Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 391 - 363: The Domineering Grandmother

Prime Minister Xun stared dead-eyed at Lu Yuan, who had pierced him with a sword. His gaze carried an endless killing intent and a trace of shock he couldn’t conceal.

Even he hadn’t expected that Lu Yuan would give such a fatal attack.

He struck a palm toward Meng Qianqian.

Lu Yuan pulled Meng Qianqian behind him and took the palm strike head-on with his chest.

The two retreated simultaneously.

Lu Yuan withdrew his longsword from Prime Minister Xun’s chest, and instantly, blood gushed out like a fountain.

Prime Minister Xun quickly sealed the major acupoints around his wound to prevent himself from dying from excessive blood loss.

With one hand gripping his sword and the other arm holding Meng Qianqian, Lu Yuan slid back across the snowy ground for nearly a full yard before finally stabilizing his form.

It was evident just how profound Prime Minister Xun’s inner strength in that palm strike truly was.

Meng Qianqian hurriedly turned to Lu Yuan, furrowing her brow as she said, "Despite the Gu poison dissipating most of his inner strength, he’s still able to deliver such a powerful palm strike... Are you hurt?"

Lu Yuan glanced down and tugged at his shattered outer robe, revealing the golden glow of the soft armor inside. Casually wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he said indifferently, "With the Heavenly Silkworm Armor, I won’t die."

Meng Qianqian blinked a few times: "Heavenly Silkworm Armor?"

Lu Yuan explained, "It belonged to my mother. My maternal grandmother gave it to her for protection. You know, my mother may seem fierce, but she always slacked off when practicing martial arts. She also enjoyed causing trouble, so my grandmother gave her the armor to prevent her from being beaten to death someday."

Meng Qianqian was speechless.

She checked Lu Yuan’s pulse—he was indeed fine. Not even his ribs were broken.

Only then did she feel relieved.

If not for the Heavenly Silkworm Armor, that palm strike would have been fatal.

Her grandmother was not only wealthy but well-equipped with luxury gear.

Mainly, the grandmother herself was a force to be reckoned with.

"I really wish I could meet her soon."

It didn’t matter whether she received a gift or not; all she wanted was to pay her respects to the elder.

Lu Yuan said nonchalantly, "Grandmother loves children. She’ll urge you to have some."

As if he guessed what Meng Qianqian wanted to say, Lu Yuan immediately added, "One, Bao Shu, isn’t enough. She often regrets only giving birth to my mother. She wishes she’d had more children before kicking Grandpa out."

Meng Qianqian: "..."

Meng Qianqian faintly felt something off about his words, but since they were preoccupied with dealing with Prime Minister Xun, she didn’t dwell on it.

She reached out to touch his Heavenly Silkworm Armor.

Lu Yuan grabbed her hand: "Don’t touch it; it’s poisonous. It’s imbued with Witch Mountain’s deadly toxins, and there’s no cure."

Meng Qianqian’s eyes lit up—poison? She liked it even more!

"Don’t worry. I have the Golden Silkworm."

Lu Yuan released her hand: "I forgot you had it."

The Golden Silkworm Gu is the Gu King. Its poison is far deadlier than that of the Heavenly Silkworm Armor.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that with the Golden Silkworm as protection, one can remain immune to all poisons.

Meng Qianqian touched his chest: "Feels great."

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Meng Qianqian, unfazed, said, "I meant the Heavenly Silkworm Armor."

Prime Minister Xun, watching the two bantering in the snowy field, was so infuriated his eyes seemed about to burst. He attempted several times to take action, but each attempt to gather internal energy was thwarted, his strength dissipating without apparent reason.

Meng Qianqian turned around to face Prime Minister Xun, who was gasping heavily, and sneered, "After being hit with Gu poison and the Witch Mountain toxins from the Heavenly Silkworm Armor, even if you’re the reincarnation of a Daluo Golden Immortal, you won’t survive!"

