Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497: Chapter 141: Regicide—So What?

"How should I repay you, Your Majesty?"

Mu Qingge’s voice, cold as ice, descended from the heavens.

Qin Jinyang felt as though he was in an ice cave, his blood freezing entirely.

"No... don’t kill me... don’t..." At this moment, Qin Jinyang cried helplessly like a child, pleading bitterly.

He lay at Mu Qingge’s feet, reaching out with both hands, clutching tightly at her boots, weeping bitterly.

"I beg you, don’t kill me. Whatever you want, I will give it to you!" Qin Jinyang raised his tear-streaked face. He was truly afraid; he had witnessed three peerless experts of the Purple Realm die at Mu Qingge’s hands, witnessed her coldness, witnessed her madness.

"What do you have to trade with me?" Mu Qingge lowered her eyes, her cold gaze falling upon him. Her words were full of biting sarcasm.

Qin Jinyang was stunned, speechless as he looked at her.

The eyes, once veiled by madness and jealousy, now reflected only pleading and fear.

Mu Qingge sneered, "You said something very true. This throne was a gift from me. Even the throne depends on my charity; what else can you exchange with me for?"

Qin Jinyang’s lips trembled, the color drained swiftly from his skin.

Mu Qingge’s words left him without a retort.

He was the ruler of a nation, yet he had nothing!

Footsteps resounded from the city tower.

Mu Qingge did not look, but Qin Jinyang turned to see.

He saw Mu Xiong in prisoner’s garb, saw the people of the Shao Family, and also saw his imperial brother who helped him ascend to the throne—Qin Jinchen.

Upon seeing Qin Jinchen, hope rekindled in his eyes, and he rushed over desperately, shouting hoarsely: "Imperial Brother, save me—! Save me, Imperial Brother!"

Mu Qingge watched him calmly, not stopping him, allowing him to crawl and stumble over to Qin Jinchen, clutching his legs.

Qin Jinchen staggered slightly from the impact, causing the Hidden Guards behind him to tense up, weapons pointed at Qin Jinyang.

But Qin Jinyang seemed oblivious, only hugging Qin Jinchen’s legs tightly and crying loudly. "Imperial Brother, Yang’er is still young. Yang’er has just come of age! Yang’er was foolish and made mistakes. Please forgive me, Imperial Brother. I won’t be the Emperor anymore; let me just be an ordinary person, alright? Imperial Brother, please help me."

By then, those related to Mu Qingge had mostly ascended the city tower.

Below the Imperial City, only the Dragon Tooth Guards maintained order.

Among the three Le’s, two were dead and one injured. The injured one was barely hanging on, all thanks to Zhu Ling administering low-rank elixirs under Mu Qingge’s orders.

Why use only low-rank elixirs?

Sorry, but Mu Qingge was not generous enough to use good elixirs on enemies. Feeding low-rank elixirs bit by bit sufficed to keep them alive temporarily.

Han Caicai leaned against the city tower’s pillar, arms crossed, fox-like eyes half-closed watching the drama unfold. Occasionally, his gaze lingered on the figure of Gu Ya, who stood low-key and reclusive behind Mu Xiong.

Seemingly, he was trying to guess his identity.

Throughout the city tower, the only sound was Qin Jinyang’s pleas to Qin Jinchen.

Shao Fatty squeezed next to Mu Qingge, resentfully saying, "Boss, this kid is nothing but ungrateful; he’s a treacherous snake. You can’t go soft!"

Mu Qingge glanced at him, saying nothing. She used her peripheral vision to glance at the whip marks behind Fatty and found that, besides the residual bloodstains, the wounds had already scabbed over and started healing.

This was a side effect of taking the Genetic Transformation Agent, which accelerated wound healing with telomerase in the body.

"I can’t save you," Qin Jinchen said calmly. His voice carried no discernible emotion.

Qin Jinyang looked up at him in disbelief, loudly saying, "Imperial Brother, I am your only brother left! Are you truly willing to watch me die? To see the Imperial Family’s bloodline wither?"

