BSI Chapter 275 He is the Emperor of Qin, and also my future husband.
Chapter 275 He is the Emperor of Qin, and also my future husband.
The palace gates were wide open.
The moonlight poured in like a waterfall.
The figure in moon-white stood on the threshold, hands behind his back, his robes fluttering gently in the night breeze.
Behind him stood their emperor.
Zhang Julu stood behind the long table, motionless.
His eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils filled with shock.
This scenario is utterly absurd.
It was so absurd that his first reaction wasn't alertness, fear, or even anger.
But -
I think I'm seeing things.
It must be a dream.
Otherwise, how could one possibly see the Emperor of Qin in the Tianqi Hall, in the very heart of the Liyang Imperial Palace?
Zhang Julu's hands were trembling slightly.
He subconsciously looked outside the hall.
The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the white marble square.
Twelve dragon-carved stone pillars stand silently, casting long shadows.
There is no sound.
There was no clash of swords, no shouts of battle, and no sound of the Imperial Guards' footsteps.
There was nothing there.
Only the faint sound of the night breeze could be heard.
What does this tell us?
This means that the Qin Dynasty did not attack.
This indicates that the person came alone.
This realization caused Zhang Julu's pupils to contract again.
Alone?
Deep inside the Li Yang Imperial Palace?
Arriving in front of the Hall of Apocalypse?
Standing right in front of them?
this--
How is that possible?
He turned his head sharply and looked at Li Chunfeng.
Li Chunfeng stood by the window, his whisk already hanging down.
Those eyes, which were always half-closed, were now fully open, their sharp light concealed, yet carrying a complex emotion that Zhang Julu had never seen before.
really,
It's him.
This thought flashed through Li Chunfeng's mind like lightning.
He recalled the aura he sensed outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation that night.
Vast as the sea, deep as an abyss.
He recalled the figure at the Nujiang ferry crossing, casually crushing the Emperor Taizu's edict.
He recalled the giant dragon born from Qin Mu's mind, its exquisite control capable of entangled him for hundreds of rounds without harming him in the slightest.
If that person is a terrestrial deity.
Then all of this makes sense.
Why did he dare to stand alone in front of them?
because--
He doesn't need anyone's protection at all.
He himself is the most powerful being in this world.
Li Chunfeng's throat bobbed slightly.
He didn't speak.
I simply watched that moon-white figure, that smiling, ever-composed face.
The last glimmer of hope in my heart was completely extinguished.
And at this moment—
"Qin Mu—!!!"
A loud shout, like a thunderclap!
Gu Jiantang suddenly moved!
His hand was on the hilt of the sword, his fingers clenched, and he pulled hard!
"Zheng—!!!"
The massive sword, as wide as a door panel, was drawn in an instant!
The sword gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight, its blade pointing directly at the pale figure at the doorway!
Gu Jiantang moved like a cannonball, taking a step three zhang (approximately 10 meters) to stand between Qin Mu and Zhao Qingxue!
His eyes were wide open, filled with barely suppressed rage and murderous intent!
On that resolute face, veins bulged and his jaw was taut!
"How dare you!"
"How dare you come here alone!"
He stared intently at Qin Mu, his greatsword held horizontally in front of him, the tip pointing directly at the other's throat!
In those tiger-like eyes, besides anger, there was also vigilance.
He's watching.
Look outside the hall.
Look around.
Look for every corner where someone might be hiding.
Qin Mu could not have come alone.
It is absolutely impossible.
He must have that terrestrial deity by his side.
They must be accompanied by the most elite guards of the Qin Dynasty.
At this moment, those people must be lying in ambush, waiting for their chance to strike.
But outside—
Still silent.
There was no sound at all.
Gu Jiantang's brows furrowed tightly.
He couldn't figure it out.
But he didn't have time to think about it.
Because at this moment, Qin Mu is right in front of you.
It was right within the range of his sword.
if--
If we can take this opportunity, we can kill him or capture him.
Then His Majesty will be saved.
Those who leave Yang do not need to submit.
There is still a chance for things to turn around.
This thought flashed through Gu Jiantang's mind, but it burned like a raging fire in an instant!
His hand gripped the hilt of the sword tightly.
True energy begins to circulate within the body, surging along the meridians, ready to be unleashed!
He is not afraid of death.
From the day he put on this armor, he disregarded life and death.
As long as His Majesty can be rescued.
As long as we can preserve the Yang energy.
Even if he were to die here, he would be willing!
A resolute glint flashed in Gu Jiantang's eyes.
He took a deep breath, about to speak—
Just then, Qin Mu smiled.
He did not look at Gu Jiantang.
He didn't even look at the giant sword in his hand that could strike at any moment.
He simply turned slightly to the side, his gaze falling on Zhao Qingxue behind him.
A smile played in those deep eyes.
"Your Majesty the Empress."
His voice was very gentle, as gentle as if he were chatting in his own backyard.
"Is this how you treat guests in Liyang?"
Zhao Qingxue's eyelashes trembled slightly.
She stood behind Qin Mu, slowly walking forward from behind that moon-white figure.
The moonlight shone on her face, illuminating her stunning beauty with exceptional clarity.
Those deep purple phoenix eyes were now looking at Gu Jiantang.
She looked at the man who stood in front of her, his sword pointed at Qin Mu.
