Martial Arts Master: The Lin Family Sword God, who swept through the Five Mountains and Four Sects

The thought had barely formed when a cold, icy voice rang out from behind: "Come in! An imperial decree? I won't issue one. If you want it, take it."

Lin Tian suddenly turned around, his sword energy roaring like a dragon, causing the screen to shatter and splinter.

The person behind the curtain was none other than Zhao Ji—Ying Zheng's birth mother.

But where was the majesty of an empress before her eyes? Her phoenix crown was removed, her pearls and jade were gone, leaving only a plain white undergarment, her black hair hanging down to her shoulders, her skin as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes bright, her lips pale pink, her figure slender, and she looked no more than a teenager.

Lin Tian was stunned on the spot, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets—

This script is completely ruined!

He stood there, mouth slightly agape, before finally managing to squeeze out, "...What the hell?"

Zhao Ji is indeed Zhao Ji, but her face, figure, and temperament... she looks exactly like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl!

Her almond-shaped eyes and peach-like cheeks were so tender they seemed to drip with moisture; her waist was slender and her height barely reached his chest; her face was bare except for a touch of rouge, yet she exuded a captivating charm, her innocent and charming demeanor revealing an indescribable allure.

Something's not right! When Lin Tian handed over the bamboo slip for preserving youth that day, he clearly remembered that she had a tall and imposing figure and an overwhelming aura!

A quick glance revealed a pair of crimson phoenix shoes on the ground—the soles were ridiculously thick, a full ten inches!

Lin Tian sighed deeply, his fingertips tingling: "Empress Dowager... how old are you this year?"

"I am over thirty-two years old. Does the Imperial Advisor need to check my household registration before committing murder?" she said, her voice deep and languid, with a slight rise at the end, carrying an undeniable authority.

Lin Tian choked on his breath, almost passing out—thirty-two? What a joke!

The thought of striking with the sword vanished instantly. To swing a sword at such a delicate young girl? Wouldn't my conscience hurt?!

"It's fake!" he roared, Yuan Hong landed with a thud, and he rushed forward.

Zhao Ji instinctively shrank back, thinking he was about to attack, her eyelashes trembling with fear.

The next instant, Lin Tian had her cheeks cupped in his hands, pinching and kneading them repeatedly, his face showing utter despair: "You're really not faking it? You really are just a little girl?!"

"Waaah—! Imperial Advisor! Let go of me!" She struggled in vain, her small fists raining down on his arm, kicking and thrashing, her face growing redder and redder with each struggle, her ears burning hot.

A loli-like appearance, a mature woman's voice, and the identity of a married woman... a triple combination? This setting is too bizarre!

Lin Tian finally released his grip, took a half step back, looked at her flushed cheeks and wet eyes, and let out a long sigh: "Alright, Empress Dowager, I won't kill you."

"You—how dare you be so disrespectful to me!"

She staggered backward, her chest heaving, her eyes blazing with anger as she stared at him, both shocked and terrified. Her ears turned bright red, and even her neck was flushed, as if a corner of her dignity had been torn away, leaving her utterly ashamed and indignant.

"Zheng'er... Waaah..."

A sob escaped her lips, as light as a feather, drifting through the silent hall.

Just as Zhao Ji opened her mouth to scream, Lin Tian, ​​with lightning speed, moved in front of her and slapped her mouth shut with his fingers. His brows were furrowed, his voice sharp as a knife, and he growled through gritted teeth, "If the Empress Dowager utters another sound—I'll really kill you! I'll even carve a turtle on your face with my sword, a crooked and uneven carving, specifically targeting your most prized features—your eyebrows and eyes!"

Zhao Ji was left only with rapid "woo-woo" sounds, her body stiffened, her watery eyes darted around in panic, her eyelashes trembled like frightened butterfly wings, a thin mist suddenly spread across the corners of her eyes, and tears welled up in her eyes, about to fall.

Lin Tian's heart skipped a beat—this was no Empress Dowager with absolute power over the court! She looked exactly like a terrified little girl!

Lü Buwei! Prince Yi! How exactly did you two raise your daughter?!

But in that instant, he suddenly realized something: Zhao Ji was afraid of death but not of disfigurement—she had dared to withstand even a knife to her neck, but the moment she heard that her face was to be slashed, she immediately went limp.

So that's where the weakness was!

"If you want to live, blink once!" Before Lin Tian finished speaking, Zhao Ji blinked three times in quick succession. Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, her eyes were sparkling, and there seemed to be scattered stars floating in her eyes, so clear that they were dazzling.