Qin Jinchen slowly raised his eyes to look at Mu Qingge.

In those clear, deep-pool-like eyes, Mu Qingge saw, as if for the first time, a faint frown.

She was not the only one frowning; Han Caicai was too. He disliked the look the sickly prince gave Mu Qingge, and he disliked the near-imperceptible rapport and trust between them even more.

’Could it be that this sickly prince intends to plead with Mu Qingge?’ Han Caicai thought while eyeing Qin Jinchen.

After guessing his intentions, Han Caicai smiled instead.

From what he understood about Mu Qingge, if the Regent King of Qin Country truly pleaded, their friendship would likely end.

With a malicious grin, Han Caicai decided to continue watching the show.

"He’s at your disposal."

What!

Han Caicai’s fox-like eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Qin Jinchen. ’How is this different from what I expected?’

Having said this, Qin Jinchen’s words left Qin Jinyang shocked, causing him to release the grip on his leg.

His imperial brother had abandoned him...

After speaking, Qin Jinchen turned away, prepared to leave.

Hua Yue glanced at her master and, seeing Mu Qingge’s cold face, silent and unspeaking, quickly asked, "Where is the Regent King going?"

Qin Jinchen stopped, his tone cold as he replied, "There are many affairs in the palace that need attending to."

"Imperial Brother! Are you truly so cold and heartless?" Qin Jinyang shouted intensely.

It seemed to be his dying struggle.

Yet, Qin Jinchen remained unmoved. Qin Jinyang’s words made him take a deep breath and say softly, "Yang’er, you are of age; when you err, you must take responsibility."

Qin Jinyang’s eyes widened with panic, and he crawled a few paces, crying out, "Yang’er knows, Yang’er knows my mistake. I am willing to admit my wrongs, willing to be responsible, but I do not want to die!"

Qin Jinchen pressed his lips together, turning away to leave the city tower.

He was like a cloud; his departure stripped Qin Jinyang of any remaining hope.

"Hmph, when you killed, did you ever think such a day would come?" Shao Fatty sneered, flexing his hands eagerly.

Qin Jinyang sat despondently on the ground, his Dragon Robe filthy beyond recognition. The Dragon Crown atop his head was askew. Hearing Shao Fatty’s words, he suddenly shouted, "No! They forced me! Those people forced me! They are so powerful, I had to obey!"

He pointed to the severed head of the effeminate man, screaming uncontrollably.

"Bah!" Shao Fatty spat disdainfully onto the floor, "Young Master looks down on you!"

Qin Jinyang trembled, his gaze lowered, his hands clenched fiercely against the floor, enduring the humiliation in his heart. He may look down on himself, but to save his life... if he survived this disgrace today, he would repay it a thousandfold in the future!

"Qin Jinyang," Mu Qingge suddenly called out softly.

Qin Jinyang immediately raised his head, crawling towards Mu Qingge like a dog, looking up pleadingly, "Yang’er is here."

Mu Qingge gazed down at him, her clear eyes serene and unperturbed. At this moment, Qin Jinyang seemed as he did when he first saw him at the Mu Family, humble and obedient.

But alas, it was all just a clumsy facade.

"Your acting is really terrible," Mu Qingge said.

Qin Jinyang paused, the ingratiating expression on his face stiffening slightly, "Yang’er doesn’t understand."

Mu Qingge laughed coldly, indifferent, saying, "Whether you understand or not, it no longer matters." She looked towards the high execution platform below the city tower, her eyes glinting with cold light. "Since it’s already set up, wouldn’t it be a waste not to use it?"

Qin Jinyang didn’t grasp the meaning of her words until he heard her suddenly say, "Take him to the platform."

At her command, Dragon Tooth Guards immediately stepped forward, dragging the dazed Qin Jinyang down.

It was only halfway through being dragged that Qin Jinyang snapped out of his daze, struggling desperately, shouting, "No! You can’t kill me! This is regicide! A crime of the utmost treason!"

