Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 495

Chapter 495: Chapter 139: The Ultimate Self-Destruct Troupe!

Qin Country, Luodu.

In the desolate palace, only palace lanterns flickered, dispelling the night’s chill.

In the vast palace hall, no palace maids or eunuchs were attending. The night wind swept through the walls, lifting the floor-length gauze curtains, adding a touch of melancholy to the palace.

In the hall, where the palace lanterns were most gathered, the overlapping orange-yellow candlelight created a warm atmosphere, enveloping the man in a yellow robe seated on a cushion in the center of the hall.

The man’s features were handsome, his skin pale and translucent, giving one the impression that he might shatter at any moment.

His long hair was casually tied with a hairband, cascading down his back. His closed eyes, with long and curled eyelashes, cast a shadow on his eyelids.

He sat silently, like a statue.

If not for his breathing, one might think he had already ascended to immortality.

The night wind passed through the curtains, lifting his hair and stirring his robes, giving him a sense of ’I wish to ride the wind back’.

As if he naturally belonged to loneliness and not to the bustling mortal world.

Suddenly, the wind intensified, blowing the hem of his robe laid on the ground. A black-clad figure descended from the sky, landing beside him, kneeling on one knee.

This sudden wind seemed to stir the man’s fragile breath, causing him to clutch his fist to his lips and cough violently.

The black-clad figure was startled, quickly looked up at him, and said with self-reproach, "I deserve to die!"

Calming the turbulence within, Qin Jinchen waved his hand, speaking in a calm voice, "It’s not your fault."

Even so, the black-clad figure’s eyes were still filled with self-reproach and worry.

"Master, let me take you away!" the black-clad figure pleaded again. He had lost count of how many times he had urged his master to leave this place of trouble, but each time was met with a firm refusal.

This cold palace continually eroded his master’s frail body; how could he endure this?

To his subordinate’s plea, Qin Jinchen only shook his head in refusal.

"Master!" the black-clad figure exclaimed anxiously.

"I cannot leave," Qin Jinchen refused. A hint of pain flickered in his eyes, which appeared frozen, as he sighed, "I have failed him. If I leave now, it would only worsen the situation." He could not risk his family’s safety nor let his disappearance further exacerbate the turmoil.

The current Qin Jinyang was no longer the Qin Jinyang he once knew. He had become arrogant, conceited, and insane. No one could guarantee what he would do in a fit of rage.

Qin Jinchen slowly closed his eyes, holding back the painful emotions from spilling out.

"But your health..." the black-clad figure asked worriedly.

Qin Jinchen remained as calm as ever, merely asking, "Did you bring the elixir?"

The black-clad figure immediately took out a bottle of elixir from his bosom, offering it with both hands.

Qin Jinchen’s pale and translucent fingers took the bottle from his hands, clenching it firmly in his palm, with a resolute tone, "With these elixirs, I can wait for him to return and personally atone to him."

After a moment of silence, Qin Jinchen asked, "How much time is left?"

The black-clad figure looked up, replying, "Tomorrow is the deadline. A high platform has been erected at the royal city’s gate, heavily guarded. And a team has gone from the palace to search for Princess Yong Huan’s tomb."

"Is he really daring enough to do this?! Cough, cough..." Qin Jinchen’s eyes flashed with an intense light, causing his inner energy and blood to surge.

"Master, please calm down! We’ve already sent people to protect Princess Yong Huan’s tomb. No one will disturb Princess Yong Huan," the black-clad figure quickly supported Qin Jinchen’s shaky body and explained.

Qin Jinchen took several deep breaths to stabilize his discomfort.

The black-clad figure quickly took out a pill from the bottle, feeding it to him. Using inner strength, he helped catalyze it, and only after seeing a hint of color return to Qin Jinchen’s pale face did he relax.

Qin Jinchen, having caught his breath, said to the black-clad figure, "Tell Master Gu to protect Consort Yun and Lianlian well, and leave me be."

The black-clad figure nodded vigorously, suppressing his inner worries.

Qin Jinchen clutched his chest, turning to the black-clad figure, and asked, "How is the situation in the Heavenly Prison?"

The black-clad figure replied, "We’ve already placed people in the Heavenly Prison. If anything happens, they will first rescue the Old Lord and Miss Mu. We’ve also positioned people outside the royal city gates. If the Young Lord can’t make it back in time, our people will risk their lives to rescue the Old Lord and Miss Mu. Rest assured, Master!"