He cursed "pervert" under his breath before slowly releasing his grip. Zhao Ji didn't scream, but instead took several steps back, her back pressed against a pillar, her fingertips turning white.

"Empress Dowager, draft an imperial edict for me," Lin Tian said.

"The phoenix crown has been removed, the wedding robes have been taken off, I am no longer the Empress Dowager—I refuse to obey the imperial decree." Her voice was strained, but she straightened her neck.

"Not the Empress Dowager? Then wear it!" Lin Tian stepped forward.

"No... What are you doing? Zheng—!" She finally panicked, and before she could even open her lips, Lin Tian's fingers struck her throat acupoint with lightning speed. She immediately lost her voice, her limbs stiffened, and she couldn't even move her eyes.

Lin Tian deftly produced the phoenix crown, wedding robe, gold hairpin, and jade pendant, placing them one by one in front of her. Zhao Ji's pupils constricted as she watched him lift the phoenix crown and steadily fasten it to her hair—he didn't bother with the other jewelry, only straightening the red gold and jewel-encrusted phoenix crown, its tassels cascading down, still exuding its former glory.

He summoned Yuanhong, its tip lightly touching her earlobe: "If you don't behave, I'll strip you naked and throw you into an anthill, first carve a turtle on your face, then a centipede, and finally burn it full of honeycomb!"

Zhao Ji's shoulders trembled, and tears "plop" fell to the ground. Lin Tian's temples throbbed with veins, and he roared inwardly: I'm really not a pervert!

He released the pressure points on her limbs, but sealed the point that made her mute. As soon as Zhao Ji could move, she turned and rushed towards the palace gate, only to be pulled back by him like a chick. She opened her mouth wide and screamed desperately, but her throat felt like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and not a sound could be squeezed out.

She finally collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Lin Tian sheathed his sword and knelt down, scratching the back of his head: "Your son will one day sweep across the land and pacify the eight wastelands... As a mother, enduring this for now is worth it!"

Seeing her crying harder and harder, her little face scrunched up, Lin Tian's heart softened. He redeemed a white card from the system, crushed it—and there lay a piece of chocolate in his palm.

He tore open the foil, not bothering with formalities, and stuffed it directly into her slightly parted lips.

Zhao Ji froze, then subconsciously chewed twice. A rich, slightly bitter sweetness rose on her tongue. Her eyes slowly widened, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, but she forgot to continue crying.

Lin Tian stared at her lips, which were still covered in icing, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Don't worry, it's a local product from my hometown, not poison. Like it? Here's another piece—but you're not allowed to cry, understand?"

Zhao Ji suddenly stood up, and Lin Tian instinctively reached out to stop her, but she walked straight to the inner room. A moment later, she came out carrying a scroll of plain bamboo slips, picked up a writing knife, knelt down in front of the table, and began to carve characters, with bamboo shavings falling in a soft rustling sound.

A few breaths later, she raised the bamboo slip high, on which two lines of small seal script were clearly engraved: "I want to speak."

Lin Tian stared at her intently for a while—her expression was calm, her breathing was even, and although the tear stains in her eyes were not yet dry, she showed no fear.

He raised his hand, his fingertips brushing against the side of her neck, giving it a gentle touch.

"Speak."

"ah?!"

Zhao Ji's throat trembled slightly, and she actually uttered a sound. Her fingertips paused slightly, and a glint of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

She looked up at Lin Tian, ​​who was also staring at her—the two of them stared at each other in silence for a long time, until even the candlelight flickered.

"Is there any more of that candy?!" Zhao Ji asked urgently, her voice still slightly hoarse from speaking for the first time.

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow and smiled, flipping his palm to reveal several plain white cards; then with a casual flick of his wrist, dozens of bags of chocolates rained down into her arms.

Zhao Ji grabbed a packet and was about to tear it open when Lin Tian swiftly grabbed her wrist: "Wait!"

"You won't give it to me? Then you can forget about this imperial decree! Besides—you just touched my hand, which was disrespectful! I'll summon Zheng'er to punish you right now!" Her eyebrows furrowed, and her tone was stern.

"Flirtatious?" Lin Tian almost laughed out loud—the exquisitely beautiful girl in front of him looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old; he wasn't that crazy.

He didn't reply, but instead unwrapped a bag of chocolates, deftly tore open the foil, and handed her the soft filling wrapped in the inner sugar coating. He said helplessly, "You're like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, you have to open this thing like this—you can't chew the outer layer, you just gnawed on the wrapper." After saying that, he stuffed the unwrapped candy into her hand, got up, and walked towards the palace gate.