"Regicide? Treason?" Mu Qingge’s lips curled into a sardonic smile, her eyes icy as the frost of mid-winter.

"Kill him!"

"Kill this dog emperor!"

"Kill him! Our Qin Country wants no such emperor!"

"Kill him—!"

"Kill him—!"

"Kill him—!"

Under the Imperial City, the citizens who were reluctant to leave, upon seeing Qin Jinyang being dragged onto the execution platform, immediately began to shout excitedly.

Qin Jinyang was utterly flustered. Upon seeing the gleaming guillotine on the execution platform, he felt completely weak and cold all over. "No, you cannot kill me! I am the Emperor! The monarch of this country!"

However, his voice was drowned out by the ever-growing voices of the people, like a tidal wave.

The cries of the people spread from the Imperial City, rapidly expanding like ripples to every corner of Luodu.

Even the Thousand Fierce Army, ordered to seize Luodu City gate, heard this thunderous roar.

The leader of the Thousand Fierce Army suddenly raised his long halberd and shouted, "The Monarch is unjust, regards the people as pigs and dogs, harms the loyal ministers, deserves death!"

The deputy at his side immediately responded—

"The Monarch is unjust, regards the people as pigs and dogs, harms the loyal ministers, deserves death!"

"The Monarch is unjust, regards the people as pigs and dogs, harms the loyal ministers, deserves death!"

"The Monarch is unjust, regards the people as pigs and dogs, harms the loyal ministers, deserves death!"

The voice spread, and all the soldiers of the hundred thousand Thousand Fierce Army brandished their weapons, shouting in unison, "Deserves death!"

"Deserves death!"

"Deserves death!"

"Deserves death!"

The captured city gate guards gathered together, squatting on the ground, listening to these accusations, silently looking at each other.

Gradually, they were also infected, slowly standing up, raising their fists high, and shouting, "Deserves death!"

At this time, the hundred thousand Mu Family Army camped outside the city hurried over, just in time to hear this shocking sound. Many of the steeds of the officers were terrified, neighing incessantly.

"What happened? Who are they going to execute?" Deputy Xiong reined in his horse and asked in surprise.

The scouts immediately reported back, quickly recounting the events happening in the Imperial City, making Deputy Xiong and others’ blood boil.

"Damn it! We still arrived a step too late!" a deputy said regretfully.

Another snorted coldly, "That damn Emperor! He deliberately maneuvered us away with drills and sealed the information, trapping us to prevent us from rescuing the old general. It’s audacious! Truly deserves death!"

Someone sneered, "He probably didn’t expect that instead of trapping us, he ended up losing twenty-odd legions of his own."

Deputy Xiong listened in silence, his eyes suddenly narrowing, and also shouted loudly, "The Monarch is unjust, regards the people as pigs and dogs, harms the loyal ministers, deserves death!"

With him leading, the Mu Family Army that had arrived also began chanting the slogan ’The Monarch deserves death’.

These voices converged into a single line, making the whole of Luodu’s sky echo like thunder, as if Heaven’s wrath, with the sound of regicide reverberating everywhere.

Qin Jinyang collapsed on the ground, surrounded by these sound waves.

Perhaps he never thought that today would end like this. He thought he would be today’s victor and even prepared a victory feast in the palace ahead of time!

But to his surprise, the banquet in the palace that had not even started would become his death feast.

Gazing at the people’s anger under the city, Mu Xiong asked Mu Qingge, "Ge’er, how do you plan to deal with him?"

Mu Qingge calmly looked outside the city wall and replied, "Grandfather, since he wants your life, I can only take his life first. It’s always the Qin Imperial Family that owes our Mu Family, our Mu Family owes nothing to the Qin Imperial Family."

Mu Xiong nodded in admiration.

Suddenly, he let out a wistful smile, looking up at the clear sky. He felt he was really old, no longer suited for the bloody battles of the battlefield.

