My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 1292 - 1214: King Tianliang Has Fallen!

Qin Liuxi razed that wicked arena to the ground, and the villain behind it was hung on a demolished pillar, with a few large characters fluttering in the wind.

"Those who trample on life shall not be tolerated by heaven and earth."

Their deaths were horrifying, as if claimed by vindictive souls, yet no one could find out who did it, nor dared to investigate, because the arena was razed too peacefully. Who could precisely dismantle a site into debris overnight without causing chaos?

Rather than believing it was man-made, it might as well be divine retribution. Otherwise, who in the world possesses such a mysterious skill?

By the time the news of the arena in Ancheng reached the capital, Qin Liuxi had already appeared in Lin Xiang’s study in Shengjing.

Lin Xiang saw her and immediately knew who was behind the incident at the Ancheng arena.

If not her, then still her.

Since boarding the grass stage boat, Lin Xiang’s visage had aged considerably over the years, graying much hair, and upon seeing Qin Liuxi, felt a surge of grievances.

But thinking of recent events, he couldn’t afford the grievances and simply frowned, asking, "Why have you come to Shengjing? Did you hear the wind?"

"Are you referring to the rumor about that old Emperor dog wanting me to extend his life?"

The Saint’s ailments had been long unhealed, his displeasure towards the Crown Prince evident, yet favoring other sons such as the previously deposed Crown Prince. When summoned to the Palace, the deposed Crown Prince even praised Qin Liuxi’s exceptional medical skills before the Saint.

This mention triggered many past thoughts in the Saint, and upon investigation, he discovered that Qin Liuxi had previously helped many in Shengjing with treatments and ghost hunting.

So the Saint immediately sent people to Li City to find Qin Liuxi, desperate to try anything to improve his condition, regardless of her medical skills’ efficacy.

Qin Liuxi happened to be from the Taoist Sect, rendering services for payment and departing once finished, without overt alliances with powerful circles. Otherwise, those indebted powers, if united, might achieve unpredictable outcomes.

Unbeknownst to him, Qin Liuxi had indeed secretly assembled a rebellion ship, boarding all his trusted officials and favorable powers indebted to her.

Even less aware was he that his wounds would never fully heal—thanks to Qin Liuxi’s underhanded acts.

"Since you’re aware, why have you come?" Lin Xiang frowned and said, "The Saint’s health is worsening, his temperament fluctuating unpredictably. Don’t get involved, lest you get caught in harm’s way, especially when he’s been suppressing the Taoist Sect vigorously this year. One wrong move could implicate Qingping Temple behind you."

Believing in the lineage, he trusted the Saint would echo the previous Emperor’s actions, oppressing the Taoist Sect to death out of anger.

"Rest assured, he won’t make it until my arrival." Qin Liuxi gazed out the window, observing the star now a mere flicker, almost vanishing.

And, saying so, was because all those the Saint dispatched to find her were fooled; they wouldn’t reach Qingping Temple, nor could they invite her.

Suppressing the Taoist Sect, doubting it, yet requiring its members for treatment—isn’t that whimsical, assuming the Taoist lacks a temper?

Lin Xiang’s heart skipped at her words, asking, "By your tone, is it time to change the heavens?"

Talking with Qin Liuxi, he had no fear, assured that their words wouldn’t reach a third ear.

Qin Liuxi said, "It’s time. A dying breath means more deaths."

Both high officials and lowly palace maids and eunuchs were lives after all, yet under such a capricious Monarch, they lived each day as if it were their last, fearful and cautious.

Lin Xiang felt reassured, he too believed the time was ripe; in fact, their covert undertakings over the year had already accumulated a stream flowing from trickles.

King Tianliang’s downfall—they’ve waited long enough.

Sharing the same vessel, watching the Saint act muddled, yet again employing the former deposed Crown Prince, while he and the Zhou Family attempted to drag Qin Liuxi into it—well, they wouldn’t be polite about it.

Lin Xiang’s thoughts raced; the Monarch must collapse, but how was an art. The Crown Prince must cleanly ascend the throne.

"Prime Minister."

Outside, an urgent yet slightly panicked voice sounded.

Lin Xiang asked, "What’s the rush?"

"News from the Eastern Palace—the Crown Princess Consort has passed away, and the Crown Prince is currently kneeling before Yangxin Palace, requesting forgiveness for confronting the Saint."

Qin Liuxi was momentarily stunned, sighed gently, yet she didn’t use that Paper Crane.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiang stood up, looking at Qin Liuxi, with slight anger in his eyes but mostly helplessness.

Imperial power—hard above all.

When the one in charge decrees someone’s death, they simply must die.

"I’ll go have a look." Qin Liuxi said, "You all should act too, don’t let that old dog go insane again."

Lin Xiang nodded, watching her vanish into thin air, inhaled deeply, and summoned confidants to convey messages.

They too must prepare.

The Eastern Palace already hung white lanterns, cries wailing.

Qin Liuxi appeared within the Eastern Palace, using an invisibility spell to unobstructedly enter the sleeping quarters.

Mu Jin had been groomed, wearing some makeup, hands crossed over her abdomen, peaceful in demeanor.

But her soul wasn’t present.

Qin Liuxi summoned a skill, departed the Eastern Palace, soon finding her.

She stood behind Qi Qian, watching him kneel at the hall door.

Qin Liuxi came beside her, Mu Jin both surprised and delighted, said, "Master, why are you here?"

"You ultimately chose to embrace death willingly." Qin Liuxi observed her body devoid of any resentful energy or reluctance, knowing she died willingly.

Mu Jin seemed sheepish, said, "One’s sacrifice can fulfill him and the Mu Family, worthwhile."

"And what about you? The child?"

Mu Jin replied, "The Master’s words still hold, right? Even if they don’t, a precious elixir that can cure all toxins still protects my child, isn’t that good? As for the Paper Crane, if it counts, even better."

Qin Liuxi said, "I’ve never deceived."

Meaning the Paper Crane could exchange for a promise, and it counted.

Mu Jin smiled like in their first meeting, radiant and pure, saying, "That’s good, I too as a mother leave the most valuable thing for my child."

"But you’ve wronged yourself," Qin Liuxi said, "You died and your child’s wings not yet mature. Aren’t you afraid of difficulties should a successor emerge?"

Mu Jin shook her head, looked at Qi Qian’s back, full of certainty: "No, no matter who the successor is, they won’t reach his heart. My child has a sister, the Mu Family, and him—I trust him, and trust you. Whether my child inherits the position or not, prosperity and safety suffice."

"As long as you have no regrets. Come, I’ll send you on your last journey." Qin Liuxi said, "Lingering in the mortal world after death is ill-advised."

Mu Jin walked behind Qi Qian, opened her arms to embrace him: "I’m leaving."

I’m leaving, my young man.

Qi Qian sensed somewhat, lifted his head slightly, a crimson tear rolling down, collapsing onto the snow.