Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 238 Song Zhe, I'm going to kill you (1)

Song Yan had long wanted to experience the thrill of having five hundred axemen hidden around him, smashing a wine glass and rushing out to chop his target into mincemeat. Although there were many other ways to send a signal, this was just a small, perverse pleasure in Song Yan's heart that most people couldn't understand.

Although he broke a wine bowl, we don't need to worry about those details.

When the wine bowl shattered, a hint of smugness even appeared on Song Yan's face as he waited for Lei Yi and Luo Tianyang to lead the black-armored soldiers to surge in from the outside.

Time passed by second by second.

The outside is exactly the same as before, with no difference whatsoever.

The smugness on his face was starting to crumble; perhaps he'd drunk too much, because his face was all red.

The sound of the wine bowl shattering startled Wu Gulun, who stared wide-eyed, slightly drunk, at Song Yan: "Oh, my good brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Drunk?"

"Hahaha, your alcohol tolerance is really too low. Our Jurchen warriors would not be in such a sorry state."

Wugulun picked up the wine bowl in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. He even proudly showed Song Yan the empty bowl before raising his sleeve to wipe the wine stains off his beard.

Seemingly feeling that this wasn't enough, he picked up the wine jar and gulped down another mouthful.

Even Song Yan had to admire the way he drank so heartily. This guy's alcohol tolerance was truly extraordinary. Although the alcohol content wasn't high, he was still an old man, and he had already downed two jars. Yet, despite his flushed face, he showed no signs of getting drunk.

Even more strangely, although some special ingredients were added to the wine, so much time has passed and there has been no sign of this guy fainting, falling asleep, or having a stomachache. Could it be that the wine jar has leaked?
Song Yan felt a little strange. He shook his head to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind, picked up another wine bowl, and as if by accident, his hand trembled, and the wine bowl shattered on the ground again.

Wu Gu Lun Ji Lie chuckled, "Weak Central Plains people."

Ceramics are quite expensive in the tribe, so he felt a little distressed.

However, compared to feeling sorry for the goods, Wugulun Jilie was more interested in the remaining goods on the carriage. Previously, he had been too afraid of the Great Jilie Khan's brutality to have too many thoughts, but now, as if stimulated by alcohol, some ideas in his mind became more vigorous: "My good brother, can you tell me what exactly my Great Jilie Khan wants this time? Why are you all so cautious?"

He felt that Song Yan was already drunk, and that he would reveal something in this state.

Song Yan grinned, his initial smugness turning into embarrassment and then into rage. He couldn't wait any longer. He picked up the wine jar and swayed as he walked towards Wu Gulun Jilie. This foolish old man actually called himself "brother"... Two of Song Yan's brothers had already died, and each death was more tragic than the last.

Wu Gulun was overjoyed, but then he felt a headache coming on and even felt nauseous.

This batch of liquor seems to be stronger than the previous ones.

Of course, they really enjoy this kind of food when it's freezing cold.

He shook his head vigorously to suppress the strange feeling, and just then Song Yan walked up to him, looking down at him.

This attitude displeased Wugulun Jilie.

He still preferred the obsequious manner of the previous wedding envoy, who practically knelt down to lick his boots. However, considering Song Zhe had sent an extra cartload of fine wine, he was willing to be lenient. But if the other party continued to be so impolite, he wouldn't mind letting this foolish young man understand whose territory this really was.

“Song Zhe, you’ve gone too far.” Wu Gulun said in a hoarse, extremely cold voice.

Song Yan grinned: "You just said you were my brother?"

Wu Gulun was taken aback, seemingly not understanding what the problem was. Don't people from the Central Plains like to address each other as brothers when they have a good relationship?
Song Yan's smile deepened: "Do you know that being my older brother won't end well?"

The smile on his face suddenly vanished, his eyes turned icy cold, and his right hand, which had been raised high without his noticing, suddenly slammed down on Wugulun's head with a whoosh.

There was no time to dodge.

Snapped!
A crisp sound exploded instantly on Wugulun's head.

The fragments of the earthenware jar, along with the remaining wine inside, mixed with blood, rolled down Wugulun's head in a fit of rage.

"Song Zhe, how dare you..."

