Her Majesty Chose Violence, They Chose Her

Xie Liuzheng happened to be in the palace, so she came as soon as she was summoned.

Dressed in the uniform of a fourth-rank official, she stepped composedly into Jinluan Palace.

Xie Liuzheng: ’I’m totally freaking out, but I have to hold it together. I have to pull off this act!’

"I, Xie Liuzheng, pay my respects to Your Majesty." ’AAAAAHHH, I’ve made it! Bowing to the sovereign in Jinluan Palace! I’ve really made it!’

Her noisy thoughts grated on Xiao Yang, who raised a hand and pointed at Huyan Lu. "He insulted me. He looks down on me for being a woman. Curse him out."

Everyone else: ’The way Your Majesty said that, it didn’t sound like ’curse him,’ but more like ’sic ’em.’’

’Like calling for a dog!’

But all Xie Liuzheng could think about was that Her Majesty had been insulted. In a flash of hot-headedness, all reason went up in flames.

"Who the hell are you? You look like a damn paperweight from the side and a pillar from the front. What kind of shady, reckless, shameless species are you? So what if Her Majesty is a woman? Her Majesty is beautiful! Her Majesty is magnificent! Her Majesty has a presence that fills the entire room!"

"You thing with an underdeveloped cerebellum and a nonexistent cerebrum! When your mother gave birth, did she throw the baby out and raise the placenta instead?"

"Is your rectum located in your mouth? Because you spew shit every time you open it! This is Da Wei, not your personal sty! Who the hell do you think you are to insult Her Majesty?"

...

Xie Liuzheng’s tirade was a veritable flood, her voice booming like a great bell, her presence as imposing as a rainbow. She never repeated an insult, and while she didn’t use a single profanity, each line was utterly devastating. When she reached the peak of her passion, she even planted her hands on her hips, as if to add more force to her words.

Her sheer force of will made the surrounding civil and military officials all subconsciously take a step back.

Prince Jing was even more stunned. His eyes widened as he turned to look at his son.

’Son! This woman... are you sure you can handle her?’

Xiao Lv shot his father a cool glance. When his gaze returned to Xie Liuzheng, there was a distinct light in his eyes.

Prince Jing sighed. ’I was worried for nothing. A grown son won’t stay for his father, after all.’

Huyan Lu was completely dazed by Xie Liuzheng’s non-stop verbal assault.

When he came to his senses, he raised a hand to strike her.

Xiao Lv immediately stepped in front of Xie Liuzheng.

He was the only person in Jinluan Palace permitted to wear a sword.

Xie Liuzheng had been startled by Huyan Lu’s aggressive move. Her heart hadn’t even had a chance to race before Xiao Lv blocked him, and she instantly felt her worries vanish.

But the next moment, Xie Liuzheng abandoned Xiao Lv and bounced over to Xiao Yang. "Your Majesty, how was my performance?"

Xiao Yang didn’t speak, simply giving her a thumbs-up. Xie Liuzheng was instantly puffed up with pride.

The other members of the Xirong delegation were furious. "How can you allow a woman to insult our Prince? We came to negotiate peace! Are you trying to start a war?"

Rong Yin, tall and imposing in his black Python Robe, radiated a sinister, murderous aura. "Negotiate peace? You are here to sue for peace. Since he dared to disrespect Her Majesty, he should be prepared for the annihilation of Xirong as an apology!"

Huyan Lu glanced at the Emperor on the throne. Though he had been insulted, the words were just words; they didn’t truly frighten him.

Most importantly, this person was a woman. In his eyes, women were tools for pleasure and childbirth, commodities, spoils of war—anything but an Emperor.

’These Da Wei people must be absolute fools to support a woman as their Emperor.’

His gaze swept over the officials, his ridicule unconcealed. "You call yourselves men, yet you let a woman be your empress, bowing and scraping before her. Where is your machismo? Your dignity?"

The court ministers: ...

’We’ll just watch him put on his show.’

’Machismo? It’s still pooled on the floor from the last guy who tried this. They haven’t even finished wiping up the blood.’

’Dignity? Just wait until the Emperor picks up her blade. Then you’ll see.’

