The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 275 Guess whether I'll kneel or not!
Dressed in a bright red official robe, Eunuch Sun stood outside the gate of the Golden Palace, holding a whisk in his hand. Although his posture was hunched, his imposing presence was undeniable.

"The emperor is never wrong."

He spoke coldly.

The curved blade in Jiang Jinshuang's hand was so large that it didn't even seem to match her overall figure.

To outsiders, even a woman holding that heavy scimitar would have exhausted all her strength.

But now, as Jiang Jinshuang held it in her hand, the curved blade fit snugly and obediently into her grasp, wielding a powerful and swift motion.

She stood alone on the countless blue bricks, dressed in a long red robe, and declared loudly, "Then he should not be the emperor."

"furious!"

With a cold shout, Eunuch Sun summoned a whisk in his hand. The whisk looked soft, but when he held it, it was like a sharp sword, stabbing straight at Jiang Jinshuang!
Upon seeing this, Jiang Jinshuang scoffed coldly.

She raised the scimitar high in her hand and then plunged it into the hard blue brick!

"Bang -" sound!
Jiang Jinshuang, unarmed, coldly shouted at Eunuch Sun's attacking whisk, "Come on!"

The whisk parted the long wind and pointed directly at Jiang Jinshuang's brow!

Jiang Jinshuang reached out and grabbed the flying whisk. To Sun Gonggong's astonishment, she struck him back several steps with a single palm strike!

"Well!"

Grandpa Sun clutched his chest, let out a muffled groan, and coughed up a clump of blood.

A strand of his neatly combed sideburns fell in front of his eyes. He stared wide-eyed, his brows furrowed: "You know martial arts?"

Jiang Jinshuang chuckled lightly, her eyes cold: "I've learned some."

It's more than just "some"?

Eunuch Sun was the Empress Dowager's personal attendant.

He was also an unparalleled master of the palace, yet he forced him back five steps with just one move.

The difference in martial arts skills between the two is evident.

"Impossible!" But Eunuch Sun didn't believe it. He stared intently at Jiang Jinshuang, and once again flung out his whisk, aiming at Jiang Jinshuang!
In the instant he approached Jiang Jinshuang, his other hand drew a dagger from the bottom of the whisk and stabbed it toward Jiang Jinshuang's face!
Jiang Jinshuang neither dodged nor evaded. She crossed her index and middle fingers and flicked the dagger lightly, causing it to shatter in the middle like an ice block!
Upon seeing this, Grandpa Sun's eyes widened in disbelief.

Jiang Jinshuang, dressed in fiery red, stood in the morning light like a blazing sun: "I said, I want to see the Emperor."

"Assassins! Protect the Emperor!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

Footsteps approached from not far away.

When Jiang Jinshuang looked up, she saw countless imperial guards, clad in armor and wielding spears, orderly approaching the Golden Palace and surrounding her!
"drink--"

With a low, authoritative shout, the Imperial Guards pointed their spears at Jiang Jinshuang.

Jiang Jinshuang scoffed lightly, kicked the curved sword into the air, and it landed steadily in her hand.

"Anyone who dares to advance will be killed."

She didn't care how much more blood stained her hands.

She wants justice.

She just wants justice.

The countless Imperial Guards looked at the curved blade in Jiang Jinshuang's hand, exchanging bewildered glances, and for a moment they truly dared not take a step forward.

—That's Princess Zhaoming, His Majesty's own daughter!
Standing in the crowd, Eunuch Sun's face was cold and his voice was low and hoarse: "Princess Zhaoming, allow me to remind you, if you take another step forward today, even the gods and Buddhas cannot save you."

After a pause, Eunuch Sun said coldly, "Do you really dare to risk your life?"

Jiang Jinshuang wiped the scabbard with her hand, her gaze towards Eunuch Sun cold and arrogant: "What's there to dare or not dare to do?"

"I did what I wanted to do!" "Good! Your Highness, don't regret it!" Eunuch Sun narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to signal the Imperial Guards behind him.

Upon receiving the order, the Imperial Guards, wielding their spears, thrust them toward Jiang Jinshuang!
The scimitar finally drew blood.

Since they were Wan Jin's soldiers, Jiang Jinshuang spared all of them.

Even so, blood was still splattered on her face.

Her red robe was stained a deeper crimson like a blood lotus. Jiang Jinshuang remained expressionless, and all that could be heard was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood gushing out.

Standing at a distance, Eunuch Sun watched the battle unfold before him, his fingers tightening their grip on the whisk.

Only one word came to his mind—God of Slaughter.

She is a goddess of death.

Like a fallen god devoid of emotion and flawless in his actions, every strike and every move was not for the sake of aesthetics.

—It was for the purpose of killing.

Kill with one blow.

He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he had gone to the Imperial Observatory to ask the Grand Preceptor about some things, and he had happened to see the swordsman practicing the swordsmanship of the Grand Preceptor's attendant.

The sword attendant's name was Zhengze, an orphan whom the Grand Preceptor brought back from his travels.

His swordsmanship is clean and crisp, without any hesitation or slackness.

More importantly, that kind of swordsmanship was not similar to the swordsmanship taught by his master, Zhao Yungui.

Zhao Yungui was a man who valued lineage. At that time, Eunuch Sun wondered where this Lord Zhengze had learned his swordsmanship. Although it was beautiful, it was not orthodox Taoist. If the Grand Preceptor found out, he would probably be punished.

With nothing else to do, Eunuch Sun stepped forward and offered his opinion, warning Zhengze not to show this sword technique to the Imperial Preceptor.

Upon hearing this, Zhengze smiled nonchalantly and said, "Eunuch Sun is overthinking it. This sword technique was taught to me by a friend of my master. My master knows about it and will not be angry."

At that time, Eunuch Sun was quite surprised: "I've heard that the Grand Preceptor prefers to be alone, how could he have such a close friend?"

Zhengze smiled and said, "She is indeed a close friend. My master trusts her completely, so there won't be any problems."

At the time, Eunuch Sun didn't understand; he was only surprised. But now, it seems...

That "close friend" refers to Jiang Jinshuang.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Jinshuang's blade was covered in blood, and the innermost Imperial Guards were all lying on the ground, their cries of agony filling the air.

Jiang Jinshuang stood tall and straight on the white marble bricks split by the curved blade, the blade pointing towards the tightly closed Golden Palace high above!

Five years ago, when the snowstorm shrouded the three thousand cavalrymen in black armor at Beihuai, His Majesty said—

"In our great Jin Dynasty, loyalty and righteousness will never fall, and the heroic souls will become stars, silently illuminating the mountains and rivers."

The blood droplets on the blade formed a line and dripped onto the blue bricks.

"Today, Your Majesty might as well guess whether I, Jiang Jinshuang, will fall or not, kneel or not!"

His voice was arrogant and unrestrained, resounding throughout the heavens.

She stood outside the Golden Palace, on the stone steps where she had knelt in worship three years ago.

Three years ago, she knelt down and almost broke both her legs before she could stand up again.

Today, and from now on.

She stopped kneeling.

No one can make her kneel down again.

The morning light shone on the plaque of the Golden Palace and also on Jiang Jinshuang's lonely figure.

Jiang Jinshuang held a curved sword in her hand, just like the General Ruiyang who never retreated an inch many years ago.