Wugulun suddenly flew into a rage, slamming his hand on the table. Though old, his still robust body stood up abruptly. He was soaking wet and somewhat disheveled, but his angry glare was still quite intimidating.

A calloused right hand reached out towards Song Yan's neck.

kill him!

kill him!

kill him!

A violent killing intent surged within Wugulun's heart. He no longer cared about his status as a wedding envoy, nor did he care about the sentiment behind that cart of wine.

This foolish man from the Central Plains seems to have forgotten his own identity.

They forgot about the Jurchen's power.

He had forgotten the carnage that littered Pingyang Prefecture. He would use the fear of death to remind the boy of his past nightmares, to make him realize that the people of the Central Plains were nothing more than a pack of groveling dogs before the Jurchens.

Even... just two-legged sheep that can be used to fill their stomachs!
Just as the slap was about to touch Song Yan's neck, Wu Gulun suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation in his chest, his mind went blank, and his body seemed to lose control for a moment. He stood up but then sat down on the ground again.

A dull ache lingered in my skull, and my abdomen churned violently, accompanied by retching sounds.

It's confirmed, it's cephalosporin mixed with alcohol.

Facial flushing, headache, palpitations, and vomiting are symptoms of cephalosporin combined with alcohol.

This is only a mild case. If it is not treated in time, it will soon lead to difficulty breathing, chest pain, a sharp drop in blood pressure, shock, and even death.

At this moment, Wugulun finally realized what was happening. He stared at Song Yan with disbelief: "You, you poisoned the wine?"

How can this be?

How could these cowardly people from the Central Plains have such courage?
Wugulun thought this way, but he forgot that in the Central Plains there were not only good-for-nothings like Qian Yaozu, but also generals like Dou Xian and Liang Youde who fought to the death, and warriors who defended the border to the death, sacrificing every last soldier.

Those people's lives will be repaid with your blood.

A dagger slid down his sleeve, landed in his palm, and then plunged into Wugulun's extremely painful chest with a soft thud. Although he could have waited for the old man to die from the poison, how could that compare to the satisfaction of taking matters into his own hands?

“Song Zhe…”

The excruciating pain contorted Wugulun's face, and his gaping mouth was filled with blood.

Unmoved, Song Yan suddenly drew his dagger and plunged it into Wu Gulun's extremely painful shoulder.

A knife.

Two knives.

Three swords...

Song Yan didn't know how many times he had stabbed him, only that the spurting blood had stained the table in front of him crimson, and even his pure white robe was covered in countless bright plum blossoms.

"Song Zhe...I'm going to kill you!"

With a final, piercing roar, Wugulun's extremely fierce body collapsed heavily to the ground, lifeless, his chest and shoulders riddled with holes.

died.

Song Yan pursed her lips, completely unfazed.

What does your killing of Song Zhe have to do with me, Song Yan?
……

Outside the tribe.

Under the bright moonlight, two thousand black-armored soldiers stood in neat rows, waiting silently in the cold wind.

Lei Yi frowned. They agreed to use smashing the cup as a signal, so why hadn't anything happened yet?

Could it be that the general drank too much inside?

So what's the next step?
"What are you waiting for?" Hua Lianyue asked curiously.

A cold wind blew by, and although the Grandmaster didn't particularly care about the temperature outside, he still subconsciously tightened his clothes, as if it were an instinctive habit.

She still preferred to stay by Song Yan's side. Although there was no real affection between them now, and it was more like a transaction, he was still her first man, and probably her only man. There was still a special feeling between them, so she hoped to get along better with Song Yan, like a normal married couple.

As the saying goes, familiarity breeds fondness; over time, things will always change.

"Wait for the general's signal," Lei Yi said with a sigh.

"What signal?"

"Smashing the cup is the signal."

Hua Lianyue slapped her forehead. She looked at Lei Yi, then at the royal tent in the distance. "Are you all idiots?"

Didn't they consider that the royal tent was so far from the outside? There were also many Manchus in between, some snoring loudly, others groaning in pain... Unless they were extremely skilled martial artists, how could they possibly hear such a tiny sound?

Hua Lianyue let out a heavy sigh:

"He fell..."

"It was smashed three times, one of which was a wine jar!"

(End of this chapter)