Chapter 137: Showing Off Skilled Techniques in Front of the Martial Uncle, The Princess Breaks Down (2)
Moments later.
When Su Qing stepped into the manor, everything was already perfectly arranged.
Under Prince Qi's command, the manor had quieted down completely.
In a familiar serene pavilion, Han Jin Xiu awaited calmly, showing not a trace of nervousness.
The scent of tea lingered in the air—as if she were expecting Su Qing to show up with his people.
For the Princess, the real performance was just beginning.
The fan she rarely let go of had been replaced by a delicate collar.
In her eyes gleamed a mix of arrogance and amusement.
Today, she wanted to add another dog to her collection.
After enduring for so long, the true drama was finally starting. She would reclaim her honor completely!
It was time to settle the humiliation of the past once and for all!
At the same moment.
A tall, pale figure ascended White Jade Pavilion step by step.
With each step, his posture slowly transformed.
He began as a hunched, harmless old man.
But with every step forward, his stance grew straighter.
With his posture shifting, a terrifying aura surged from his body.
Step by step, he climbed to the heavens!
His fading essence and spirit returned to their peak, surging with overwhelming pressure.
This... was the Capital's Sea-Calming Needle!
But today, he clearly wasn't here as a guest.
White Jade Pavilion was now completely empty.
Nearly all the troops had been deployed to suppress unrest in the capital—there was no heavy guard here.
Only a few elite soldiers remained. But when they charged at him, they were knocked unconscious by his aura alone, unable to stop even one step.
For this Sea-Calming Needle, numbers meant nothing.
If the area had been heavily fortified, even he couldn't force his way through.
After all, large-scale weapons like siege crossbows operated by many men weren't just for show.
But today... no one could stop his intrusion!
Crushing countless guards along the way, the figure slowly entered the imperial throne room.
The grand hall remained resplendent as ever, but now only one person occupied it.
The Empress sat atop the dragon throne, gazing down at the intruder.
"Guilty official Cao Rui humbly requests Your Majesty to handle this personally."
Eunuch Cao's voice was soft and effeminate, laced with humility.
But despite his tone of submission, his aura grew more powerful by the second.
His fighting spirit was ablaze!
"Then I shall allow it."
From the throne came the Empress's proud and commanding voice, unchanged as ever.
Clad in bright yellow dragon robes, the regal beauty met his challenge with composure, aloof and proud.
Even though the pressure from her opponent felt like a mountain, her presence remained undiminished.
After a brief silence, the two clashed in an instant.
The empty imperial hall echoed with dull, heavy booms.
Eunuch Cao was a grandmaster of three dynasties, a true living legend.
Renowned as the Sea-Calming Needle, this peerless warrior had fully recovered his power and unleashed terrifying strength!
To battle someone like him was nothing short of suicidal.
Even someone as powerful as the Empress—this was a brutal test of life and death!
At the same moment, those outside the chessboard watched silently toward the capital.
Heaven-reaching Peak.
A vast and solitary summit, shrouded in mist all year round, filled with birdcalls and beast roars.
The cliffs were steep, impossible for ordinary people to climb.
Even just looking down from the top would terrify most.
Yet at this moment, a lone figure sat by a dangerously sheer cliff.
She was a strikingly elegant beauty.
Her ripe curves were wrapped in a daoist robe, but even the loose fabric couldn't hide her plump, round ass.
The sheer size of it against the stone slab would leave anyone stunned.
But when one saw her face, a flawless beauty, all impure thoughts vanished.
Her mature, seductive face held no expression, yet seemed born to be respected.
Her figure was alluring, yet her aura holy—a perfect union of opposites.
In her calm eyes, a glimmer of anticipation flickered.
Finally... it begins?
Atop a cliff known as Conviction Bluff, another regal woman in a gray-black fur robe looked toward the capital.
Her white hair danced in the piercing wind, exuding an air of melancholy.
Her snowy, stunning face resembled an ice elf from the mountains—crystal clear and flawless.
But in her eyes, unlike the Heavenly Dao Sect Master, there was no excitement—only sorrow.
These two powerful women of the era had their gazes fixed beyond mountains and rivers on the battle within White Jade Pavilion.
Both the Sect Master and the Martial Goddess shared the same goal: to gauge the depth and true power of the Empress.
Three years ago, when the Empress had first ascended the throne, she had already shown extraordinary talent.
Though still young, she had threatened the loyal Sea-Calming Needle with royal bloodline ties.
Surprisingly, the Empress succeeded—and completely so.
The Sea-Calming Needle chose to yield, sealing his own power, and bought her time.
Three years had passed. This Empress, who possessed both brilliance and talent—how far had she come?
Without trump cards, could she withstand the full might of the Sea-Calming Needle?
They were extremely interested.
For schemers with ambition to seize the world, power alone wasn't enough.
Power could command many experts to serve.
But if you aren't strong yourself, it's easy to be assassinated.
Your own strength matters greatly!
The Heavenly Dao Sect Master and the Martial Goddess wanted to see if the Empress truly had what it took.
They had planned and prepared for this day for years.
Even sacrificing their subordinates as pawns, all for this battle today!
Now, which realm did the Empress truly stand in? Could she hold her ground?
This fight would determine their next steps!
Prince Qi's Manor.
"I knew you'd come. I'm really happy to see you."
Han Jin Xiu looked at the young man sitting beside her and spoke with tender affection.
Her tone and expression made it seem like her heart and eyes were full of him.
But in truth, it was all fake affection.
This venomous beauty had always had her own plans.
She was waiting for the outcome of the battle. In the meantime, she had to stall Su Qing.
If she kept him here, that meant keeping his heavy troops at bay, stopping them from interfering with the fight at White Jade Pavilion.
The collar had already been hidden. Once the outcome was clear, she could bring it out.
The consort's scheme clicked smoothly.
No matter if the Empress won or lost, she would still stand unshaken.
If the Empress lost, as the victor, she would seize Su Qing on the spot and make him her dog.
Whether he was willing or not, the result was already decided.