Chapter 175: Disposal (1)
In the room, Jun Wuxie rinsed her mouth seven or eight times, but failed to dispel the bloody smell in her throat. She sat by the table and looked at the little black cat struggling on the table. Concern arises.
She raised her hand and stroked the black cat's fur as usual.
"Stay through."
The black cat didn't know how long it had been struggling. It only remembered that the huge golden lion was torn apart bit by bit. In the dark, it was scarred and exhausted, and fell into nothingness. It seemed to hear a voice, familiar extreme.
"Meow."
Jun Wuxie woke up from her sleep, and the first time she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar little black cat, rubbing against her face.
"Why are you sleeping here?" The black cat blinked and looked at Jun Wuxie. As soon as it woke up, it saw Jun Wuxie lying on the table and falling asleep.
Jun Wuxie sat up, and didn't rush to answer the black cat's question. She looked it up and down, and found that there was a golden fur on the black cat's chest, and that golden streak was like a chain embedded in the black fur.
The black cat tilted its head, and followed Jun Wuxie's line of sight to paw at its fur, only then did it see the golden trace.
"Uh, why does this look so much like that big guy?" the black cat muttered.
"How do you feel now?" Jun Wuxie asked.
"Refreshing! That stupid lion somehow ran into my dream, and I ate it again, haha." The little black cat raised its head proudly, as if the golden brand on its chest was a hero badge.
Jun Wuxie stretched out her hand and rubbed its little head, and then let go of the heart hanging in the air.
The black cat didn't feel any other changes in himself, so he didn't think much about it.
Two days later, the crown prince Mo Qianyuan ascended the throne, and the whole country celebrated with joy. The new emperor ascended the throne, amnesty the world, and released all those with lesser crimes from the prison.
On the first day of his ascension to the throne, Mo Qianyuan reformed the system of the court, drove out a group of moths who were corrupt and accepting bribes from their positions, and promoted another young man from a poor family.
The new emperor's appointment of officials does not value birth or family background, but only uses his own ability as the criterion, making him more popular among the people.
While the whole country was celebrating, a embarrassed figure was dragged by two Ruilin soldiers and stood in the corner of the court hall, watching Mo Qianyuan wearing a dragon robe sitting on the throne and pointing the country.
"Is this scene any good?" Jun Wuxie came out from the shadows and looked at the ashen-faced old man.
The first emperor's face was pale, his eyes were full of despair, the throne he had been carefully protecting was now taken by his son whom he hated, and he himself was forced by the Ruilin army to watch the whole enthronement process.
Jun Wuxie's silver needle pierced his eyes, but it didn't make him blind, instead it made him have to keep his eyes open all the time. Even if he didn't want to look, the silver needle in his eyes made him unable to close his eyes.
Jun Wuxie wanted him to watch with his own eyes that his most important emperor position was taken away by his shameless son!
From a king over ten thousand people to a prisoner, the shock caused the first emperor to grow a head of white hair in just a few days, and he looked as if he had aged several decades.
"Jun Wuxie, the winner is the king and the loser, I'm defeated by you, admit it! But don't be too complacent, since Mo Qianyuan can sit on the matter of killing his father and seizing the throne, how can he tolerate you when he ascends the throne?" King Lin's mansion is big!" The late emperor stared at Jun Wuxie viciously, he knew exactly how capable Mo Qianyuan was.