Killer Queen: Tyrant, prepare to die!

October 18th, noon, the battlefield at Luoyingpo.

The Emperor's Sword in Shen Qingci's hands had lost its original color.

The sword was covered in viscous blood, and each swing left a dark red afterimage in the air.

She charged at the forefront, followed by 30,000 bloodthirsty Nangong soldiers—

No, there may only be a little over 20,000 left now, but no one is backing down.

Because the Empress was at the very front.

Because His Majesty collapsed in the rear, and his fate is unknown.

"Avenge His Majesty—!!!"

The roar drowned out the war drums, the horses' hooves, and everything else.

Shen Qingci did not yell.

She simply killed in silence.

With a single sword strike, the throat of a centurion from the northern desert was pierced, and the man was raising his sword to slash at a wounded soldier who had fallen to the ground.

With a backhand motion, she sliced ​​off the leg of a cavalryman's horse, causing the centurion to fall off and have his throat crushed by her foot.

He sidestepped, dodging the incoming curved blade.

A finger flicked the pulse on the man's wrist.

The internal energy of a grandmaster penetrated the body.

The man's entire arm went limp instantly, and she snatched the curved knife from him.

He spun around and threw it, piercing the chests of three enemies behind him.

She didn't use any fancy moves.

Every strike is simple, direct, and deadly.

This is the instinct of an assassin, and also the state of a master returning to simplicity.

She broke through to the second level of the "Eternal Spring Technique," and the internal energy from Bao'er's feeding reshaped her meridians.

Now, three years have passed, and she is no longer the weak woman in the cold palace who could only break the wrists of eunuchs.

She is Ye Huang.

It is the sharpest knife on this battlefield.

She had been restraining herself from going all out.

"Your Majesty! To the northeast! The Northern Desert Central Army has moved!" a general shouted hoarsely.

Shen Qingci looked up.

The telescope was lost in the chaos of battle.

But her eyesight was excellent; three miles away, the golden wolf flag was moving backward.

Temujin was about to run away.

"Trying to run?" she sneered, picking up a hard bow from the ground, nocking an arrow, and drawing it taut.

Missed aim.

Simply by feeling, by the subtle vibrations of internal energy flowing into the arrow, by the speed and direction of the wind—

Let go.

Arrows flew like shooting stars!

At a distance of three miles, ordinary arrows would have no chance of hitting the target.

But this arrow was infused with seventy percent of her internal energy.

The arrow pierced the air with a piercing whistle.

It traced an incredible arc in the air!

"Khan, watch out—!!!"

The guards' exclamations had just begun.

The arrow has arrived!

"puff!"

The flagpole of the golden wolf flag snapped in two!

Temujin sat on his horse, watching the arrows whizz past his cheek.

Seeing Wang Qi crash down, his face turned deathly pale.

Almost.

That arrow was just a hair's breadth away from killing him.

"Retreat...retreat!!!"

He finally broke down, screaming hoarsely.

"Retreat the entire army!! Return to the royal court!!!"

The Northern Desert army, already demoralized from their prolonged siege, now faced a devastating blow when the royal flag fell.

The Khan fled, and his last shred of fighting spirit crumbled.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

---

At the same moment, in the Northern Desert Royal Court, before the golden tent.

Xiao Jue looked at the blood-stained longsword in his hand.

Then he looked at the Northern Desert Left Wise King kneeling before him.

The old fox who helped Temujin ascend the throne is now trembling with fear.

"General! The entire royal family of the Northern Desert is here!"

The lieutenant brought over a group of men, women, and children.

At the very front was an old woman dressed in a magnificent robe, who should be the Empress Dowager of the Northern Desert.

Xiao Jue didn't look at them.

He was looking at the sky.

The sky in the direction of Luoyingpo was dark red.

It has been burning for a day and a night.

"Your Majesty..." he murmured to himself, "Hold on a little longer."

"Report—!!!"

A scout tumbled and crawled towards them.

"General! Victory report from Luoying Slope! The Northern Desert army has been routed! Khan Temujin is on the run!"

Xiao Jue's spirits lifted: "Where is the Empress?!"

"Your Majesty is well! But..."

The scout paused.

"His Majesty charged into the enemy lines alone, and while protecting the Empress, he was struck by a poisoned arrow. His fate is currently unknown!"

Xiao Jue's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Pass on the order!"

He turned around abruptly.

"Leave five thousand men to guard the royal court, and the rest will immediately follow me south!"

"Respond to the Empress's call and pursue Temujin!"

"yes!"

Fifteen thousand Xuanjia soldiers surged out of the royal court like a black torrent.

Xiao Jue rushed to the front, with only one thought in his mind: faster, even faster.

---

Luoyingpo, Shenshi (3-5 PM).

The chase lasted for three hours.

The Northern Desert army fled north in disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons.

Nangong Jun pursued and killed countless enemies.

But Shen Qingci did not pursue the distant past.

She stopped in the center of the battlefield.

Several tents were temporarily set up here, and the outermost one was filled with military doctors and generals, all with solemn expressions.

Xuan Ying knelt outside the tent, his forehead touching the ground, motionless.

Shen Qingci walked over; the Emperor's Sword was still dripping blood.

"Where is His Majesty?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

Xuan Ying raised her head, her eyes red and swollen: "Your Majesty... the army doctor said that the arrow poison has entered the heart meridian, and they... are powerless to do anything about it."