Qin Jinchen closed his eyes, nodding, "I’ve wronged him once; I can’t let his family be harmed again. Remember, if things become irreparable, after rescuing the Old Lord and the others, take Consort Yun away from Qin Country. This action aims to save people; you’re no match for those three, don’t confront them directly, ensure a swift operation."

"Master, what about you?" the black-clad figure asked worriedly.

In Qin Jinchen’s plan, there was no mention of himself.

"Me?" Qin Jinchen’s lips held a faint, unreadable smile, which quickly vanished. "Don’t worry about me; just do as I say."

The black-clad figure wanted to say more, but Qin Jinchen interrupted, "Alright, it’s not safe for you to stay here long. Go back quickly."

The black-clad figure had no choice but to leave.

The palace returned to silence.

Qin Jinchen remained seated, watching the flickering flames in the palace lantern, murmuring, "I raised you to the throne, causing this catastrophe, then let me end it all and pull you down from that supreme position!"

He had already decided that after tomorrow’s events, he would perish alongside Qin Jinyang!

Qin Jinchen sat on the cushion, his body already exhausted, yet he did not move to the nearby bed to rest.

Outside, the sound of the night watch could be heard; less than three hours remained until dawn.

Suddenly, from outside the palace, a eunuch’s loud announcement resounded: "His Majesty arrives—!"

Qin Jinchen’s eyes flickered, slowly closing. His body remained still, with no intention of rising to greet.

Shedding some of his youthful immaturity, Qin Jinyang, donned in an imposing dragon robe, stepped in.

Behind him stood the imposing Imperial Army.

However, upon reaching the hall’s entrance, Qin Jinyang raised his hand, stopping the Imperial Army from following, lifting the curtain alone and entering.

Upon entering, the glow of the palace lantern enveloped him, highlighting the imperial yellow on his robe, making it shine with a golden light. The golden dragon embroidered on his robe looked even more majestic and fierce, lifelike.

Back then, the young emperor who was ever respectful to Mu Qingge, humble and disciplined, once promised that as long as Qin Country existed, so would the Mu Family, now wore an expression tinged with inevitable arrogance.

It seemed as though the world was entirely within his grasp!

As Qin Jinyang entered, he saw his imperial brother’s slender and thin back, cloaked in a wide robe, appearing ever more frail.

He walked slowly, approaching.

Circumventing Qin Jinchen, he sat down opposite him.

The light from the palace lantern fell on his face, adding a touch of ruggedness.

Qin Jinchen slowly opened his eyes, looking at him calmly. For some reason, on that refined face, he saw a trace of their father’s shadow.

The same ambition, the same... betrayal!

The most unforgivable fact was that this person was someone he personally elevated. Mu Qingge’s words still echoed in his ears. She said, anyone could be emperor, but if something went wrong, she would only hold him accountable!

Because she trusted him, not the emperor!

But how could he? He ultimately betrayed this trust.

Qin Jinchen slowly closed his eyes, seemingly unwilling to see the stranger before him anymore.

"Imperial Brother, why must you go through so much suffering?" Qin Jinyang suddenly spoke. His eyes were downcast, his eyelashes veiling the emotions within, and he spoke slowly: "After all, we are family, and the Mu Family... boastful of their accomplishments, they not only act tyrannically within the country but also meddle in royal affairs, inciting palace coups and harming Imperial Family descendants. Our Imperial Family has waned and has no choice but to submit to their oppressive power. Now that Lord Le and others are standing up for us, if we do not eliminate the Mu traitors now, when will we? Why do you remain stubbornly blind? Yang’er is still young, and he needs the guidance of his Imperial Brother. Your obstinacy only makes things difficult for Yang’er?"

Qin Jinyang’s words made Qin Jinchen reopen his eyes.

His eyes, seemingly capable of seeing through everything, stared at Qin Jinyang, reflecting the image of Qin Jinyang, whose mind was clouded by power. "Don’t forget, without the traitors you speak of, you wouldn’t have become this Emperor."

However, this remark infuriated Qin Jinyang, who stood up abruptly and swept his sleeve towards Qin Jinchen: "I am a descendant of the Imperial Family and a son of the Emperor. Even if the Emperor were still alive, I would still have a share of this throne."

Qin Jinchen slowly raised his eyes to look at him.

The unfamiliar look in his eyes was as if he did not recognize this person at all.

