imperial princess

Chapter 042: Dead man, do it yourself

Ever since he openly sued his stepmother, brother, and cheap husband, Ye Zhao basically never stepped out of the house alone. Now that he has been conferred the crown princess by imperial decree, it is too late for the Ye family and Marquis Ding'an to hide from him, so how dare they send someone to assassinate him? ?The only remaining candidates are those who don't want to see Rong Che become emperor after getting married.

However, no one expected that they would be so impatient!

"Master, leave it to us?"

Picking up the bedside coat and draping it over his shoulders, Chunhua was afraid for a while. If the master hadn't been vigilant, I'm afraid now... If something happened to him, all of them would have to be buried with him.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Without thinking about it, he rejected his proposal. Ye Zhao went straight to one of them, knelt down and looked at him for a while, then grabbed the other person's jaw with his slender hand.

"what···"

The screams suddenly cut through the silence of the night, and after a closer look, Ye Zhao removed his chin neatly.

Seeing this, the remaining men in black were all shocked. Even Chunhua Wanzi couldn't help being secretly surprised. The main reason is that Ye Zhao's appearance is too deceptive, thin, thin, beautiful and weak. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes , no one would believe that he could be so ruthless.

But this is just the beginning.

"A dead man?"

Ignoring their shock, Ye Zhao pinched the opponent's cheeks that couldn't close together with one hand, and took a sharp pincer that he didn't know where he got out of the other hand, and pulled out a sugar-coated poison the size of a rice grain from the opponent's mouth.

"Ahh..."

After that, he removed the jaws of others one after another, and took the same poison from their mouths.

"Master, they..."

Looking at the six poisons neatly arranged on the teacup lid, Chunhua's face was extremely ugly. Most of the dead soldiers have undergone very cruel training, and they have experienced various tortures and dangers since they were young. Death is a relief for them. It is difficult to pry their mouths open and find the mastermind behind the scenes.

"What's going on? Zhao, brother Zhao, they are..."

The disheveled Ye Tong hurried in. When he saw the men in black and their weapons, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost stumbled towards Ye Zhao: "Brother Zhao, are you alright? Isn't it the master or the Hou family? It's all because I slept too hard..."

"I'm fine, can we calm down?"

Helplessly pressing his shoulder, Ye Zhao raised his head to meet his crimson eyes.

"I, um, sorry Brother Zhao, I was just in a hurry."

After realizing that he seemed to be making trouble for him, Ye Tong hurriedly wiped away the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes. Brother Hua told him that from the moment the marriage was granted by the imperial decree, Brother Zhao was destined to be involved in the struggle for imperial power Among them, if he wants to follow him all the time, he must get rid of his reckless habit and learn to be strong, otherwise, he will probably suffer a lot in the future. Dealing with Brother Zhao was something he would never want to see, so he would work hard and not let Brother Zhao and the others down.

"fine."

Without time to comfort him, Ye Zhao turned around and looked down at one of the men in black: "Do you want to talk now, or later?"

He knew that these people should be dead men, and he couldn't easily knock their mouths off, but he just didn't believe in evil, no one was really not afraid of death, if there was, then his methods were not ruthless enough, just be more ruthless.

"Wu... If you want to kill, you have to scrape and listen... Ahhh..."

His chin couldn’t be closed, and the mouth in black was drooling all over the floor. He was very stubborn at first, but he screamed in pain in the middle of his words. Everyone took a closer look, and saw that his right thumb was gradually congested and swollen, and it became round and translucent in a short while. up.

"Snapped!"

"Ahh..."

Facing everyone's unbelievable gaze, the swollen thumb suddenly burst into a ball of blood mist, and everyone said that the five fingers connected to the heart, and the man in black was in pain.

"Woo...no, no..."

What frightened him even more was that his right hand, which was stained with blood from his thumb, also swelled up. The man in black was really frightened. His roar was mixed with unmistakable panic and trembling, but this couldn't stop his palm from congested and swollen. From the beginning to the end, Ye Zhao did not fluctuate, as if he was used to such scenes.

"Papa..."

"Ahhh..."

Not long after, the congested and swollen palm burst again, blood and flesh splattered all over the ground, and the man wailed in pain. This time, the blood splashed on his cheeks, and his fear also accumulated to the highest point: "Kill me, please kill me! ···kill me···"

Faintly feeling his cheeks swell, the man screamed and begged indistinctly with blood and tears. He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of this kind of torture that is thousands of times more painful than death.

"Who sent you here?"

Putting down the teacup, Ye Zhao asked lightly, as if he wasn't worried that he wouldn't say anything.

"...kill me, kill...me..."

The man was shaking like chaff, but he didn't say a word about the mastermind behind the scenes, and Ye Zhao didn't bother to talk to him anymore, watching his cheeks swell as rapidly as a burst palm with a cold expression.

【End of this chapter】