True Heiress Cuts Ties, The Marquis Household Bitterly Regrets-Chapter 296 - 295: Home Invaded!

"The ritual is already halfway through, no one can stop it now."

Prince An Nan curled his lips into a cold smile, "I have always kept a low profile, outwardly just a carefree prince indulging in romance. I have no interest in imperial power, so Your Majesty, you have always felt at ease with me, haven’t you?"

Emperor Anqing was still in shock and unable to pull himself away, his lips trembled as he spoke, "You were disguising all along, Prince An Nan, you’re truly a madman to the core. Why didn’t I notice your obsession with Father before? Spending all these years just to resurrect him."

The former Emperor, controlling Xie Yunzhe’s body, curled his lips into a smile, "Hahaha, old Tenth truly is my good son; I was right to choose him back then."

Xie Jiuxiao questioned coldly, "Was all of this arranged by you before you died?"

The former Emperor looked at Xie Jiuxiao with regret, "Fifteenth, actually the ruthless streak in your bones is most like mine. It’s just a pity you care too much about your brother, and lack ambition. Otherwise, this throne could have been yours."

"I couldn’t care less!"

Xie Jiuxiao replied indifferently.

The former Emperor sneered, "I know, which is why I didn’t choose you. Those years, evil spirits were rampant, the Taiyin Evil was entangling me relentlessly, and the souls of Tomb Guard City were watching me without letting go. My body was deteriorating with no way out, death was inevitable, so I could only take a risky move, having someone preserve my soul for a future resurrection. This empire was built by my own hands, how could I bear to just hand it over to someone else?"

"It’s truly a massive conspiracy,"

Yu Nianzhao said, "After all, no one would have expected that the one behind everything was a person who had long died."

The former Emperor scrutinized Yu Nianzhao, "Indeed, you are a clever woman. For a long time, my plan went smoothly, even the secret sect clans couldn’t uncover my identity. The only variable was you. I must say, the Fifteenth has good taste in choosing you as his wife. Otherwise... joining me wouldn’t be a bad choice either; I can make you a concubine."

"Courting death!"

Xie Jiuxiao’s eyes turned cold, his murderous intent fully revealed. Ignoring his status, he impolitely thrust his long sword forward.

The former Emperor was unfazed, as Shi Ye stepped in front of him just in time.

Yu Nianzhao pulled out a talisman and it flew onto Shi Ye’s body.

Boom!

Hellfire erupted furiously on Shi Ye, and he let out a blood-curdling scream.

Taking this opportunity, Xie Jiuxiao pierced Shi Ye’s heart with his sword.

Aaahhh—

Shi Ye was unwilling, yet he had no room for maneuver this time and turned into white smoke, disappearing completely before their eyes.

The former Emperor frowned, displeased, "Such a fool, not an ounce of ability, dispersed just like that, wasting the evil spirits fed to him before."

Xie Jiuxiao clenched his long sword, his body trembling slightly, "Don’t you realize what Shi Ye was? He was a general of the enemy nation. How many of our brothers did he kill? Yet you cooperated with him and even nurtured him? You are utterly unfit to be an emperor, you deserved to die, and yet you wish to take the Great Chao Country?"

Emperor Anqing endured discomfort, nodded, and said, "Indeed, Father, you’re already dead, you should abide by the rules of the world. You’ve caused so many deaths, yet still wish to be reborn? Aren’t you going too far?"

"Oh? Then what will you do? Do you intend to kill your father and let him die one more time?"

The former Emperor laughed crazily, "Rest assured, the Great Chao Country will only have one emperor. I am now Xie Yunzhe, and the future emperor will also be him. As long as all of you die here, everything will be resolved, and no one will know I’m the former emperor."

The former Emperor gave Prince An Nan a signal, and Prince An Nan, the lackey, clapped his hands.

From all sides, many black-clad men surged in, and Yu Nianzhao felt something amiss as soon as she saw them.

"These people aren’t living, they’re the dead!"

Surrounded by such heavy death aura, Yu Nianzhao furrowed her brows and said, "They’ve all been made into puppets. How many lives are stained on your hands?"

Dongfang Hong was also shocked, "Where did this puppet-crafting sorcery come from?"

"Attack!"

Prince An Nan didn’t intend to explain any further, directly issuing an order.

Dongfang Hong immediately shouted, "Form a formation, decapitate them! Otherwise, these puppets won’t die."

As soon as the words fell, the puppets lunged at them.

"Liang Ziyu, Huawu, you two come out and clean them up together."

Yu Nianzhao coldly summoned, and the mirror spirits, Liuzhu, and Wei Zhao all dealt with the puppets, keeping them protected within the circle.

"Yu Nianzhao, those who recognize the times are wise. With your skills, you should join our side."

Prince An Nan said with a sly smile, "Soon, the Capital City will fall."

He snapped his fingers, hearing the cries of a baby in the distance.

The Empress, holding a child, was shoved out along with the Grand Princess Dowager.

"Empress, Mother!"

Emperor Anqing’s eyes widened in rage, wanting to rush forward, but was held back by Xie Jiuxiao catching his arm.

"Your Majesty!"

The Empress held the child tightly, her steadfast gaze softened into a look of grievance when it met Emperor Anqing.

"Prince An Nan, how did you infiltrate the palace?"

Emperor Anqing gasped, his eyes full of shock and anger, never expecting one day for his home to be invaded like this.

"Naturally, it was an inside-outside collaboration."

Prince An Nan laughed triumphantly, "Your Majesty, your time is almost up, we’re merely accelerating the inevitable."

Emperor Anqing had a sudden ominous feeling, "What do you mean by almost up?"

"Doesn’t your body feel hollowed out?"

Prince An Nan looked at him disdainfully, "You think everyone around you is solely protective? Apart from your brother, it’s full of people wishing for your death."

"Master, it’s this person controlling these puppets!"

Huawu flew to the back of the sacrificial altar, forcibly dragging someone out.

They all looked over in unison and saw Jing’an Daoist.

"Jing’an Daoist?"

Emperor Anqing’s face turned even more unsightly, his heart racing, his body growing weak, followed closely by spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"The pills you took regularly contained trace amounts of poison. Over time, your body’s been slowly dying. But this poison is colorless and tasteless, undetectable by ordinary Imperial Physicians."

Jing’an Daoist approached slowly, ringing a bell in his hand, and nearby puppets jumped over and tangled with Huawu.

"Brother!"

Xie Jiuxiao supported Emperor Anqing, glaring coldly at Jing’an Daoist, "I always knew you were no good; it figures the things you fed him were wrong! Hand over the antidote!"