Prime Minister Xun spat a mouthful of black blood. It was unclear whether the poison was killing him or Meng Qianqian’s words were driving him to rage.

Lu Yuan slowly approached him.

Meng Qianqian didn’t stop Lu Yuan from approaching Prime Minister Xun but instead gripped her Red Tassel Spear tightly, prepared for any possible resistance.

If Prime Minister Xun dared to struggle in his final moments, she’d skewer him like candied hawthorn!

Prime Minister Xun, overtaken by poison, collapsed into the blood-stained snow.

He resembled a defeated lion, reduced to a pitiful state of lingering breath.

Lu Yuan approached him nearly without any defense, looking down at him with cold disdain.

Once an adoptive son who had been forced to survive under his heel, Lu Yuan had finally grown into the wolf king who pulled him from his throne.

"Foster father, how does it feel to possess unparalleled martial arts but be unable to wield them? How does it feel to command an army of ten thousand soldiers but be unable to lead them? To rise high, hold sway over the courts, toy with people’s lives, live grandly and die grandly—only to meet such an inconspicuous downfall. Isn’t it infuriating? Isn’t it humiliating?"

"Are you looking at me like this because you want to ask if this is the ending I crafted for you? No, I only wanted you dead. As for how you die, I don’t care."

"What I mean is—you don’t deserve better."

The most devastating blow comes not from death but from words.

Prime Minister Xun glared coldly at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan said calmly, "Even you must look up at me someday, foster father."

Under the vast heavens, white snow blanketed everything.

The wind whipped at Lu Yuan’s Silver Fox Cloak.

He stood amidst the desolate world, resembling a divine figure reborn from the ashes.

Those who had tormented him, tortured him, feasted on his flesh—finally, all lay beneath his feet.

No one knew how many years he’d spent planning for this day.

His seemingly smooth act of vengeance was backed by countless setbacks, broken bones, and repeated falls.

The ease of today’s assassination was proportional to the harshness of past trials.

Was there truly an easy path in the world? The more one walked, the more obstacles would be flattened.

He now donned fine garments and brand-new shoes, but no one noticed the blood-soaked wounds beneath caused by thorns.

Prime Minister Xun’s inner strength quickly dissipated; his breathing turned faint, and the sealed acupoints burst open. Blood gushed from his wounds once again.

"Should I finish him off with one thrust?"

Meng Qianqian asked Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan replied, "Give him an easy death? No."

Meng Qianqian nodded: "Sound reasoning."

With both Gu poison and Witch Mountain toxins wreaking havoc, it felt like countless bugs gnawed at his meridians, his bones seemingly melting inch by inch. He lost all strength.

First, he felt a bone-deep chill, as though afflicted by cold syndrome.

Then came the unbearable pain in his palms, as if they were forcibly broken.

He endured excruciating agony, his consciousness becoming hazy.

Lying in the snow dyed red by his toxic blood, he suddenly chuckled coolly: "Do you know... why I named you Lu..."

Among the six adopted sons, Lu Yuan was the only one who didn’t bear the Xun surname.

Back then, Prime Minister Xun had proposed calling him Xun San, but Lu Yuan had refused.

"My name is Ayuan."

Ayuan could not be changed.

Otherwise, how would his family ever find him?

At sixteen, Lu Yuan was taken in by Prime Minister Xun to be a spy in the Crown Prince Mansion.

Not adopting the name Xun San was no issue for Prime Minister Xun, who casually said, "Xun Yuan sounds unpleasant and might expose our father-son connection. Let’s just name you Lu Yuan."

Prime Minister Xun saw his adopted sons merely as tools; even the names he bestowed were perfunctory. Lu Yuan had never cared.

But now, from the Prime Minister’s recent words, it seemed the surname held hidden significance.

Prime Minister Xun looked toward Lu Yuan.

The poison had spread to his internal organs, and his visions were gone; he could see nothing.

Still, it seemed as though he was gazing earnestly at someone through Lu Yuan.

"Lu Yuan... you are his child... Say you aren’t Lu... You are..."