17 Generals Crisis 2 (1/2)

General Wei lowered his head and cupped his hands toward Minster Rui. He wasn't willing to openly admit his faults without dragging that sly troll down with him. He spoke through his tightly gritted teeth.

”Minster Rui must be mistaken. What do you mean?”

Minster Rui heaved in anger. His finger shook as he spoke furiously, ”You want to anger me to death, don't you?”

”Minster Rui, I've always respected you as a high ranking official. Please don't make it hard for this subject.”

Minster Rui narrowed his eyes. Was the General making a hidden threat? Good. Very good. He underestimated this man. He swiftly turned to the Emperor, his hand cupped in respect.

”My ruler, please pass your fair judgment for me. This subject's daughter has suffered from this heartless man.”

The Emperor frowned. It wasn't his place to interference into family matters, but Minster Rui had made such a massive fuss about it, and he needed to play it down.

”General Wei, what do you have to say about that?”

”It's true that I reacted unreasonably towards my concubine. However, she went insane and tried to kill me.”

”She tried to kill you?”

The General ripped his coat and shifted his collar. Underneath the fabric, everyone can see the harsh black-purplish fingerprints of attempted murder.

The Emperor frowned. He had heard from the Crown Prince that the concubine had suffered an injury. However, since it was too timely, he had suspected the concubine faked it to protect the General. However, if the concubine indeed did suffer a head injury and gone mad. Then there would be nothing to tie the General down. He tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne. His goal was to weaken the General's troops, but this made it inconvenient.

Minster Rui quickly got down on his knees.

”My Ruler, how can you listen to his nonsense. How can a mere lady like my daughter cause anything harm to the General? She is only a level 3-grade nature connector. At most, she can only sprout vines.”

The Emperor rubbed his forehead, all this drama was causing his head to cause. He wasn't stupid, everything he needed to steal the General's power came too quickly to him. Someone was pushing this forward behind the scene, but he didn't know what their motive was.

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Meanwhile, the 'little schemer' the Emperor was worried about had just woken up. Hongyue slowly sat up in her bed bewildered at how smoothly her body reacted. There usually should be a backlash, her body shouldn't be able to move at all for at least a week. She managed her sore neck and her cold feet, trying to collect her thoughts. She frowned.

First, the poison in her body is still there, but for some reason, it didn't really affect her body all that much anymore. Even without using her powers, she could feel it suppressed. While it was good news, she didn't feel all that happy about it. How is she going to act? Her heartless father probably thought she was dead, yet once again she still alive. Hongyue grinned wickedly, while it might stir suspension, it could help anger him to death. If he dies, there will be no need to act

Hongyue slipped her pale feet into a pair of slippers.

She could feel the chilly breeze slipping into her footwear. She glanced at the window and waved her arm to the right. The window's fabric instantly whipped over and covered the open entry.

She paused.

Right.

She nearly forgot.

She had intended to kill Concubine Mei the day before after all there was no point in keeping someone so useless. After someone is infected by a hex done by a siren, their mind would be so broken to the point, they would kill everything until they died. It was a highly forbidden spell that others could not produce unless they sacrifice a considerable amount of their life. However, Hongyue would only suffer a week of backlash. This was the benefit of being a half-ling. Hongyue drew a half a circle on the table with her finger. She could remember just before she could force her powers to slice off Concubine Mei's life, something inside of her held her back. Her hand slowly formed a fist, her fingernails digging into her skin. The blood trickled down the sides and dripped onto the table slowly following the outline of a half circle.