The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The heavy, copper-clad wooden doors of Zhaoyang Hall are right there.

A fierce killing intent surged in Su Zhen's deep eyes.

He raised his right leg, which was clad in a black dragon boot, and his inner energy circulated wildly within his dantian.

I'm ready to kick this door down and go in to chop that damned old hag into mincemeat.

How dare they bully his precious daughter whom he just adopted?

They're tired of living!

Just when the sole of his shoe was still half an inch away from the door panel.

The familiar, crisp sound, brimming with barely suppressed excitement, exploded in his mind.

【Oh ho? The old hag has come to deliver her head!】

[I just concocted a "Smiling Half-Step Madness" in my spatial storage!]

[We're just worried about not finding suitable guinea pigs to test the drugs in this deep palace!]

[Someone actually went out of their way to offer themselves up as a sacrifice? What kind of incredibly philanthropic person is this?!]

Su Zhen's right leg, which had been carrying the force of a thunderbolt, froze in mid-air.

A half-step madman with a smile?

What kind of strange and unusual poison is this, one that I have never heard of or seen before?

He silently withdrew his foot and stepped back onto the ground.

The overwhelming rage and cold killing intent on Su Zhen's face vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

His face showed an indescribable sense of anticipation and a hint of schadenfreude.

He turned his head and glared fiercely at the guards behind him who were preparing to draw their swords.

"Go, bring me a small stool. Be quiet, or I'll chop anyone who makes a sound."

The newly appointed chief eunuch was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground, and he didn't dare to utter a single word.

He scrambled to the corner and brought back a finely crafted wooden folding stool.

The eternal tyrant of the Great Abyss Kingdom, a ruthless emperor who struck fear into the hearts of the entire world.

Very obediently, he plopped down on the windowsill of his daughter's bedroom.

Carefully, a hole was poked in the expensive Korean window paper.

Su Zhen squinted one eye, leaned closer to the small hole, and eagerly prepared to watch a good show.

The atmosphere inside Zhaoyang Palace was oppressively icy.

Granny Gui's rough hands pressed firmly on Su Yaoyao's tender shoulders.

Consort Jing sat gracefully on a large carved huanghuali wood chair next to her.

Holding a freshly brewed cup of pre-Qingming Longjing tea, I blew away the rising steam.

"Your Highness, please don't blame me for being too harsh on you."

Consort Jing's voice was soft and melodious.

"The royal family values ​​rules and etiquette the most. You grew up among the common people and have picked up a lot of vulgar and crude manners."

"If we don't properly learn the etiquette of kneeling and kowtowing, how will we face the ancestors of the Great Abyss Kingdom in the future?"

"How can we possibly repay His Majesty's immense grace in bringing you back to the palace?"

"I did all this for your own good, so please understand my good intentions."

Consort Jing took a small sip of tea, a mocking and smug smirk playing on her lips.

The palace maids and eunuchs around them exchanged knowing glances.

In the depths of the palace, moral blackmail is always the sharpest and most bloodless weapon.

Once the two mountains of rules and ancestors are invoked, even the emperor has to give way.

What's more, a country girl with no connections whatsoever?

Seeing this, Granny Gui tensed the muscles in her arms and increased the force in her hands, trying to force the little girl's knees to slam into the gold bricks.

But to everyone's surprise, Su Yaoyao's seemingly delicate body wriggled like an eel.

Using the most advanced close-combat footwork of the interstellar era, he slipped out from under Granny Gui's grasp.

Granny Gui exerted too much force and lost her balance.

The obese, heavy body lurched forward, nearly falling flat on its face.

"How dare you! You dare to dodge!"

Upon seeing this, Consort Jing slammed her teacup on the table, her face darkening.

"Disrespectful to elders! Granny Gui, teach her a lesson she won't forget!"

Su Yaoyao stood alone in the center of the hall, her head bowed.

Her thin shoulders began to tremble slightly.

Everyone thought that she was truly terrified and cried because of the Imperial Concubine's fury.

Su Yaoyao raised her head, her long black hair swinging violently with the movement.

Her once delicate and harmless face was now twisted and deformed!

She rolled her eyes upwards, revealing a large expanse of terrifying whites, and stared at the ceiling.

Then, she opened her mouth and let out a sharp, piercing, and irrational scream.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

Like the mournful wailing of a ghost in the dead of night.

Granny Gui, who had just regained her footing, was so frightened by the sudden ghostly scream that she took three steps back.

Consort Jing's hand trembled, and the scalding tea spilled onto her magnificent peony palace dress.

"Are you trying to morally blackmail me?!"

Su Yaoyao screamed wildly, her facial muscles twitching exaggeratedly from the effort.

She stretched out her two little hands and frantically scratched her hair, turning it into a mess.

"Ah! I have no morals! You can't hold me hostage!!!"

She jumped and hopped around like a madwoman, stomping her feet on the gold bricks with a deafening roar.

"Rules? What bullshit rules! I am the rule!"

"You want me to kneel? Believe me, I'll kneel down right now at your ancestral graves!"

"Aaaaah! Ghosts! I saw the late Emperor with the Black and White Impermanence coming to take your lives!"

She danced wildly, her movements exaggerated to the extreme, looking just like a madwoman possessed by evil spirits.

The Zhaoyang Palace fell into a deathly silence.

Ahhhh, a serious mental patient escapes from a mental hospital!

Consort Jing's well-maintained face turned deathly pale.

All the carefully maintained dignity and nobility crumbled into pieces in the face of Su Yaoyao's madness.

"He's insane! This bastard is a madman!"

Consort Jing pointed at Su Yaoyao, her fingers, adorned with pure gold nail guards, trembling violently, her voice filled with panic.

"Quick! Hold her down! Gag her! Don't let her scream!"

Granny Gui and several burly palace maids gritted their teeth and charged forward.

They spread their arms, trying to subdue the crazed little girl with sheer numbers.

But Su Yaoyao didn't take a step back; instead, she stopped screaming.

He lowered his head and let out a chilling, low laugh.

Facing the oncoming palace maids, Su Yaoyao, like a maddened young beast, charged straight at them.

With his formidable physical abilities, he unleashed a speed that was completely beyond the reach of a child.

She bypassed Granny Gui like the wind and rushed to Consort Jing's seat.

Su Yaoyao stretched out her two small hands and gripped the edge of the heavy rosewood tea table in front of Consort Jing tightly.

"Screw your palace rules!"

Su Yaoyao roared, and her arm erupted with astonishingly terrifying power.

She flipped it upwards, sending the entire heavy tea table flying into the air!

"Splash!"

The tea was piping hot, the teaware was exquisite, and there were several plates of beautiful pastries.

It scattered in mid-air, turning into a chaotic downpour that rained down on Consort Jing.

Consort Jing screamed in terror, frantically raising her arms to cover her face.

Amidst the flying tea and shards of porcelain.

Su Yaoyao's small hand, hidden in the wide sleeves of her robe, flicked lightly without making a sound.

The colorless and odorless fine powder dissolves into the air.

The strong wind generated by the overturned tea table sprayed towards Consort Jing, Granny Gui, and the surrounding palace maids.

The medication takes effect immediately!