She gazed at the loyal general who was willing to die for her.
A complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
She spoke.
"Put the sword down."
Gu Jiantang's pupils contracted slightly!
He turned his head sharply and looked at Zhao Qingxue.
Those tiger eyes were filled with disbelief.
"His Majesty--"
His voice was hoarse and urgent, with an almost pleading tone:
"Did this tyrannical ruler threaten your life?"
"Rest assured! Even if it costs me my life, I will definitely rescue you!"
As he spoke, he gripped the sword in his hand even tighter.
The true energy circulated wildly, causing the robes to flutter and rustle even without wind!
He was prepared to fight to the death!
Zhao Qingxue looked at him.
Looking at his resolute face, one could see the barely suppressed anger and urgency.
Looking into his eyes, she saw the resolute determination in which he was willing to die for her.
A deep sense of sorrow welled up in my heart.
She knew that Gu Jiantang was telling the truth.
He's really willing to risk his life.
But she also knew—
Useless.
No use at all.
Qin Mu could even crush Emperor Taizu's edicts with a flick of his wrist.
Li Chunfeng didn't even have the courage to make a move in front of him.
No matter how brave Gu Jiantang is, he is only at the Celestial Realm.
Before him, they were no different from ants.
Zhao Qingxue took a deep breath.
The breath she inhaled, carrying with it the heavy atmosphere of the hall, made her feel a bit more awake.
She spoke again.
The voice was still soft, but it carried an undeniable air of authority:
"Put it down, General Gu."
Gu Jiantang was stunned.
He looked at Zhao Qingxue, at her calm, expressionless face.
Looking into her eyes, he saw a deep, complex emotion that he couldn't understand.
The sword in his hand trembled slightly.
He didn't understand.
Why would Your Majesty do this?
Why not let him do it?
Why—
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
He rejected every single thought he had.
In the end, he could only slowly sheathe the greatsword in his hand.
"Zheng—"
The sword slid into its scabbard with a clear, metallic scraping sound.
But his hand remained on the hilt of the sword.
My body remained tense.
Be ready to draw your sword again at any time.
Seeing him like this, Zhao Qingxue felt even more heartbroken.
She didn't say anything more.
She simply turned her head and looked at Qin Mu.
She pursed her lips and said:
"Please, Your Majesty."
These words, spoken by her, struck Zhang Julu, Gu Jiantang, and Li Chunfeng like a thunderclap.
请？
His Majesty?
Their emperor actually used such a tone to say "please" to that man?
Their emperor was standing beside him, turning slightly to the side, making a gesture of invitation?
That's the kind of attitude you only show to your most distinguished guests.
But is Qin Mu a guest?
No.
He is the enemy.
They are the ones who kidnapped His Majesty.
She is the one who forced His Majesty to marry.
They are enemies of Li Yang.
But Your Majesty—
But why treat him with such an attitude?
Zhang Julu's eyes reddened again.
He looked at Zhao Qingxue, at the face he had seen since he was a child.
Looking into her eyes, he saw a deep weariness and a complex emotion he had never seen before.
A feeling of indescribable heartache welled up in my heart.
Your Majesty has suffered.
They must have suffered.
Otherwise, given her pride, how could she possibly treat that man in such a way?
Zhang Julu's hand slowly tightened inside his sleeve.
But he didn't say anything.
Just standing there, watching.
Watching Qin Mu stride into the Tianqi Hall.
The moonlight shone in from behind him, casting his shadow on the ground, which stretched very long.
His steps were unhurried, and his moon-white robe brushed gently across the floor.
He walked on like that, as if this were not the main hall of the imperial palace in Liyang, but just an ordinary path in his own backyard.
Calm.
Lazy.
It even carried a hint of nonchalance.
He stopped in the center of the hall.
Look around.
His gaze swept over the twelve golden pillars with coiled dragons, over the high dome, over the long sandalwood table, and over the documents and memorials spread out on the table.
Finally, the blame fell on Zhang Julu.
A smile played in those deep eyes.
"Zhang Xiang".
"I've heard so much about you."
Those two simple words made Zhang Julu's body stiffen slightly.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
In the end, however, nothing was said.
Just standing there, watching.
Gu Jiantang's hand remained on the hilt of the sword.
His gaze was fixed on Qin Mu, watching his every subtle movement.
As long as he dares to make any unusual move—
But Qin Mu made no unusual move.
He simply stood there, looking around, like a tourist who had come from afar.
Zhao Qingxue walked to his side and stopped.
Standing side by side with him.
Those deep purple phoenix eyes swept over the three people in the hall.
His gaze swept over Zhang Julu's aged, weary face.
He glanced at Gu Jiantang's resolute, wary face.
His gaze swept across Li Chunfeng's calm face, which concealed complex emotions.
She spoke.
The voice was soft, yet every word was clear:
"Zhang Xiang, General Gu, and the Imperial Advisor."
She paused, then took a deep breath.
Then, word by word:
"This is the Emperor of Qin, Qin Mu."
"Too--"
She turned her head and looked at the man beside her.
The moonlight shone on his face, illuminating his handsome features in a half-light, half-shadow.
Those deep eyes were also looking at her.
With a smile.
gentle.
Zhao Qingxue pursed her lips.
Then, he turned back and looked at the three people inside the hall.
The sound was a little softer, but still clear:
"My future husband."