red, with countless bodies strewn about.

Wei Tianyang could feel the stickiness of Zhao Ling’s hands and the flesh remnants in her fingernails, a sensation all too familiar to him when he used his Bone Knife to kill.

"Father, it is I," Zhao Ling said in a heavy voice.

The Emperor sighed, "Zhao Ling. Do you think this makes you a ruler?"

"The throne has always been passed from father to son, not daughter. Men can become kings, while women are only concubines. I’m tired of these rules," Zhao Ling said coldly.

"Zhao Ling... you have never understood my painstaking efforts and my favoritism towards you," the Emperor shook his head.

"My brothers indulge in pleasures and lust daily, exploiting their privileges to amass wealth, causing corruption and public resentment! Yet you still choose to pass the throne to them. What about me?! You arranged for me to marry Suluo in a political alliance! How is that favoritism?!" Zhao Ling exclaimed angrily.

"Zhao Ling! This throne is not as desirable as you think!" the Emperor bellowed. Although frail and old, his dignity in that moment still intimidated Zhao Ling.

He coughed violently, gripping the Dragon Throne’s armrests tightly, his body shaking fiercely.

After calming himself, he continued, "Upon this throne, you face a different world... a world where people are constantly searching for your flaws... One misstep could doom you forever..."

"You will no longer see smiles, nor hear truths... you can never be yourself again... Zhao Ling... you are my only daughter, and my most beloved child... I wish for you to live carefree... always my little princess... marrying Suluo, with the influence of Yin Country, you could still lead a simple, happy life there..."

"Away from politics and schemes, just carefree and happy, isn’t that enough? Is the throne so important to you?" the Emperor said.

"You’re so presumptuous... Father... not every girl wants to be a princess," Zhao Ling replied coldly.

The Emperor fell silent for a moment, his expression suddenly turned grave, he said in a low tone, "Putting you on this throne... would be a disaster for Yin Country..."

Zhao Ling didn’t argue, but she laughed.

"You, more than anyone... crave power... you’ve always desired... others’ submission..." the Emperor muttered.

"What’s wrong with that? When you sat on the throne, didn’t you receive the prostrations of the three courtyards?! They can kneel to you, but not to me?!" Zhao Ling shouted.

"How do you plan to quell this rebellion? How will you make your brothers submit to you... will the elder of the three courtyards allow it... What is your reason for becoming queen?" the Emperor asked.

Zhao Ling laughed and threw a human head to the ground.

Only then did Wei Tianyang realize she had been holding her brother’s head in her left hand.

"Power is the reason to become king," Zhao Ling said.

She ascended the steps, grabbed the Emperor’s head, and a green dragon aura rose from her body.

"Zhao Ling! Have you... have you taken Black Medicine?! Are you out of your mind... Black Medicine is a cursed item... as a person of Yin... how could you..." the Emperor exclaimed in shock.

The next second, Zhao Ling’s expression turned ferocious as she yanked the Emperor’s head along with his spine straight out of his body.

"This... is the power to become a king!" Zhao Ling declared fiercely.

She held her father’s head, examining his final expression before death. Those gray-white eyes seemed to regain their sight in that moment, and Zhao Ling dared not meet his gaze.

She first smiled, then her smile stiffened, her lips trembling. Tears swirled in her eyes, and finally, unable to restrain herself, they streamed down her face.

"Dad... Dad... sob..." Zhao Ling cradled her father’s head in her arms, her eyes fixated on the imperial throne.

She had thought she would be happy.

She had really been happy when she killed those brothers of hers.

But after Dad died, her heart felt as if it had been struck by something.

Her father’s voice echoed in her ears, calling her.

"My princess, come—my little princess! Eh! Hahaha!"

She breathed heavily, as if one mouth and a pair of nostrils were not enough, her body shaking uncontrollably. Closing her eyes, tears still flowed like rivers, rolling down her fiery cheeks.

At that moment, applause came from behind.

Zhao Ling turned around to see Chen Ran, in his twenties, standing in a deep blue suit at the far end of the hall.

"Congratulations, Zhao Ling, from today onwards, I should call you Emperor," Chen Ran said with a smile.

"Get out!" Zhao Ling turned back and shouted at Chen Ran in anger.

"As you wish, Your Majesty. But remember, you borrowed power from us; you need to fulfill your promise." Chen Ran gave a small laugh then left.

Now, the hall was empty except for Zhao Ling, the bodies scattered everywhere, and the headless Emperor sitting on the throne.

Zhao Ling held her father’s head, a smile appearing on her face again.

While sobbing, she gazed at the throne and murmured softly,

"From today onwards... I too am the Emperor... huh..."

Wei Tianyang returned to the sea of memories, and then, a force pulled him out.

"Yang! Yang!" Zhao Ling’s voice echoed in his ears; he opened his eyes to see Zhao Ling’s anxious face and the golden light screen floating in the sky behind her.

"I thought you were dead!!" Zhao Ling hugged Wei Tianyang tightly, her voice breaking with tears.

He lifted his right hand to look but saw that his right arm had broken off, leaving nothing behind, while the radiation from the nuclear explosion became visible green rays that merged with the light screen.

He could feel the radiation being absorbed through the protective screen.

Although he couldn’t see his right arm, he could still feel its presence.

He tried to touch the rough concrete; the coarse sensation transmitted to his palm. His right arm had turned into something invisible.

At that moment, the light screen shattered, turning into golden dust like snow in June. Fujiwara Makoto, standing miles away, stared dumbfounded at the sky, reached out to touch the falling golden brilliance, but it disappeared upon contact.

"Wow..." she couldn’t help but exclaim softly.

Seeing Wei Tianyang open his eyes, Zhao Ling repeatedly checked his condition, afraid that his brain couldn’t withstand the shock.

"How do you feel?! You did it! You actually blocked a nuclear bomb!" Zhao Ling exclaimed with a laugh.

At that time, however, Wei Tianyang showed no joy, only numbly looking at Zhao Ling, and after a long while, he finally spoke:

"So, what is the price?"

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