Shen Qingci's fingers tightened.

She lifted the curtain and went inside.

A strong smell of blood and medicine wafted towards us.

Nangong Ye lay on a simple camp couch, his face ashen like a dead man, the arrow still lodged in his chest.

The military doctor dared not pull it out; the arrowhead had barbs, and forcibly pulling it out would tear the internal organs apart.

Several veteran military doctors knelt beside the bed.

Upon seeing Shen Qingci enter, they all kowtowed:

"Your Majesty, please forgive us! We...we truly..."

"Everyone, get out," Shen Qingci said.

The military doctors looked at each other, but still withdrew.

Only the two of them remained inside the tent.

Shen Qingci walked to the edge of the bed, squatted down, and looked at Nangong Ye's face.

His breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible.

The lips were purple, and the eyes were sunken.

Only his brow was slightly furrowed, as if he were enduring immense pain even in his unconscious state.

She reached out and lightly touched his neck pulse with her fingertips.

The pulse was weak, intermittent, and... irregular.

That wasn't weakness from excessive blood loss; it was a sign of impending death as toxins eroded the heart.

"The 'King Yama's Smile' of Xiling," she whispered.

She had heard of this poison—in the original owner's memories.

The secret recipe of Xiling has no solution.

The poisoned person will suffer severed meridians throughout their body within three days and die in agony.

The cruelest part is that the poisoned person remains conscious until the very last moment.

She took his hand.

It's very cold.

"Nangong Ye," she whispered, "you're awake, aren't you?"

no respond.

But she felt his fingertips twitch very slightly.

really.

He is still conscious, but his body cannot move.

"Listen," she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I won't let you die."

She released her grip, stood up, and walked outside the tent.

"Mysterious Shadow".

"Your subordinate is here!"

"You will return to the capital in person."

Shen Qingci took out the jade pendant that Nangong Ye had given her from her bosom.

"Go to Phoenix Nest Villa and bring Bao'er here."

It needs to be quick; it must arrive within three days.

Xuan Ying was taken aback: "Your Highness? But the journey is long..."

"Bao'er can save him." Shen Qingci interrupted, "Go."

Xuan Ying took the jade pendant, nodded emphatically, mounted his horse, and rode away in a cloud of dust.

Shen Qingci then looked at the army doctors: "Remove the arrows. Now."

"Your Majesty! No! Pulling out the arrow will surely mean death—"

"I said, pull out the arrow."

Shen Qingci's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"I will use my internal energy to protect his heart meridian. You just need to pull it out and then stop the bleeding."

A bold old military doctor gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I will come!"

Shen Qingci walked back into the tent, helped Nangong Ye up, and placed her hand on his back.

The master-level internal energy, like a gentle stream, slowly flowed into his body.

She controlled it with extreme precision, protecting her heart from being completely eroded by the toxins while also preventing them from spreading too quickly.

"Pull it out," she said.

The old army doctor's hands trembled as he grasped the arrow shaft.

Pull hard—

"Well--!!!"

Nangong Ye's body convulsed violently, and blood gushed from his chest like a fountain!

Shen Qingci unleashed her inner strength, desperately protecting his heart meridian.

At the same time, he quickly pressed several acupoints on his chest with his other hand to temporarily stop the bleeding.

"Apply the medicine! Bandage it!" she shouted sternly.

The military doctors hurriedly applied wound medicine and wrapped the wounds with gauze.

The bleeding has temporarily stopped.

But Nangong Ye's face turned even more ashen.

Shen Qingci checked his pulse—it was weaker, almost undetectable.

She closed her eyes and once again channeled her inner energy.

This time, instead of being gentle, a stream of pure "Eternal Spring Technique" true energy was forcibly transferred into his dantian.

This is her most fundamental inner strength, nurtured for three years, which has the effect of nourishing life force.

But once true energy enters the body, it's like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The toxin is too potent.

"Your Majesty..."

The old military doctor knelt down.

"We... truly did our best..."

Shen Qingci remained silent.

She simply continued channeling her inner energy, even knowing it might be in vain.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from outside the tent.

"Report! Your Majesty! General Xiao has an urgent report!"

Shen Qingci didn't even look up: "Speak."

"General Xiao has breached the Northern Desert Royal Court!"

Capture the entire royal family alive!

They are currently leading troops south to provide support and should arrive by tomorrow morning at the latest!

"And another thing! Temujin, the Khan of the Northern Desert... was trampled to death by the chaotic army during his escape!"

The tent was deathly silent.

Then, a deafening cheer erupted outside!

"We won!! We won!!!"

"The Northern Desert is dead!!!!"

Cheers erupted like a tidal wave.

But Shen Qingci sat by the couch, holding Nangong Ye's cold hand, her face devoid of any joy.

The battle was won.

The Northern Desert is gone.

But he...

She looked down at his ashen face and whispered:

"Did you hear that?"

"We won."

"So you... are not allowed to die."

Outside the tent, the setting sun casts a blood-red glow.

Inside the tent, the once arrogant man lay quietly, his breathing so weak it seemed he might stop at any moment.

The military doctors knelt on the ground, at a loss for what to do.

Shen Qingci held his hand, channeling her inner strength into him bit by bit, as if grasping at the last straw.

She is waiting.

Waiting for Bao'er to come.

Waiting for that miracle that may never even exist.