Joy of Life: Born to Ye Qingmei, raised by Li Yunrui

Chapter 87 Guo's Mistakes

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Emperor Qing's eyes widened in fury, his gaze practically bursting with rage!

To treat his former empress (even though she had been deposed) so cruelly in front of him was such a humiliation!

Ye Tian seemed not to hear or see anything. With an almost cruel pleasure on his face, he continued to manipulate Guo's corpse.

"Swoosh!" Another leg was severed.

"Pfft!" A bloody hole was pierced through his abdomen.

In just a moment, the once elegant and noble deposed Empress Guo's body was tortured to pieces and disfigured in Ye Tian's hands, like livestock being cut up at will in a slaughterhouse!

This bloody and cruel scene sent chills down the spines of everyone present, who dared not even breathe.

Ye Tian casually tossed the mangled body parts onto the ground, then slowly turned around and looked again at Emperor Qing, whose face was ashen and who was trembling uncontrollably.

With his blood-stained hand, he casually pointed to the mangled pile of flesh on the ground, his voice calm yet carrying a chilling sense of oppression: "Your Majesty, this is one of the fates of those who framed my mother and participated in that massacre. What do you think of my actions? And how should this matter be considered resolved?"

Emperor Qing's chest heaved violently. He felt waves of blood rushing to his head, threatening to completely overwhelm his reason. He wanted to roar, to rebel, to tear Ye Tian to pieces!

But he couldn't.

Chen Pingping's "black pipe" remained firmly pointed at him, and Ye Tian's emotionless eyes were also coldly fixed on him. He knew that if he uttered a single wrong word or revealed even the slightest hint of murderous intent, he would likely be killed on the spot today.

"The great cause is not yet accomplished, the great cause is not yet accomplished!" Emperor Qing roared madly in his heart, but in the end, all his anger and resentment turned into the deepest humiliation and compromise.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if trying to expel all the anger and murderous intent in his chest. He tried to make his voice sound calm, but the undisguised tremor still betrayed his true emotions.

"Ye, Minister Ye," Emperor Qing began with difficulty, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, tinged with blood, "Back then, the matter of Ye Qingmei was complicated, but tracing back to the source, it was indeed, indeed, that the women in the harem were jealous and listened to slander, which led to a great mistake. Guo, Guo, she, she deserved her punishment."

In order to survive, and for his so-called "great cause," he had to bow his head and shift all the blame onto a woman who was already dead.

"I...I believe that Minister Ye handled the matter properly." Emperor Qing's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. As he spoke these words, he felt as if his imperial dignity had been trampled underfoot and crushed to pieces by Ye Tian.

He will never forget the humiliation of this moment!

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Emperor Qing's words, "The handling was appropriate," seemed to drain all the strength from his body. He stood there, his body beneath the dragon robe still trembling slightly, his face deathly pale. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look into Ye Tian's mocking and cold eyes, nor to look at the shocked, fearful, and perhaps even pitying gazes around him.

"Very good." Ye Tian's smile grew even colder. He knew that tonight he had not only killed his enemy, but also crushed the prestige of Emperor Qing, the supreme ruler, under his feet! This kind of blow was far more devastating to the foundation of the Qing Kingdom than killing a few members of the royal family.

"Your Majesty is wise." Ye Tian nodded slightly, but his tone was devoid of any respect, instead filled with mockery. "Since Your Majesty also believes that I did the right thing, then this matter can be considered closed. I am also tired, so I will not bother Your Majesty in the palace any longer."

He turned to Chen Pingping beside him and said, "Dean Chen, let's go."

Chen Pingping glanced deeply at the pale-faced Emperor Qing, as well as the heavily injured Ye Liuyun and Hong Sixiang not far away, and nodded slightly: "Alright."

He remained upright, casually holding the dark shotgun in his hand as if it were not some powerful weapon, but an ordinary cane. Led by Shadow and several inspectors, the members of the Overwatch Council quickly cleared a path in front of the two, vigilantly watching for any possible disturbances.

Ye Tian and Chen Pingping walked side by side, calmly and unhurriedly leaving the cold palace that had become a battlefield, and the imperial palace soaked in fear and blood, under the watchful eyes of countless complex gazes.

Long after they left, the Cold Palace area remained deathly silent.

Everyone was still reeling from the utterly shocking revelation. The Emperor of Qing Kingdom had actually been driven to such a humiliating state by a mere youth and a former subject! This was utterly unheard of and unprecedented!

Hong Sixiang had already been carried aside by several eunuchs. He was barely breathing, his eyes wide open, seemingly still reeling from the double blow of his "instant defeat" and Emperor Qing's surrender.

Finally, Emperor Qing made a move.

He slowly raised his head, and in his bloodshot eyes, there was no longer any fear or retreat. Instead, there was a deep-seated hatred as dark as an abyss and as cold as a venomous snake, and an extreme forbearance.

"Ye Tian, ​​Chen Pingping," he uttered the names slowly and deliberately, each syllable seemingly dripping with blood, in a voice only he could hear. "I swear, the humiliation you have suffered today will be repaid a thousandfold! I will make you wish you were dead! When my great undertaking is accomplished, your death will be upon you!"

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent and humiliation surging in his heart. His face regained its unfathomable imperial majesty, but the sinister look in his eyes was more intense than ever before.

"Prepare the carriage! Return to the palace!" His voice was hoarse, yet carried an unquestionable command.

Surrounded by countless palace servants who trembled with fear, the imperial carriage departed from this devastated place.

Back in his study, where he usually handled state affairs, Emperor Qing dismissed all his servants.

"Bang! Clang! Crash!"

The next moment, a series of earth-shattering explosions resounded from the imperial study! Exquisite porcelain, rare antiques, mountains of memorials, priceless calligraphy and paintings—everything he could touch was instantly torn to shreds by his violent true energy!

He roared like an enraged lion in his territory, venting the anger and humiliation that threatened to burst him apart.

"ah--!!!"

Emperor Qing looked up to the sky and roared, his voice filled with resentment and bitterness. His bright yellow dragon robe fluttered in the wind due to the surge of his inner energy, and the beams and pillars of the entire imperial study trembled slightly under this terrifying force.

After a long while, Emperor Qing, having vented his anger, finally stopped, panting heavily. The imperial study was a complete mess; nothing was intact. He slumped onto the only remaining intact dragon throne, his eyes flashing with a crazed killing intent.

"Just you wait, all of you, just you wait!"

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Meanwhile, deep within the Forbidden City, in the Cining Palace, inside the Empress Dowager's sleeping quarters.

When news of what happened in the Cold Palace, including that Emperor Qing was forced to admit his mistakes and humiliatingly back down, reached the Empress Dowager's ears like the most virulent plague, this old woman, who was already on the verge of madness, completely collapsed.

"What? What? The Emperor actually said that it was the Guo family's fault back then?"

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

He said, "That bastard Ye Tian did the right thing?!" When the Empress Dowager heard the report from her trusted eunuch, which was choked with sobs, she felt her vision go black and her whole body went limp. Fortunately, she was supported by the palace maid next to her in time.

Her face was drained of color, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Even the emperor has bowed his head! The emperor has been driven to this point by that bastard! And what about her? She, one of the masterminds behind the entire conspiracy that killed Ye Qingmei, isn't she... isn't she doomed?!

"He...he's next...he's next to kill me?!" The Empress Dowager suddenly grabbed a palace maid's arm, her nails digging deep into the maid's flesh, her eyes filled with extreme fear and despair. "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

She began to ramble incoherently, sometimes crying, sometimes screaming, and sometimes looking around nervously, as if Ye Tian might rush out from some dark corner at any moment and take her life.