The Evil Consort Above An Evil King

From the darkest corner of the square, a group of people suddenly entered in a single file. Their attire clearly belonged to the warriors of the Monster Kingdom, each carrying a distinctly crafted armor. Above all, there were two exquisitely decorated sedan chairs, one in red and another in blue. The one in red was embellished with the motive of the sun, while the other was made with stars that brightly stood out against the deep blue background.

Both sedan chairs emerged from a layer optical haze that added a tint of mystery to their abrupt entrance. The embellishment of the bright sun was so vividly made that people could not keep their eyes too long on the sedan. The blue sedan, on the other hand, completely brought out the vast emptiness in the night sky that was fathomless, deep and distant.

Gasped in horror, the Monster King immediately realized that something was gravely wrong. He recognized the soldiers at once. Those were the ones that he had secretly arranged for behind closed doors.

Earlier, he had tried to summon them, but there was no reaction. But now, all of a sudden, they entered with two mysterious, odd-looking sedan chairs. He could not help but wonder who was behind the commotion.

The laughter from before reminded him of the Celestial Officer that he very much trusted. It seems these people had interrupted the fight.

Gu Xijiu retreated and found herself next to Fan Qianshi. The boy was still badly injured. Even with some proper dressings on his wounds, he still could not find his strength to stand.

Nonetheless, he was clearly delighted as soon as he saw Gu Xijiu, but the moment of joy faded almost instantaneously as he apologized, “Master, I am of no use for you.”

Gu Xijiu put a finger on her lips to stop him from undervaluing his presence. “Don’t give up now. You are still young.”

Whilst talking, she quietly transferred some of her spiritual power to Fan Qianshi to help him recover better. Meanwhile, she watched as the drama unveiled in the square.

“Yang Jintian, are you rebelling against me?” The Monster King asked in fury.

Yang Jintian was the leader that the group of soldiers that emerged. Icily, he only responded with a stern look. A voice recording shell was then presented to play a small part of a conversation between two parties. It was loud and clear enough to be shared with everyone present.

Gu Xijiu soon recognized the voices, and so did everyone else. It was a conversation between the Monster King and Di Fuyi. The conversation was about the rescue plan that the Monster King had previously proposed to Di Fuyi and the ways that he could save his dying sister.

Clearly, the best solution that the Monster King could come up with was to sacrifice another innocent woman’s life for his beloved sister.

In order to gain the Celestial Officer’s help, the Monster King had generously shared with him the details of the public execution in the square. The creator of the universe was the ultimate target that he aimed for. Once he had had enough with her, he did not mind sharing the woman with the Celestial Officer.

Certainly, the Monster King was aware of Yao Tingting’s misconduct, though not entirely. His arrogance and bias towards his sister had selfishly dismissed the many lives lost, by claiming that every living soul in the Monster King was born to serve him. As a group of slaves, these lives were not even worth mentioning. He did not care if they lived or died.

As soon as the word spread, every audience in the square gasped in utter disbelief. People were indignant with his cruelty and the injustice that he simply dismissed.

Gu Xijiu watched as the Monster King lost his composure. She could not help but feel sorry for him. How could he allow himself to expose the darkest secrets that should have remained kept? All of his words were now turned against himself.

On the other hand, Di Fuyi was indeed a maverick genius, judging from the methods that he had used to lure the Monster King into confessing his own bias and indirectly, his crimes that would spark hatred.

The man had got a meticulous mind for such deliberate plans. It was unbelievable that he was only a 22-year-old man.

The Monster King was alarmed as soon as the recording started. “It’s made up! It is all made up! I have never said so. This is all but a trick by the man in the sedan to defame me!” With a swift leap, he lunged himself towards Yang Jintian in a desperate attempt to remove the voice-recording shell from his hand. He needed to wipe away the proof.

He was swift, but not as swift as Gu Xijiu.