The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 774 Assassin: We Specialize in Slacking Off
Over by the dragon throne, as soon as the assassin appeared, Emperor Chu was immediately surrounded by people, so tightly that not a breath of wind could pass through. If one wanted to kill him, they would first have to kill those blocking the blade.
He continued to sit on the throne, with not the slightest hint of panic, his face sternly watching the assassination unfolding outside the circle.
He was calm, but those around him were more anxious than anything.
People like Prime Minister Fan, and even more so Song Zhiyuan.
Prime Minister Fan, a man with a black heart, glanced sidelong at Song Zhiyuan, thinking to himself that this young fellow’s mother was here, if anything happened, heh heh.
Song Zhiyuan was indeed anxious in his heart, but his face betrayed nothing. He looked towards the direction of the Song Family’s location, and at that glance, wondered why that group of people was moving this way?
Seeing the layers upon layers of guards and the protective circle, he relaxed a bit, but then seeing the assassins retreating while fighting, seemingly heading there, his heart tensed again.
Hope they don’t collide.
Watching this, he sensed something was amiss.
Apparently, these assassins aren’t very earnest—no, they’re not very professional.
Rather than assassinating, they seemed to be more like slacking off.
Song Zhiyuan’s eyebrow twitched, and he took a step closer, saying, "Your Majesty, something seems off."
"You noticed too?" Emperor Chu chuckled softly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
The assassins weren’t making a desperate attempt to assassinate him; instead, they caused chaos and accidental injuries on the periphery, which was very unusual.
This abnormality suggested something sinister.
Song Ci’s mind echoed these words, and he wished to loudly question them.
As an assassin, if you’re not professionally targeting the main person but troubling others, where’s your mindset at?
When two of the assassins were cut down by guards, Song Ci’s face paled further, and several profane words slipped out of his mouth.
CTMD!
Don’t scare this old man, the blood circulation is barely keeping up!
Song Zhiyuan saw this clearly, panicked and startled.
Emperor Chu, following his line of sight, also raised an eyebrow and immediately instructed the people around him, "Go protect Madam Song and bring her over here."
This elderly lady must not come to harm. If something happened to her, besides Song Zhiyuan having to mourn his loss instead of competing with Prime Minister Fan, his family’s old patriarch would also be losing half his life.
"As you command."
"This humble servant thanks Your Majesty." Song Zhiyuan bowed deeply with gratitude.
Emperor Chu waved his hand dismissively.
Prime Minister Fan and several close ministers looked on from the side, feeling quite sour. They also had family members here; Your Majesty, you cannot favor one and neglect others.
Fortunately, Emperor Chu showed fairness and dispatched a few dragon guards to protect the nearby ladies.
Seeing this, Prime Minister Fan said, "Your Majesty, absolutely not, your safety is paramount. If too many dragon guards are reassigned, those scoundrels will have an opening. My family’s safety isn’t important; I willingly risk my life for the emperor."
Song Zhiyuan: "..."
The old bastard is implying me again.
He smiled and bowed to Prime Minister Fan, "Prime Minister Fan’s righteousness is admirable, I am humbled and fall short."
Come on, let’s see who’s more ironic!
The two Prime Ministers faced off, sparks flying from their eyes.
The surrounding officials were speechless; amidst an assassination scene, you’re engaged in a love-hate duel, may I ask if this is appropriate?
The two of them snorted, diverting their gaze, only to see an assassin leap to a rooftop and shout.
"You treacherous emperor, you’ve gone back on your word."
And then came the scene—they turned the sword towards their own neck, blood sprayed as they fell straight into the canal.
With a splash. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Everyone was inwardly shocked, subconsciously glancing at Emperor Chu, their feet shifting slightly but imperceptibly.
It was so cold.
Emperor Chu’s face turned two shades darker than a pot bottom, and the aura around him was as cold as ice.
