Killer Queen: Tyrant, prepare to die!

Chapter 100 (End): Your Majesty is disappointed that I am not dead? This cup is for your death!

"This...this child..."

"What's your name?"

The emperor's hoarse, trembling question was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the already tense atmosphere in the Taiji Hall.

Hundreds of gazes, burning like branding irons, were fixed on the mother and child in the center of the hall.

Holding Bao'er, Ye Huang slowly turned around, facing the throne directly.

She did not answer immediately.

She simply lowered her head and gently patted Bao'er, who seemed frightened by the stagnant atmosphere and shrank further into her arms.

Her voice was so gentle, a stark contrast to her previous tone: "Don't be afraid, my darling, Mother is here."

Then, she looked up.

Her gaze calmly met Nangong Ye's eyes, which were churning with turbulent emotions and almost bursting out of their sockets.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice clear and melodious, not loud, yet possessing a strange penetrating power, each word echoing distinctly in the deathly silent hall:

"Nangong Yue".

She paused, then added:

My nickname is Bao'er.

boom--!!!

It was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding directly in everyone's minds!

Nangong... Yue?!

The generational ranking is based on the character "玥" (yue) of the next generation after the "烨" (ye) generation in the royal family!

His surname is Nangong! His given name contains the character "玉牌序" (jade register sequence)!

Is he really... a royal heir?!

"No...impossible!!!"

A near-piercing scream suddenly shattered the frozen air!

Liu Chengzong suddenly stood up from his seat, his old face contorted with extreme shock and panic.

His finger trembled as he pointed at the child in Ye Huang's arms, then abruptly turned to the throne, his voice sharp and distorted:

"Your Majesty! Don't listen to this witch's nonsense!"

The child conceived by the deposed Empress Shen was an illegitimate child, who had already perished in the fire of the Cold Palace along with his mother, leaving no trace of his remains!

This event was witnessed by many people at the time; how could it be false?!

This wild child, who knows where he came from, must have been deliberately sought out by this witch to impersonate the imperial heir, intending to disrupt the bloodline of my royal family and wreak havoc on the court!

Their intentions are despicable! Your Majesty, please see the truth!

He shouted at the top of his lungs, as if trying to dispel the visible, terrifying resemblance with the volume of his voice.

Liu Chengming's face turned ashen. He closed his eyes briefly, knowing that his father was already in a state of panic, and these words only made things worse.

But at this moment, his heart was also filled with coldness. The child's face... was too impactful. Any argument seemed pale in the face of the ironclad facts.

Nangong Ye ignored Liu Chengzong's screams.

His entire being was captivated by those three words—

Nangong Yue.

Yue... his child, a name he personally chose back then.

It's not the cold, nameless character from the Cold Palace Chronicles.

It wasn't the emptiness he dared not call out to in his midnight dreams.

His name is Yue, and his nickname is Bao'er...

It is his treasure...

A torrent of emotions—a mixture of ecstasy, agony, regret, and near-utter panic—severely overwhelmed his last line of defense.

His body swayed almost imperceptibly, and he would have almost lost his balance if he hadn't been holding onto the imperial desk tightly.

At this moment, Ye Huang gently put Bao'er down and protected her behind her.

This subtle gesture was full of protective intent.

She looked up at Nangong Ye again, this time with a clear, icy emotion in her eyes. She spoke slowly and clearly, each word like an icicle, piercing everyone's heart:

"Your Majesty feels—"

"What should his last name be?"

What should their surname be?

The surname should be Nangong!

What else could it be?!

This is not a problem at all!

This is a declaration! A trial!

A slap in the face that brutally exposes the bloody truth to everyone!

Liu Chengzong was so speechless that his face turned purple, but he still wanted to say more.

Ye Huang no longer looked at him.

Her gaze slowly swept over the faces in the hall, some shocked, some horrified, and some thoughtful.

Finally, the image freezes on Liu Chengzong's old face, contorted with anger and fear.

Then, she did something that sent chills down everyone's spine—

She raised her hand and slowly untied the gold ring that bound her hair.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, making her porcelain-white face appear as if it were glowing with the cold luster of jade under the palace lanterns.

But this is not the end.

Her fingertips slipped through her hair, and she gently pulled it out—

She held a phoenix hairpin in her hand.

The phoenix hairpin has an antique design, with a golden phoenix holding a pearl in its mouth, and two tiny rubies inlaid in the phoenix's eyes, which shimmer with a dim light under the lamp.

Although it wasn't the most extravagant, the workmanship was extremely exquisite. More importantly... many of the old ministers and palace servants present felt that the phoenix hairpin looked vaguely familiar.

Ye Huang held the hairpin, her fingertips gently tracing a tiny crack on the hairpin that was almost imperceptible if not carefully examined.

She raised her eyes, looked at Liu Chengzong, and a very faint, cold smile curved her lips:

"Prime Minister Liu just said..."

"The deposed empress's son died young?"

Her voice suddenly turned sharp, carrying a chilling edge that pierced the soul:

"Then, Minister Liu—"

"You mean..."

She paused, each word seeming as if it had been pulled from an ice cellar and smashed onto a gold brick:

"Am I already dead?!"

!!!

This Empress?!

She called herself... "This Empress?"

Boom! ...

This time, it's a true cataclysmic event!

Everyone instantly understood why that phoenix hairpin looked familiar!

That was three years ago, when Shen Qingci was still the Empress, and it was one of the hairpins she wore most often!

It is said to be a keepsake left to her by her mother!

