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The World of Xiu Shou: Book 1
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The light of the setting sun poured down like thick blood on the battlefield, streaming from Chengqian Palace all the way into Cui Xin Palace. Shadows danced, enveloping the swaying court in a somber haze.
A sharp whistle suddenly pierced the air, instantly breaking through Guan Shubai's eardrum.
She lifted her gaze towards the west, where the sun hung low like a disc, casting a blood-red glow on her porcelain-white forehead. A chill seeped through, reminiscent of the heavy twilight that made her heart feel cold.
The concubines of He Palace had already gathered here. The palace gates stood wide open, golden and jade vessels scattered across the ground, and the azure curtains fluttered in the wind like spirit banners guiding lost souls.
Gu Jin'an held a battle knife against a maid's neck, her phoenix eyes narrowed with a wicked smile as she said, "Guan Shubai, are you truly unwilling?"
Lying sprawled across the ground were more than ten maids and eunuchs, all servants of Cui Xin Palace.
Guan Shubai's face was pale, her cheeks tinged with blue. Her hands trembled beneath her sleeves, yet she bit her lip tightly.
"Your Highness, Qiner is not afraid."
Tao Qin shook her head, a faint smile squeezing onto her pale face. Ignoring the blood dripping from the knife at her neck, she bowed deeply to the ground. "I can no longer serve Your Highness; please take care."
With a buzzing sound, a line of blood shot up into the air as the blade pierced through her chest.
Tao Qin's small body swayed slightly before collapsing to the ground.
It felt as if a giant club had struck Guan Shubai on the head. A dull pain weighed heavily in her chest, as if a knife had been plunged into her heart and twisted mercilessly, grinding her insides into a pulp.
A metallic taste filled her throat, and her vision blurred with blood, nearly rendering her unable to see anything.
Gu Jin'an lowered his blade, droplets of blood sliding down the edge and landing on his boots. He stood deep within the great hall, clad in a suit of dark blue iron armor and a black cloak, his armor stained with blood. His eyes were cold and dark as he fixed his gaze upon her, devoid of the warmth and elegance he once possessed. A smile played on his lips, yet there was no hint of mirth in his eyes. "Guan Shubai, do you wish for these people to accompany you to the grave?"
With a casual sweep of his sword, he pointed at the numerous court ladies behind him.
The palace women, their hairpins askew, gasped in shock. Meng Zhao Yi fell to her knees with a thud, trembling as she cried out, "Your Highness, save me!"
Consort Tian Shu wept as well, "Even if you have no pity for us, please consider the Emperor's bloodline."
Princess Jinghe curled up in her embrace, sobbing softly. Her small face was pale and drawn; an arrow had pierced her left hand, blood flowing freely while she bit her lip in silence.
Her heart ached as she gazed at Princess Jinghe's youthful face.
It seemed that Jinghe understood something; biting her lip, she timidly reached out her delicate white hands and tugged at her sleeve. "Imperial Consort Rong, please save Jinghe."
A wisp of white smoke rose from the incense burner, winding its way through the intricately carved beams and drifting toward the dim sky above.
Guan Shubai suddenly recalled that day when she had suffered a miscarriage in this very room. In her sorrow, he had placed something into her hands and said, "I entrust my life and the fate of this nation to you. From now on, you must protect not only yourself but also me."
Her breath caught in her throat like a tiny knife scraping against it. She brushed Jinghe's hand away and bit down hard on her tongue, nearly choking on her own blood.
Suddenly, someone from the rebels stepped forward; the blade swept through the night air with a hum and severed a blood vessel.
Consort Tian Shu stared blankly at Jinghe's headless body in her arms before letting out a piercing scream that echoed like a mother wolf's wail.
The sound was so chilling that it sent shivers down Guan Shubai's spine.
The concubines gasped in unison, and Chang Guiren, screaming, covered her head and face before turning to flee, only to have her legs severed by a soldier at the gate. Blood gushed forth like a burst melon, splattering onto Guan Shubai's dress, the bright red hue glaring and scalding as if it were boiling water.
Meng Zhao Yi stood in shock, hand over her mouth, seemingly unable to believe what was unfolding before her. She crawled backward repeatedly, babbling frantically, “You’re all insane! You’re all insane!”
“You vile wretch!”
Consort Tian Shu’s eyes turned bloodshot. With a sudden lunge, she sprang up, her bloodied hands gripping Guan Shubai's neck as she howled in rage, “You owe me my child! You owe me my child!”
Gu Jin'an's brow furrowed coldly as he swiftly drew his battle knife. With a swift motion, Consort Tian Shu let out a scream as both her hands were severed at the wrists. She collapsed to the ground, writhing and wailing in agony. The onlookers recoiled in horror, retreating in disarray while covering their mouths in sorrow.
Gu Jin'an brushed aside the severed hands from Guan Shubai's neck and retrieved a pristine white handkerchief from his waist. With gentle eyes, he began to wipe her clean and whispered softly into her ear, “No wonder you wouldn’t save them; it turns out they are so malicious toward you. Very well, let me help you kill them all.”
A loud slap echoed through the hall as Guan Shubai struck Gu Jin'an hard across the face.
Gu Jin'an stepped back but did not show anger; instead, he touched his cheek where he had been struck and smiled coldly.
Consort Li had been standing at the back of the crowd but could no longer contain herself. With a thud, she knelt before Gu Jin'an and bowed her head, pleading, “General, spare me! I know where the military token is.”
Gu Jin'an raised an eyebrow. “Where is it?”
Guan Shubai was startled as Consort Li continued, “I once saw Noble Consort Rong keep it in…”
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