The Tragic Fate of Zhao Qing'er

The lifeless body of Lin Zhengyue lay there, the death of a cultivator of the Innate Realm in Mo Nation meant something profound, and everyone was acutely aware of it.

"How did Lin Zhengyue die?"

Zhao Qingyun inquired, his cold gaze piercing Fang Xiu like a snake.

"With your dantian shattered, you couldn't possibly have been Lin Zhengyue's match. Even this young Ninth-Rank Master by your side couldn't have slain him."

The unexpected death of Lin Zhengyue caught Zhao Qingyun off guard, leaving him puzzled about Fang Xiu's true capabilities.

Could it be that Fang Xiu had somehow restored his cultivation?

Impossible.

With a shattered dantian, one's foundation was destroyed, rendering them a lifelong cripple.

Even if a celestial being descended, they couldn't undo such damage.

"I have my ways to deal with him, much like how I stand here with the power to overthrow your reign," Fang Xiu casually responded, taking two steps forward, closing the distance to Zhao Qingyun.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty? Are you afraid"

"Afraid?"

Zhao Qingyun laughed, a hearty laughter filling the hall.

"Fang Xiu, you're too young. Do you think the Four Great Rakshasas you cultivated secretly have escaped my notice? Bai Zhan and Ji Mo were already under suspicion. Inviting them today was a test. Since you planned rebellion, they voluntarily exposed themselves, saving me the trouble of finding them out."

"Stop flattering yourself, you old dog. With a simple command from me, all the industries under the Bai Zhan Chamber of Commerce will close down. Mo Nation's economy will crumble," Bai Zhan spat, his words resonating like thunder, creating a sonic boom.

Bai Zhan, intentionally or not, spat his second mouthful of phlegm, this time directed at the face of Grand Tutor Li, who had just risen from kneeling.

"..."

Grand Tutor Li couldn't bear it any longer, he vomited profusely.

A foul stench filled the air, causing many to cover their noses and cast disdainful glances at Grand Tutor Li.

Zhao Qingyun and Princess Royal, being closer, couldn't help but frown.

"What did Grand Tutor Li eat last night? The smell is unbearable."

"Bai Zhan, I'll kill you!"

Grand Tutor Li went berserk, grabbing a sword and lunging towards Bai Zhan.

Even though Bai Zhan spat without phlegm this time, Grand Tutor Li couldn't contain his disgust and nearly vomited again.

"Grand Tutor, please don't act impulsively."

The Fifth Prince restrained Grand Tutor Li.

A grand tutor losing his composure like this would become a big joke.

Grand Tutor Li, screaming uncontrollably, couldn't be calmed down.

This fat man had spat directly on his face twice, a highly targeted offense.

Moreover, the fat man seemed to have consumed a mouthful of garlic; the smell was unbearable.

"Enough!"

Zhao Qing'er shouted, unable to endure any longer.

She looked around the chaotic Azure Cloud Palace, realizing it was her engagement ceremony.

She invited Fang Xiu to wash away the shame he brought upon her, but now, it had escalated into a national affair of Marquis of Guanjun's rebellion.

"Fang Xiu, I, the Princess Royal, treated you exceptionally well. I bestowed you with a noble title at a young age and even arranged my engagement with you. Yet, you harbor ambitions and secretly cultivate power for rebellion. Blame myself for being blind."

Zhao Qing'er's tone was severe, positioning herself on the moral high ground.

Fang Xiu sighed.

What exceptional treatment indeed.

When others playing the victim and accusing you on the moral high ground, the only response is to slap them and bring them down.

"Pah!"

Bai Zhan spat again, loud as thunder.

Grand Tutor Li, who had just risen from the ground, shivered, almost sitting back down.

Fortunately, this time, Bai Zhan's spittle did not accompany phlegm.

Nonetheless, Grand Tutor Li couldn't help but dry heave.

"Blame yourself for being blind? It's Young Master who's blind. He served the Zhao family for seven years, and what did he get in return?"

Fang Ying stepped forward, a sword glinting in her hand, pointing towards Zhao Qing'er.

"You're not qualified to criticize. You've been divorced by Young Master. We're here today not to discuss right or wrong but to avenge Young Master's shattered dantian. Mo Nation's fate is tied to Young Master, and it may fall into chaos because of him."

Fang Ying's words were cutting, turning Zhao Qing'er's face red.

The words "being divorced" was like a sharp knife stabbing into her heart, a phrase she never wanted to mention throughout her life.

"We want revenge," Ji Mo spoke coldly, his frigid killing intent emanating.

The experiences of the Four Great Rakshasas were remarkably similar.

Bai Zhan, Ji Mo, and Fang Ying, whether orphans or with tragic backgrounds, were adopted and trained by the Marquis of Guanjun.

They were loyal to the core. Marquis of Guanjun's enemies were their enemies.

"Very well!"

Zhao Qingyun laughed.

"Today, in Azure Cloud Palace, let's settle this. While the Bai Zhan Chamber of Commerce and the Black Dragon Society wield significant influence, their destruction won't plunge us into complete chaos. Killing you will scatter the remnants. However, it seems the Four Great Rakshasas are still missing one member. If you're among the courtiers, it's time to reveal yourself."

Zhao Qingyun's sharp gaze scanned the hall, searching for the last Rakshasa.

The revelation silenced the hall once again, making everyone realize that the Four Great Rakshasas lacked one member.

"Big brother, stop pretending and come out."

Bai Zhan cast his gaze at the top of Azure Cloud Palace, and surprisingly, it fell at the person sitting next to Princess Royal.

Under the shocked gazes, Yu Shuai, after adjusting his white robe, descended calmly.

Everyone was dumbfounded, especially Zhao Qingyun and Princess Royal.

For the first time, Zhao Qingyun lost his confident demeanor, and his face gradually dimmed.

Zhao Qing'er, on the other hand, trembled, biting her red lips, almost drawing blood.

The eyes of the spectators widened, witnessing an unprecedented drama.

This wasn't a script one would dare to write, yet it unfolded before their eyes.

"Azure Dragon Rakshasa, Yu Shuai."

Turning around, Yu Shuai looked at Emperor Zhao and his daughter, revealing a cunning smile.

Pfft~ Zhao Qing'er couldn't hold back any longer. She spewed a mouthful of blood and stumbled, paralyzed on her seat.

A joke.

She became a joke, a clown. Zhao Qing'er suddenly understood Fang Xiu's words—mocking herself as a fool.

Indeed, wasn't she a fool?

Amidst her joy, she found herself ensnared in someone else's trap.

She was divorced by Fang Xiu, and in retaliation, she threw herself into Yu Shuai's arms, intending to show Fang Xiu he was unworthy.

Now, she became an even bigger joke before the world.

In her hand, Zhao Qing'er still held the token exchanged with Yu Shuai, a red embroidered pouch.

"Your Highness, why not open the pouch and see the gift I've prepared for you?" Yu Shuai suggested.

Suppressing her fury, Zhao Qing'er reluctantly opened the pouch.

A gold-embossed piece of paper with one simple word: Divorce!

Pfft...

Zhao Qing'er let out a piercing roar, spewing three consecutive mouthfuls of blood.

She tore the divorce letter into pieces.