Ming Li raised her head, her gaze turning cold as she looked at Steward Zhang. The next moment, Ming Li vanished from her original spot.
Nangong Jin's pupils contracted upon witnessing this. Ming Li's figure reappeared before Steward Zhang, her hand tightly gripping his neck, lifting him from the ground.
Steward Zhang: ...?! Feeling himself suffocating, his eyes widened in terror as he looked at the red-clad woman before him. His hands frantically beat against the hands that were choking him, but to no avail.
Ming Li tossed him off the nine-tiered platform, then disdainfully took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands. After finishing, she casually threw the handkerchief on the ground.
Steward Zhang was thrown off the nine-tiered platform and knocked unconscious by the fall. Now, only Ming Li and Nangong Jin remained in the imperial study. Ming Li's gaze shifted to Nangong Jin, who was sitting beside her.
Nangong Jin: ...?! Meeting Ming Li's gaze, Nangong Jin involuntarily swallowed. He found those eyes very familiar. Nangong Jin thought back through his memories and finally recalled.
Red attire, dark hair, and high martial arts skills – wasn't this the detestable woman he had been searching for all along?! kan shu wu. xi a
Nangong Jin spoke to Ming Li with considerable displeasure, "You're that red-clad woman who set the palace on fire that time!"
Ming Li's lips curved into a seductive, wicked smile upon hearing Nangong Jin's words. "Yes! And not only did I set your palace on fire, but I also beat you up several times! Surprised? Shocked?"
Nangong Jin: ...?! Damn it! It really is this vicious woman.
Nangong Jin stared intently at the red-clad woman before him, gritting his teeth, wishing he could tear her into a thousand pieces. "Su Ziwan's matter, that was you too!"
Ming Li ignored Nangong Jin's fury and continued to speak with a smile, "Of course. Who told her to hurt Yun'er. Why should you all be able to live happily together after harming so many people?" These were the last words the original host had wanted to say to Nangong Jin after her death in her past life. Now, she spoke them on behalf of the original host, and instantly felt the original host's suppressed resentment being released.
Nangong Jin couldn't understand what the woman before him was saying. He waved his hand in the air, and immediately, a group of hidden guards appeared in the imperial study. Not only that, but another group of guards broke through the door, completely surrounding the imperial study.
Ming Li scoffed at this sight, her tone dismissive, "You think these people can stop me? Do you think the big shots are made of paper?"
Nangong Jin looked at the arrogant Ming Li, his voice icy, "What exactly do you want?" kan δん
Ming Li's tone was nonchalant, "I want this throne. Will you give it to me?"
Nangong Jin: Impossible! You are too audacious!
Ming Li watched as Nangong Jin, surrounded by a large group of hidden guards and regular guards, was being pushed towards the exit. She rolled her eyes ungracefully and said speechlessly, "Since you won't give it, why are you still blabbering?"
With that, Ming Li made her move.
...
When Nangong Yi arrived at the palace, this was the scene he witnessed.
Vast swathes of blood stained the palace floor. Amidst a sea of corpses, a breathtakingly beautiful woman in red, holding a blood-stained, glinting silver sword, stood quietly.
Nangong Yi quickly went to Ming Li's side and asked worriedly, "A'li, are you alright? Are you injured?"
Ming Li glanced at Nangong Yi and said with great displeasure, "I'm fine. It's just that Nangong Jin escaped."