Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 516 Relying on Favor (61)

"I hate people like you who love to show off the most." Yan Zhen looked at her sarcastically. "You've been pretending to be obedient and weak your whole lives, and you're still pretending even when you're about to die. Aren't you tired?"

Tan Jinyu's chest heaved with anger: "You think I wanted this? It's all just to survive!"

Yan Zhen sat down in the armchair: "I can understand that you pretend to be a green tea and weak in order to survive, but what is the purpose of spreading rumors and slandering me?"

Tan Jinyu gripped the hem of her clothes and said viciously, "Of course it's to kill you!"

"What good will it do you to kill me?" Yan Zhen said. "Do you think Xie Ying will marry you if you kill me?"

"No, I know he won't marry me, but as long as you're not having a good time, I'll be happy." Tan Jinyu said, then, as if she had just thought of something, she pointed at Yan Zhen and burst into laughter.

"It must be unpleasant to be subservient to a disgusting old man like Zhao Yuan, right? It must be tough on you. Someone who can sit in the position of a vassal king must be older than the late emperor, right? When you share a bed with him, don't you get suffocated by his old man smell?"

Yan Zhen: "..."

Looking at her speechless expression, Tan Jinyu felt even more pleased: "I have no regrets even if I die because I can disgust you. Tan Junzhuo, do you really think you are the final winner? No matter what, you are nothing more than a lowly person who uses your body and beauty to get all this. What is the difference between you and a prostitute in a brothel who serves men with her looks?"

There are countless women in the world. Once Zhao Yuan gets tired of you, won't you also end up fighting with other women for a man? If I can break you and Xie Ying up, cause you trouble, and prevent you from being able to be together for life, then my life will have been worthwhile..."

Before she could finish speaking, Chen He strode in from outside, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Your Majesty, the guards at the city gate have reported that Xie Ying requests an audience."

Xie Ying?

Yan Zhen waved his hand: "Let him wait. I'll finish taking care of things here first."

"Yes."

Chen He turned and left, but Tan Jinyu's eyes widened: "What did he call you?"

Yan Zhen picked up the small teacup on the tea table, brought it to her nose and smelled it. The tea was fragrant. She put the teacup back and said calmly, "I forgot to tell you, the new emperor is not Zhao Yuan, it's me."

Tan Jinyu's pupils contracted slightly.

Shocked beyond belief, her pupils dilated rapidly, and her body trembled: "Impossible... Are you kidding me?"

Before Yan Zhen could answer, another tall young man dressed in black armor walked in.

When Zhao Yuan reached Yan Zhen, he didn't bow like Chen He did. Instead, he frowned and glanced at Tan Jinyu, his tone tinged with complaint: "Why haven't you killed her yet? What's the point of wasting so much time on her?"

Yan Zhen did not answer, but instead beckoned to Zhao Yuan, signaling him to come over.

Zhao Yuan obediently took a few steps in front of her, and Yan Zhen reached out and put her arm around his waist, then leaned in and sniffed him.

Zhao Yuan asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

She said you smell like an old person, let me smell if it's true.

Zhao Yuan: "..."

Tan Jinyu: "..."

Tan Jinyu looked at Zhao Yuan in disbelief: "You're Zhao Yuan?"

Zhao Yuan: "Yes, so?"

Tan Jinyu: "..."

She hadn't expected Zhao Yuan to be so young.

In her imagination, the princes were all over forty years old, with big bellies and oily faces.

The thought of Tan Junzhuo, known as the most beautiful woman in Daliang, being devoted to such a person filled her with schadenfreude.

But the facts before her shattered her last bit of competitive spirit—Zhao Yuan was not only not a greasy and disgusting old man, but also young and handsome, in no way inferior to Xie Ying.

Why!

How come all the good things in this world go to that scoundrel Tan Junzhuo?

She doesn't agree!

She is not reconciled!

Tan Jinyu was trembling with anger. While Zhao Yuan was talking to Yan Zhen in a low voice, she quickly pulled out a gold hairpin from her hair, hid it behind her back, and then slowly got up from the ground, approaching Yan Zhen and Zhao Yuan step by step.

With his back to Tan Jinyu, Zhao Yuan spoke softly to Yan Zhen.

"Does it smell? I haven't showered for days."

"A little, but it doesn't smell bad."

"I'll find a place to take a bath later."

Tan Jinyu quietly approached, stopping two steps behind Zhao Yuan, and then suddenly grabbed the gold hairpin and stabbed it into his back.

But before the hairpin could even touch Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, drew his sword from his waist and thrust it through Tan Jinyu's abdomen without turning his head.

Tan Jinyu's hand, which was holding the gold hairpin, froze in mid-air, her expression twisted and pained.

Zhao Yuan drew his sword and saw Yan Zhen looking past him at Tan Jinyu. He pulled Yan Zhen up with one hand and said, "Stop looking. Go and deal with Xie Ying's matter. Do it quickly."

Yan Zhen was led outside by Zhao Yuan. When they reached the door, she looked back.

Tan Jinyu collapsed to the ground, gasped for breath twice, then tilted her head to the side and fell silent.

Her eyes, frozen with anger and resentment, gazed in the direction I had left. Her calculating face, even in death, was filled with the bitter resentment of unfulfilled desire.

After leaving the princess's residence, Yan Zhen went straight to the Xie residence.

The Xie family was tightly controlled by the Tingzhou army, which was in layers upon layers.

When Yan Zhen walked in, four generations of the Xie family were gathered in the front yard. At a glance, there were over a hundred people, from the octogenarian matriarch of the Xie family to infants still in swaddling clothes.

Not to mention the thousands of maids, servants, guards, stewards, and rough-working women confined to the backyard.

In Daliang, the Xie family was a truly prestigious family that had maintained its wealth and status for over a century.

Hundreds of people knelt in the front yard, their faces filled with fear.

Yan Zhen glanced at it but didn't see Xie Ying among them.

She turned to Zhao Yuan, who was beside her, and asked, "Where is Xie Ying?"

She had barely finished speaking when Xie Ying's voice came from outside: "I'm here."

Yan Zhen and the Xie family looked up together as Xie Ying, covered in blood, walked in from outside.

His white clothes were stained red with blood, his hair was disheveled, and his face was full of exhaustion. He carried a bundle in his left hand and held a blood-dripping spear in his right hand—clearly, he had fought his way into the city.

Seeing him like this, Xie's mother immediately wailed, "Ying'er! Didn't I tell you not to come back?! Go! Go now!"

Mr. Xie, who was standing nearby, quickly grabbed Ms. Xie's agitated wife and covered her mouth.

Xie Ying glanced at his parents, then couldn't bear to look away.

He walked up to Yan Zhen and Zhao Yuan and threw the bundle he was carrying at their feet.

One of the bundles fell open, revealing a human head inside with its eyes wide open and its eyes wide open in death.

The women of the Xie family were terrified when they suddenly saw the human head, and some of the more timid ones even fainted.

Yan Zhen recognized it at a glance; it was the head of the eldest prince of the Northern Kingdom.

Looking at this series of bundles, Yan Zhen counted them; there were seven in total.

Jitu had seven sons in total. So, this contains the heads of all the princes of the Northern Jurchen royal court?