"The Mu Family deserves to die, Mu Xiong deserves to die, Mu Lianrong deserves to die, and Mu Qingge deserves to die even more!" Qin Jinyang spoke with a ferocious expression. "He’s only a few years older than me, why must I humble myself before him and wait upon his commands? I am the Emperor of Qin Country, and he is the servant! Qin Country belongs to the Qin Family! Not the Mu Family! He’s just relying on his high cultivation level to do as he pleases! Now, I have people around me with cultivation levels higher than his, why should I continue to fear him? Now, he should be the one kneeling to beg for mercy! I will reclaim the dignity he once trampled on!"

"You are jealous of him." Qin Jinchen calmly said.

Qin Jinyang seemed to be touched on a sore spot, retorted furiously: "Nonsense! I am a Monarch, the true son of Heaven, how could I be jealous of a traitor!"

"Wrong." Qin Jinchen slowly shook his head, lowering his gaze: "You are jealous of him and afraid of him. You’re jealous that he is merely a bit older yet enjoys such popularity, achieving great feats. The world knows of the title of the young lord of the Mu Family, even Tu Country, historically an enemy, respects and fears him. You’re jealous that he can manipulate the realm effortlessly despite his youth, dismissing power coveted by countless others. You also fear him, fear that one day your unchecked jealousy will reveal itself, resulting in the same fate as your other Imperial Brothers. You are even more afraid that one day he will be dissatisfied with you as an Emperor, pulling you down to replace you."

Qin Jinchen’s words slowly turned Qin Jinyang’s face pale.

His most hidden, feared thoughts seemed exposed before Qin Jinchen without reservation.

His Imperial Brother was still as formidable as ever.

The ferocious gleam in Qin Jinyang’s eyes was tinged with panic.

Yet Qin Jinchen continued: "Actually, the biggest mistake I ever made was recommending you to inherit the throne. I thought I understood your nature, believed you could govern Qin Country well. But I didn’t expect that human hearts change with their position. Your heart has been corrupted by power, your eyes blinded by jealousy."

Qin Jinyang sneered, his facial features still twisted: "Imperial Brother, how could you be wrong? I believe the best decision you ever made was precisely this. It is indeed only I who can govern Qin Country and even unify the entire third-class country region!" He spread his arms, as if beneath his sleeves lay the vast landscapes of the third-class countries.

"You are delusional." Qin Jinchen shattered his dream without hesitation.

"You’re wrong!" Qin Jinyang withdrew his hands, lowered his head towards him, his eyes flashing with madness: "As long as I have Lord Le and others supporting me, I can achieve it!"

Flames burned in Qin Jinyang’s eyes. Ever since he saw with his own eyes the Purple Realm Strong Person, a royal tributor, being defeated by Lord Le within just a few moves, his ambition was ignited, uncontrollable thereafter!

The Purple Realm Strong Person, the reputedly unbeatable existence, was effortlessly subdued by Lord Le. What in this world could still challenge him?

He just needed to remove the thorn in his eye, the Mu Family! Discard Mu Qingge, the stumbling block!

Qin Jinyang’s eyes flashed with a cruel, icy cold look.

In Qin Jinchen’s eyes, which were clear and distinct, appeared a hint of sympathy, reminding him: "Such strength is certainly not something you can control. In the end, you might just be making a wedding dress for someone else. A Monarch of an era, reduced to becoming a pawn in others’ hands, what a pity and shame."

"I don’t care! If I can unify the world, what does being a pawn matter?" Qin Jinyang’s eyes burned more fiercely.

He looked at Qin Jinchen, his tone icy: "Imperial Brother, out of consideration for your past assistance in helping me ascend to the throne, I came to advise you kindly. Do you think I’m really unwilling to kill you?"

Qin Jinchen’s lips curved faintly, fearless, making Qin Jinyang grit his teeth in hatred: "I’ll give you this one last chance, if you remain stubborn, tomorrow I’ll bind you and the Mu traitors together on the execution platform!"

Having said that, he angrily swept his sleeves and left.

The palace door that had been opened was shut tight again.

Outside the hall, the torches were dense, footsteps echoed, and the shadows of the Imperial Army were reflected on the doors and windows. In a moment, the palace imprisoning Qin Jinchen was heavily guarded by the Imperial Army, so strict that not even a bird could fly in.

Qin Jinchen glanced at the reflection on the window lattice, lowered his gaze without speaking.