Just as he was speaking, Xiao Yang opened a box beside her and took out a pistol.

"Huyan Lu."

She toyed with it casually, a smile playing in her eyes. "I will give you one chance to kneel and beg for mercy."

Huyan Lu was the number one warrior of Xirong. He was the one who toyed with women until they died, not the other way around. Make him kneel to a woman? Absolutely impossible.

He stared insolently at the Empress on the throne, his lecherous gaze seemingly stripping her naked.

Before he could even speak, Xiao Yang raised her hand.

"BANG!"

The explosive sound made everyone’s heart jump.

They instinctively looked at the Emperor’s raised hand, which was pointed at the Prince of Xirong. Turning their heads, they saw a bloody hole in the Prince’s forehead. His tall body slowly fell backward, crashing to the floor with a loud THUD.

The heavy sound seemed to make the very foundations of Jinluan Palace tremble.

The Prince of Xirong, the number one warrior... setting aside his martial skill, his body alone was like a mountain. And he was killed so easily, just like that, by Her Majesty?

Everyone’s eyes once again fell on the object in the Emperor’s hand, less than a foot long.

’What is that thing?’

’A single strike, and he’s dead!’

The combination of gore and the unknown instantly pushed everyone’s awe and fear to their absolute peak.

Someone’s legs gave out, and he fell to his knees. "Your Majesty... is mighty!"

The others snapped out of their stupor and followed suit, dropping to their knees. "Your Majesty is mighty!"

’When you hold the truth in your hands, what does gender even matter?’

’See? My subjects are so well-behaved.’

Xie Liuzheng was standing close, and the gunshot had rung out right next to her ear.

In all her previous years of life, she had only ever seen guns on television or in the hands of guards escorting armored trucks.

Now, in an age of cold weapons, she had personally witnessed the beautiful and powerful Emperor kill an enemy with a single shot right in front of her.

She was the Emperor, the law of this land, the master of a nation.

Decisive and ruthless, holding the power of life and death in her hands.

Xie Liuzheng’s heart was pounding. Blood rushed through her veins, and the soaring adrenaline made her feel like she could kill a bull with her bare hands.

’Her Majesty! She really is the coolest!’

The men from Xirong were also dumbfounded. How could she just kill someone over a few words?

’She even dared to kill their Prince?’

’How did their Prince die so easily?!’

The next moment, the Emperor aimed the object in her hand at them.

She tilted her head slightly, her smile both innocent and wicked, her tone casual. "You don’t wish to kneel to me either?"

In everyone’s ears, her words were automatically replaced with: ’Are you ready to die?’

The West Rong people were filled with unwilling resentment, their eyes burning with hatred. But if they didn’t kneel today, they wouldn’t even make it out the door.

Their General had been beheaded and sent back, and their Prince now lay dead on the floor.

They had no choice. If they didn’t want to die, they could only kneel in humiliation.

Prince Jing, radiating an imposing aura, taunted, "Cat got your tongue? You were all quite talkative just a moment ago, weren’t you?"

The West Rong people, looking as if they wanted to devour someone whole, spat out, "Greetings... Your Majesty of Da Wei."

Xiao Yang watched them, her expression calm but brimming with authority. A soul-crushing pressure filled Jinluan Palace, making everyone’s spirit tremble.

Most of Da Wei’s officials were still kneeling, none of them daring to raise their heads. The men from Xirong were even worse off, drenched in cold sweat, terrified that their own head would be the next to burst open.

A moment passed—or perhaps an eternity. The Little Emperor suddenly chuckled. "Oh, my. I spaced out for a moment and forgot to tell you all to rise."

The pressure in the room vanished instantly, but no one dared to relax. There was only the lingering terror, sending a chill down their spines.

Xiao Yang toyed with the pistol. "Su Beihai, see to it that our guests are well entertained."

The Prince of Xirong was already dead. How exactly were they to be "entertained"?

While the others were still confused, Su Beihai, the Assistant Minister of Rites, cupped his hands without the slightest hesitation and replied, "As you command, Your Majesty."

He was currently the acting Minister of Rites, and this was his most important opportunity for a promotion.

Her Majesty’s command could not be wrong. If he failed to carry it out, the fault would be his alone.