Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1288
“Yes, yes!” The prince raised his chubby little hands, his two big watery eyes full of excitement: “Ping’er is willing to go^O^/”
“Okay, good boy, you are really born to be an emperor.” Shen Zhiyu gently touched the prince’s head, stood up to get the poisonous pill, and instructed him word by word.
“Didn’t your grandmother say a few days ago that the imperial chef had made some new snacks and wanted you to go and try them? Stop being so mad and go quickly.”
“Crush this pill, hide it under your fingernail, put it in your grandmother’s snack and let her eat it, and it will work.”
The prince got the pill, said “Oh” first, and walked out with his short legs.
His steps became slower and slower. When he reached the door, he could not help but look back, hesitantly looking at Shen Zhiyu: “But father…”
He gradually clenched his fists, as if trying to find a way out: “Do you really want to go?”
He said, “Grandma Empress was very kind to me before. She got angry once because of Mu Sijin and later came to apologize to me. Although I thought about killing her, I…”
“What do you mean?” Shen Zhiyu was immediately displeased when he realized that he was backing off, and shouted angrily: “When your father taught you to torture and kill the palace maids and eunuchs, didn’t you learn it very quickly? Why did you not have the heart to do it to that old woman?!”
“But father, the Empress Dowager is a relative. She is different from the palace maids who have lowly lives.” It was the first time that the prince was yelled at. He looked at Shen Zhiyu with tears in his eyes.
“The Empress Dowager sent someone to give Ping’er a kite the day before yesterday, telling her not to kill indiscriminately…Ahhh!”
However, before he could finish his words, he was slapped to the ground by Shen Zhiyu, “You are too soft-hearted. A loser like you will never achieve anything great! Fuck!”
“Damn it, idiot, how could I have a loser like you! It’s ruined! Everything is ruined by you! Trash! Garbage!”
After Shen Zhiyu knocked the prince down, he kicked him hard several times until he fainted. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and take deep breaths with his eyes wide open.
Because just now, when the prince rejected him, he clearly heard the system prompt.
[Failed to frame the Queen Mother, Luck value -10%. ]
[Warning! Warning! The current luck value is 10%, it may be reset to zero at any time. Repeat, it may be reset to zero at any time! ]
The luck value is reset to zero, which means that the soul of the old Lord has completely disappeared.
He was more anxious than Shen Zhiyu, but he could only persuade with a steady voice: “Okay, go find the Queen Mother, you poison people yourself, kill someone who helps Mu Sijin first, and save your luck points.”
“Fuck!” As Shen Zhiyu left, he did not forget to kick the prince again.
Then, he closed the palace gate and went to Renshou Hall with a team of imperial guards.
He hacked the palace maids and eunuchs to death or injured them, then captured the empress dowager and tried to force the pill into her.
Zheng Yingqin was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he hurried to stop them, but before he could take two steps, he was hacked by several guards and thrown out of Renshou Hall.
I could only sit outside and listen to the Queen Mother’s wailing.
Zheng Yingqin’s eyes turned red with anxiety. He hurriedly covered his wound, and when no one was paying attention, he crawled out of the dog hole and ran towards the Duke’s Mansion at full speed.
Crazy! Shen Zhiyu is crazy!!!
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Duke’s Mansion.
When Si Jin returned home, he saw Mo Qi kneeling on the durian peel, practicing Qi seriously, trying to open up his meridians.
“…”
He frowned slightly: “Didn’t I tell you to make Sheng Yu kneel?”
“How can that be possible?” Mo Qi insisted on his desire to win: “I must be better than him in martial arts to turn the tables!”
Si Jin: “…”
He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he saw Zheng Yingqin, covered in blood, rushing into the gate of the Duke’s Mansion.
He didn’t even have the strength to lift his feet. He fell flat on his face but insisted on looking up: “Young Master, hurry… hurry to the palace. Something has happened to the Empress Dowager…”