Mocking himself inwardly, perhaps one more thing he did wrong was handing too much power over to Qin Jinyang too early. This power might also be a capital bolstering his ambition.

He sighed heavily, Qin Jinchen clutched his chest and coughed violently a few times.

After coughing, his complexion became even paler, appearing almost transparent. He silently took out a medicine bottle, poured out an elixir, and swallowed it, his spirit slightly revived.

...

Qin Jinyang angrily returned to his bedchamber; upon entering, he furiously scolded the palace maids and eunuchs inside, driving them all out.

When there was no one else around, he finally dropped his disguise.

His handsome face was clouded and sinister, his eyes filled with a mix of hatred and jealousy, and the raging anger in his chest made him have a desire to kill!

"They all look down on me! They all think I need you to secure this throne!" Qin Jinyang’s hand slammed hard on the table, the numbness in his hand was nothing compared to the hatred in his heart at that moment.

The night wind roared, blowing out the palace lamps in the hall, plunging the entire hall into darkness.

The shadow behind Qin Jinyang was like an ugly and ferocious devil, roaring with teeth and claws.

"Why is it so dark?" Suddenly, a haughty voice came from behind.

Qin Jinyang was startled, his sinister aura vanished, and his features returned to calmness, revealing a humble and polite smile. He turned around and respectfully greeted the person entering the hall: "Lord Le."

The visitor nodded arrogantly.

Behind him, those palace maids whom Qin Jinyang had previously driven out came in without being prompted, carrying fire to reignite the palace lamps extinguished by the night wind.

The brightness of the lamps dispelled the darkness and illuminated the visitor’s appearance.

His appearance was that of a middle-aged man in his thirties, with ordinary features and no outstanding traits. He could even be described as mediocre and ugly. However, there was an unparalleled arrogance in his demeanor, and the arrogance in his eyes made everyone else seem like mere ants. He was the leader among the three who had unexpectedly descended upon the Qin Country Palace this time!

"Hmm." Le Tian didn’t even glance at Qin Jinyang’s respectful demeanor, swaggering directly to sit beneath the Dragon Chair in the palace hall. Ignoring the unnatural expression on Qin Jinyang’s face, he directly asked, "Any news on that little brat from the Mu Family?"

Qin Jinyang cautiously replied, "Not yet. But rest assured, Lord Le, Mu Qingge cares deeply for his family. Now that we have his grandfather and aunt, he will show up sooner or later."

"Would he be too afraid to come?" Le Tian hesitantly frowned.

"No way!" Qin Jinyang said resolutely, "Mu Qingge is arrogant and reckless, indifferent to others. He will definitely not hide out of fear."

Le Tian nodded, his eyes suddenly narrowing, and an obscene gleam flashing in his gaze, "That Mu family girl..."

Qin Jinyang immediately understood, saying, "Mu Lianrong is strong-willed. If we were to present her to Lord Le now, she would probably resist unto death. Once we capture Mu Qingge tomorrow, I will then send her to Lord Le’s room for your command."

Le Tian discontentedly frowned.

He didn’t seem to believe that a woman could impact the bigger picture. But recalling his and Mu Lianrong’s fierce resistance when he tried to subdue her in the Heavenly Prison a few days ago, he thought another night’s wait wouldn’t hurt.

He had such a penchant, finding fiery women akin to untamed wild horses the more they resisted, the more he liked them!

Thinking of Mu Lianrong’s fierce demeanor made Le Tian’s heart itch again. He stood up and said to Qin Jinyang, "Go prepare quickly. Tomorrow morning, whether that Mu’s little brat shows up or not, I want that Mu family girl serving in my room after it’s over."

"Yes." Qin Jinyang hurriedly bowed his head and replied.

After seeing Le Tian off, Qin Jinyang retracted his obsequious expression, taking his current subservience as an endurance for the sake of tomorrow’s rise.

...

The sky gradually brightened.

On this day, the gates separating Luodu’s inner city from the outer city were lifted, allowing everyone to enter and exit freely.

Thus, just at dawn, countless citizens flooded into the inner city, entering the Imperial City’s domain, surrounding the high execution platform outside its gates until it was impenetrable.

Tens of thousands of Imperial Army soldiers circled the execution platform in several tiers, preventing the people from breaking in.

On the high city walls, tens of thousands of City Defense Army soldiers guarded strictly, securing the gate of the Imperial City so thoroughly that even a needle could not be inserted.

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