The Quick Transmigration Goddess is a Sweet Thing - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Miss Handicap (38)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ever since that day, Feng Qingqing had been forcing Su Kui to stay in the palace, saying that she was afraid Su Kui would commit suicide.

She would pay her visit every day and comforted her like the hypocrite she was. Then, she would leave happily after she had disgusted Su Kui.

With regard to this, Su Kui really wanted to tell her, “The more I see you, the more I want to kill myself!”

Yuan Chen had not made any moves yet probably because Jun Mo’s body had not been found.

There was no way around it. Jun Mo was too deceitful, and no one would be truly relieved until they saw his corpse with their own eyes.

Worse still, if Su Kui was harmed and Jun Mo was still alive, when he came back, he would be seriously mad. Then, he would surely fight for the throne.

Emperor Yuan Chen was unwilling to take that risk.

Therefore, not only were they unable to lay a finger on Su Kui, but they also had to take good care of her.

As the days passed, Feng Qingqing did not come as often as before. The atmosphere in the inner court of the palace became more and more depressing.

From the emperor down to the concubines, Su Kui was probably the only person who still had the mood to laugh.

Jun Mo’s body had yet to be found. Su Kui counted the time; from Yanmen Pass to the capital, it would take three days if he traveled without sleeping. More than seven days had passed by now.

She would probably see him soon, right?

As she thought of this, Su Kui rubbed her earlobe subconsciously, cursing herself for being sentimental.

On the 11th year of the Great Yuan reign, June 19th.

That day painted a particularly colorful chapter in the history of Great Yuan as the prince-regent usurped the throne.

A rumor began to spread among the people, saying that Prince-regent Jun Mo cared deeply about the kingdom. However, as soon as he left for war, his beloved imperial consort was detained in the palace by the emperor.

Numerous people imagined that the prince-regent’s imperial consort must have endured suffering in the palace. It was understandable that the prince-regent became disappointed and wanted to usurp the throne.

The alleys near the royal palace were deserted. All innocent people who had nothing to do with imperial power were quietly evacuated.

Jun Mo, who was dressed in black armor, emanated a fierce and murderous aura. He was riding a warhorse, whose fur had been stained with blood.

The look in his eyes was vicious. Veins were bulging on his hand as he gripped his sword, and he seemed unafraid of the arrows that were aimed at him from the walls.

Emperor Yuan Chen stood behind the shields. His eyes were fierce and cold, shooting straight into the man with a murderous aura. His fists were tightly clenched.

He tried his best to ignore the feeling of powerlessness. His voice remained cold and firm. “You disloyal subjects, you deserve to die. However, if you surrender now, I might still spare your life. If you choose to be stubborn, do not blame me for not giving you mercy!”

Jun Mo smiled as disdainfully as always. His black cloak fluttered despite there being no wind. The hem of his cloak, which was stained with blood, flitted.

As raindrops fell sparsely, Jun Mo’s squinted his narrow eyes at the sky. He was murmuring words that no one could hear. “Wait for me…”

He turned his head, and his eyes shot through the shields directly into Yuan Chen’s dodging eyes. “Spare the nonsense. If you want to fight, let’s fight!” he said.

He raised his sword up high and struck it down. “Kill!”

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Countless elite soldiers behind him responded in unison. They raised their spears, and their morale was invincible!

The whole thing ended in a way that was expected. Yuan Chen never anticipated losing so quickly. There were traitors among the Imperial Guard. Most of them had already taken Jun Mo’s side, and there was no way to retreat.

The only bargaining chip was also missing amid the chaos.

Yuan Chen slumped back on the dragon throne. It was as if he had instantly aged by ten years. He abruptly burst out in crazy laughter as he helplessly said, “Hahaha… You really are powerful, Imperial Uncle. Good trick, good trick! I never saw it coming!”

Jun Mo turned his back to him and did not even look at Yuan Chen. His nonchalant words echoed in the Hall of Supreme Harmony for a long time. “Your Majesty, do not forget that I was the one who taught you the art of imperialism.”