"You...you are...Shen..."

As if seeing a ghost, Liu Chengzong staggered backward, knocking over the table behind him, leaving cups and plates scattered everywhere.

He was completely oblivious, pointing at Ye Huang with his fingers trembling like withered leaves in the wind, his throat making gurgling sounds, but he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

Ye Huang—no, at this moment, the sharp aura of "Ye Huang," the wealthy merchant from Jiangnan, was slowly merging with something deeper and more ancient.

Her black hair was loose, and her red dress was as fiery as fire.

His eyebrows and eyes were still the same, but the deliberately feigned sharpness of a businessman had faded.

An elegance and majesty that belonged to the palace, to the empress, and to Shen Qingci, ingrained in her very being.

It was seeping out from her straight spine, her slightly raised chin, and her unfathomable eyes.

However, beneath that elegance, there was no trace of the former gentleness and timidity.

Instead, there is the coldness that comes from being tempered in the fires of hell.

It is the majesty of personally slaying enemies and ruling the country.

It is the unique and terrifying aura created by the fusion of the souls of "Night Phoenix" and "Shen Qingci"!

She stood there.

She is no longer a "commoner" who needs to prove herself or refute doubts.

She is the returning empress.

He is an avenger who has returned with his child!

In this great hall, besides the person on the throne, he is undoubtedly the other core of power!

"Shen... Shen Qingci... is it really you..."

Nangong Ye finally regained his voice, a voice that was shattered beyond recognition, filled with immense pain and unbelievable ecstasy.

He took a step forward, reached out his hand, as if wanting to touch it, yet hesitant.

"You...you're not dead...the child isn't dead either...I...I..."

What does he want to say?

An apology? A confession? A recounting of years of longing and pain?

But all his words froze in his throat under the gaze of her icy, bone-chilling eyes.

Ye Huang—Shen Qingci—did not look at him again.

She bent down, picked up the somewhat uneasy Bao'er again, and gently patted her son's back.

Then, with her free hand, she picked up the glass of wine that she hadn't finished drinking from her seat.

The white jade cup gleamed with a cool light from her fingertips.

She raised her arm, lifted her cup, and gazed at the distraught emperor on his throne.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice, clear and cold like ice water striking stone, was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

It was like the sharpest knife, piercing deeply into Nangong Ye's heart:

"His Majesty."

"This glass of wine—"

"I pay my respects to your decree from back then, which deposed the empress, took her life, confiscated her property, and exterminated her entire clan."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the ashen-faced Liu Chengzong and his son, and then over Liu Ruyan, who lay limp on the ground, almost unconscious.

Finally, the image freezes on Nangong Ye's suddenly deathly pale face.

Every word was spoken with absolute certainty:

"And to you too—"

"The date of my future death."

!!!

Death...death is imminent?!

How dare she... curse the emperor's death date in front of the entire court?!

This is insane! Absolutely insane!

However, what was even more devastating was the baby in her arms.

The little one seemed to sense the chilling resolve in his mother's words.

He hugged Ye Huang's neck tightly, turned his small face, and looked into those eyes that were exactly like Nangong Ye's, yet incredibly clear.

Looking at the unfamiliar "father" on the throne, she pouted and, in a childish but incredibly clear voice, added:

"Daddy is bad."

"You're bullying your mother."

"Bao'er doesn't like it."

The child's voice was tender and innocent.

But it became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

It became the bluntest yet sharpest stab that pierced the emperor's heart.

"puff--!"

Nangong Ye's eyes widened suddenly, his body trembled violently, and a mouthful of scalding blood gushed out without warning!

Crimson bloodstains, like poignant plum blossoms, instantly splattered all over the front of his bright yellow dragon robe, landing on the gleaming imperial desk—a shocking sight!

"His Majesty!!!"

Xuan Ying exclaimed in surprise, instantly flashing to his side and supporting his swaying body.

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!!!" The chief eunuch's shrill voice changed tone.

Chaos erupted instantly inside the hall!

The clanging of guards drawing their swords, the terrified screams of women, and the hurried rise of officials... all blended together in a chaotic cacophony.

However, at the heart of all the chaos.

That woman in red stood still as an ancient rock.

Holding Bao'er, Shen Qingci seemed oblivious to the chaos before him, to the emperor collapsing on his throne, coughing up blood, to the Liu family's ashen faces and their despair, and to the officials' panicked prostrations.

She even smiled faintly, very faintly.

That smile was cold, exquisitely beautiful, carrying an indifferent disdain for all living beings, and a chilling sense of satisfaction at the imminent avenging of a great grudge.

then.

She looked away.

Holding her child.

Turn around.

Take a step.

The fiery red dress cut through the chaotic crowd like a sharp blade cleaving through turbid waves.

His steps were steady, his back view resolute.

Without a backward glance, he walked towards the deep night outside the palace.

Inside the Taiji Hall, the emperor vomited blood, his dragon robe stained crimson. He was held tightly by his guards, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the departing figure.

Liu Xiang sat slumped, Liu Chengming was deathly pale, and Liu Ruyan had fainted.

The officials prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling with fear.

In the center of the hall, only one lamp lay silently on the ground, reflecting a cold, eerie light—

Phoenix holding a pearl in its mouth.

Assassin Queen: Tyrant, Please Die! Volume 2: Shedding the Cicada's Shell, Becoming Emperor of the Martial World (Chapters 51-100) The End

Please look forward to Volume 3: The Return of the King - The Ultimate Strategist