The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 145: Kill Them Together

Chapter 145: Kill Them Together

The crowd sipped their drinks, expressing astonishment.

Of course, many were merely flattering.

Although Yang’s family background was not prominent, Emperor Muwu now had intentions of promoting her.

As for Empress Xie, her golden seal had been taken away, and she was imprisoned in the Fengxi Palace. Her son was the same.

What storms could they stir up? As long as Yang gave birth to a prince, she would not only be a noble concubine but could even become the empress.

Nanli took a sip but didn’t finish her drink, yet a palace maid came to refill it.

She was about to decline when the maid’s hand trembled, causing the wine jug to slip and spill onto Nanli’s clothes, leaving an unsightly purple stain.

Some in the hall were surprised, while others secretly rejoiced.

"Why is this palace maid so clumsy!" Yang became angry.

The palace maid panicked and hastily knelt down, "This servant deserves death, this servant deserves death! Begging for forgiveness from the noble consort and Sixth Miss!"

Yang said, "What are you still standing there for? Drag her away."

A eunuch stepped forward.

Nanli stood up, "Consort Yang, it’s just a minor incident. Please don’t punish her. It’s New Year’s Eve today, it’s better not to shed blood. Your humble servant will go to change another garment."

Yang’s expression eased slightly, "Sixth Miss is indeed kind-hearted."

She ordered the clumsy palace maid to leave and then instructed a personal maid to accompany Nanli to the side hall to change clothes, leaving Shen unable to intervene.

As a precaution, everyone who entered the palace brought spare clothes.

The personal maid sent a young maid to fetch clean clothes and said, "Please wait a moment, Sixth Miss. This servant will prepare some hot water."

Nanli casually acknowledged.

Only she remained in the side hall.

Nanli took off her heavy outer garment, feeling much more agile.

Thinking about entering the palace in the future as the Ninth Prince’s consort, the ceremonial robes and precious jewelry would likely be even more extravagant, causing her scalp to tingle.

The side hall was also filled with incense, emitting a fragrance she couldn’t identify.

It was warm and pleasant.

Nanli sat down and waited for a moment, but soon she felt a slight dizziness and warmth in her body.

She raised her eyes, like rippling autumn water, and noticed the incense burners.

Oh no, she had been tricked!

Nanli’s body weakened, and she wanted to leave the side hall immediately.

However, someone entered and locked the door behind them.

The person moved silently, bypassing the folding screen.

It was a young man, tall in stature, dressed in a brocade robe.

Nanli squinted and recognized him as Yang’s younger brother, Yang Zhenyu. She immediately sneered, "How dare you, siblings, plot against me? Aren’t you afraid of death?"

Although she spoke harshly, she had fallen into their trap, her voice soft and tender. Combined with her appearance, she was exquisite and delicate today, a side that Yang Zhenyu had never seen before, rendering him unable to move.

His gaze burned with desire and anticipation. "Sixth Miss, it’s not a good thing for you to marry the Ninth Prince."

Zhenyu approached step by step, unbuttoning his clothes.

"Come with me, and I will treat you well."

Not only was he impatient, but time was also running out.

A strange blush appeared on Nanli’s face, her body weak and powerless.

She could only support herself with the handrail of the bed to barely maintain her balance.

She slightly parted her vermilion lips, "Yang Zhenyu, if you leave now, I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

Yang Zhenyu had secretly observed her countless times.

He knew she was not one to speak lightly.

Despite her young age, she was steady and clean in her actions.

His heart had long been moved countless times in a place where no one could see.

Moreover, he had come here on the emperor’s orders.

How could he retreat at this moment?

"Sixth Miss, you don’t need to be afraid. You will like it..."

His clothes had already been discarded, and Yang Zhenyu pounced forward.

With a flick of her hand, a golden light flashed, and a restraining talisman was already affixed to his body.

Yang Zhenyu was frozen in place, startled: "Aren’t you... drugged? How can you still use talismans?"

"I merely mentioned that I am unable to employ my Dao arts when my body weakens, and you all believed it. With such limited intelligence, you dare to plot against me?"

Nanli’s face turned cold.

She never revealed her trump cards.

Seeing her breathing heavily and still unable to stand, Yang Zhenyu quickly composed himself.

He said, "Although I cannot do anything to you now, once Consort Zhao arrives with her entourage, our affair will be exposed!

With so many people in the palace today, Miss Chu, can you guess how the Ninth Prince will face the future?"

As long as Chu Nanli couldn’t leave this side hall, it would be fine.

Nanli gritted her teeth.

The drug was administered skillfully.

If she drank alcohol and used this spice to activate it, it would become a love potion. She quickly took out an antidote pill and temporarily suppressed the effects of the drug.

As long as she waited a little longer, she would regain some strength.

However, coincidentally, footsteps sounded outside.

Nanli also heard the talking of Consort Yang and her mother.

Someone was coming!

Yang Zhenyu smiled happily, "Miss Chu, our fate is truly predestined."

"Nonsense!" Nanli’s eyes revealed a sinister glint.

"Yang Zhenyu, this is what you brought upon yourself."

If her reputation was tarnished and she was forced to marry Yang Zhenyu, she might as well devote her life to cultivation.

Although she cultivated Dao, it didn’t mean she had to abstain from bloodshed.

I do not offend others, but if others offend me, I will retaliate!

Nanli drew the Xuanyue Sword from her hidden pocket.

Under the flickering candlelight, the wooden sword emitted a faint cold glow.

Yang Zhenyu widened his eyes, "You... you dare to kill me?"

However, Nanli forced herself to stand up.

With a swing of her sword, she aimed not at his neck, but at his vital area!

"Ah—" Blood splattered on the ground.

Yang Zhenyu’s screams echoed through the Yuzhen Palace.

Nanli couldn’t stand any longer and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Upon hearing her brother’s voice, Consort Yang hastened her steps and had someone kick open the door.

Seeing the bloody scene, Yang trembled, her voice stuck in her throat.

Shen also entered the side hall and, upon seeing her daughter in such a state, hurriedly approached.

"Li’er, what happened to you?" She shielded her daughter, preventing her from seeing the gruesome sight.

The palace maids and eunuchs were all in a panic.

Some went to support Yang Zhenyu.

Some went to call the imperial physician.

Yang’s face turned pale.

She stared at the blood-stained wooden sword in Nanli’s hand and shouted, "You... how dare you! Guards, guards! Kill her!"

He was her own younger brother!

And his vital area had been destroyed by Chu Nanli!

Several members of the Imperial Guards rushed in at Yang’s shout.

Nanli was already powerless, covered in cold sweat and feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Shen stood in front of her daughter alone, her expression fearless.

"If you want to harm my daughter, you’ll have to step over my dead body first!" Anyone with discerning eyes could see what was happening in the palace.

She hadn’t even bothered to retaliate against Yang’s ill intentions, yet Yang was the one who struck first.

Yang’s stomach throbbed with pain as she shouted sternly, "Then let’s kill them all together!"

Tonight, neither the mother nor the daughter could leave the Yuzhen Palace!