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After wiping off his tears, he immediately returned home. On that night, three sounds of a cannon rang, and it surprised the residents in Kunjing.

He decided to rebel.

The unsteady power of the Regent King, after successive days of being undermines, finally collapsed with this rebellion.

That night, the loud sounds of the cannon in the outskirts was clearly heard by even those in the palace. Everyone shut the palace doors and waited quietly in the dark, waiting for the bloodshed to pass by once again. However, in the closed doors of Chong Xing Palace, a ”ghostly shadow” slowly moved.

Meng Fuyao's long hair fluttered in the wind. With hands to her back, she slowly looked at the palace that she had lived in for two months, and her expression was hard to discern… The end of Xuanyuan Cheng was nearing, and she had finally accomplished what she wanted to do. That day, she used the most perfect method to end her journey as Empress, and Yu Wen Zi would no longer exist in the universe.

Power resembled a knife. It could aggressively split apart any obstacles, but it could also slowly undercut any high and mighty boulder. Hearts of humans were craftier and harder to grasp. It could bring about revolutionary change, and it could either create or destroy everything.

At that moment, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt tired and desolate, feelings that came after the fall of a flourishing era. In the Bloodshed of Kunjing and the chaos within the Xuanyuan palace, how many people died? She did not dare to count, and neither did she do it. A successful battle would already require tens of thousands of bones to pave. A successful capture of the throne, would require even more bloodshed.

As she slowly opened her palms, she stared dazedly at the jade-like complexion of her skin in the darkness. How much blood has this pair of hands caused?

Some crumbs suddenly landed on her palm. Meng Fuyao beamed.

She had been too busy recently. How could she have forgotten this child?

A turmoil was about to happen in Xuanyuan. She should send her back to the Tang family. A child should not be sacrificed in the dark turmoil of the palace.

Hence, she opened her arms and said, ”Ah Guang, come down, I will bring you back home.”

Someone replied softly and the tiny body plummeted down afterwards. There was a tinge of the aroma of fresh flowers and delicate snacks, and it made people recall the soft and sweet memories in life.

When Meng Fuyao hugged the warm body, her heart which was made of steel also softened slightly. She rubbed Tang Yiguang's hair and said in a low tone, ”It's about to end…”

Suddenly, her voice was cut off.

A cold gleam appeared before her eyes.

Tang Yiguang's palm flipped up, and a dagger which was as cold as the moonlight, instantly appeared!

The same moment that the tiny body ran into Meng Fuyao's hug, the dagger had also silently reached Meng Fuyao's chest area.

A dagger which could cut gold and break jade pieces, and Meng Fuyao who was totally caught off guard.

The dagger was an epic treasure and it was coated with extreme poison. Just a small cut on the skin could cause the death of the victim.

It was worse that the front of the dagger split open, and a push of the finger could cause poisonous needles to shower upon the target. There was a spring in the middle of the dagger, and once triggered, a sapphire-blue and triangular thorn would fly out. There was also a chain between the blade and the handle, so that the length could be adjusted anytime. Furthermore, the handle was hollow, and any force applied on it would cause it to explode.

In other words, this was a tool that was a dagger, an explosive device, a poisonous weapon and also a hidden trap. It was used to defeat very strong opponents, causing them to be unable to handle the strike, nor throw it away or try to block it. No matter what they did, it would be inevitable to be slightly harmed, and that slight damage could mean the loss of a life.

In that instant, Meng Fuyao changed four different hand tactics, including point, strike, hook and press. No matter which tactic she used, unless she another hand, there was no way that she could settle that dagger without getting harmed, especially under the situation that Tang Yiguang could still strike her at such a close distance.

That child was way too close to her.

That dagger was also way too close.

Meng Fuyao sighed. In that split second, she chose to press towards the dagger.

She could no longer care about the consequences.

All of a sudden, a hand reached out and very gently, it gave a pinch.

It was just a simple pinch.

But the difficulty positioning the hand in that way was similar to that of trying to reach the sky.

In that moment, all five fingers were fully utilised. The thumb pointed, the middle finger pressed, the index finger flicked, the fourth finger striked and the last finger could still hook. Every joint of each finger were moving separately, and in that short amount of time, there were more than 10 changes every time the hand moved. The thumb pressed shut the front of the dagger, the middle finger pressed the spring away and blocked the trigger of the trap, the index finger flicked the triangular thorn back to its position, the fourth finger struck between the middle of the handle and the blade, then the last finger hooked the chain on the handle, blocked the catalyst and prevented Tang Yiguang from igniting the explosives.

It was an extremely accurate movement of the hand which was so intricate that it was giddy to watch.

A pair of hands with unrivaled nimbleness.