These days, he yearns for a peaceful and gentle life.

The future of the Mu Family relies not on him, but on his precious granddaughter.

Mu Xiong withdrew his gaze, with a silent resolution in his heart, as he looked at Mu Qingge’s tall and resolute back once more.

Mu Qingge raised her hand, and the citizens, who were emotionally charged under the Imperial City, suddenly fell silent.

The deafening sound halted completely because of a single gesture from Mu Qingge. This reminded Zhu Ling of when she was in the Medicine Tower... It seemed Mu Qingge naturally had this kind of charisma, easily becoming a leader among the people, effortlessly influencing everyone’s emotions.

In the silent Imperial City, Qin Jinyang sat limply on the high execution platform, his face ashen.

Mu Qingge looked at him and suddenly shouted coldly, "Qin Jinyang, do you see? This is called ’the people’s will.’ Now, it is not I who wants you dead, but your subjects, your citizens, who want you dead."

Qin Jinyang raised his head numbly, his eyes slowly sweeping over the angry expressions of the citizens.

In the eyes of those citizens, he saw disdain, anger, hatred... Suddenly, he felt he had failed terribly and was grievously wrong.

He thought that by eliminating the Mu Family, he would become a wise ruler, able to unite the world.

However, now he couldn’t even rule his own country, let alone have his own citizens wishing for his death.

Mu Qingge asked Shao Fatty, "How did he previously plan to deal with you?"

Shao Fatty thought for a moment, then said dully, "He didn’t say much else. Only that he was going to use us as bait to draw you out. However, he did say he would scrape the fat from my body layer by layer."

"Yuezhe," Shao’s father reminded.

Shao Fatty hurriedly closed his mouth, saying no more.

Mu Qingge’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint, unreadable smile on her lips, "Very well. Likes to watch lingering deaths, hmm?"

After a moment, someone walked onto the execution platform with something.

The citizens curiously craned their necks, and when the soldier unfolded what he had, they realized it was a fishing net.

Qin Jinyang was lifted and tied to a pillar.

Through the entire process, he didn’t resist, seeming resigned to his fate.

But when his Dragon Robe was pulled off, exposing his skin, terror began to fill his eyes. When the fishing net was wrapped around him, he started to struggle, fearfully asking, "What are you going to do? What are you doing?"

The lines of the fishing net sank into his skin, leaving crisscrossed red marks.

The more he struggled, the tighter it became.

"Sister Zhu, do you have any elixirs that can severely injure a person without killing them?" Mu Qingge suddenly asked.

Zhu Ling laughed, "I don’t have such a powerful elixir, but I do have one that can maintain a breath of life, keeping the mind clear."

Mu Qingge nodded with a smile, "It’s sufficient."

Zhu Ling took out an elixir from her bosom and handed it to You He.

You He glanced at Mu Qingge, understanding her intention from her expression, and then personally walked down and went onto the execution platform, stuffing the elixir into Qin Jinyang’s mouth.

"What did you make me eat?" Qin Jinyang struggled to spit it out.

But the elixir dissolved instantly, not giving him the chance.

You He sneered, "An elixir to keep you alive for a while longer."

What does it mean!

Before Qin Jinyang could react, he saw You He retreat, and someone came towards him with a knife so sharp it was terrifying.

His pupils shrank rapidly, instantly understanding what Mu Qingge intended to do.

He frantically shouted to the people on the watchtower, "Kill me! Kill me! End my life quickly! No... don’t do this to me..."

Meanwhile, baskets upon baskets of white steamed buns were placed in front of the citizens.

The citizens looked at the white buns in confusion, and it wasn’t until Qin Jinyang let out a cry of pain and a piece of flesh as thin as paper fell to the ground did they understand and frantically scramble for the buns.

The citizens who snatched the steamed buns all used them to absorb the blood and flesh on the ground, the ones that belonged to Qin Jinyang, taken away by the people of Luodu.

No one sympathized with him, and no one pitied him.

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