The Empress’s Blind Consort: Invincible in Secret

Chapter 63 – The protagonist of the Mandate of Heaven is dead

Meng Qingzhou scratched his ear, thinking he must have misheard.

Gentle and virtuous as descriptors for the Empress?!

That Qin Liuli, whose hands were stained with blood, personally slaughtering over a million lives, commanding thousands of battles, and destroying dozens of countries, had a gentle and virtuous side?

Nonsense!

"You're not running a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?" Meng Qingzhou pressed the back of his hand to Dongfang Liuli's forehead, puzzled.

Dongfang Liuli slapped Meng Qingzhou's hand away, scolding angrily, "You blockheaded slacker!"

Seeing Meng Qingzhou's reaction and his evaluation of the Empress, Dongfang Liuli knew it wasn't the right time to reveal her identity.

If she laid all her cards on the table now, it could end in disaster.

'When we return to the capital, I must change his perception, make him develop a fondness for the Empress, or at least not be so resistant.'

Dongfang Liuli made a firm resolution in her heart.

Meng Qingzhou rubbed his nose, puzzled, wondering what kind of attitude Dongfang Liuli held towards the Empress.

'I've already made it clear that I have no interest in the Empress, so why is she still unhappy? Didn't she catch my hint?'

'Liuli can't be that dense...'

Just then, a rapid knocking on the door interrupted Meng Qingzhou's thoughts.

"Doctor Meng, open the door quickly! A batch of plague patients' conditions have worsened, and many of the foreign tribe members have died!"

A familiar voice came through—it was the seraph girl, Lian Yue.

Hearing this, Meng Qingzhou hurriedly opened the clinic door. A strong stench hit his nose, and the air was filled with the sound of agonized screams.

It felt like stepping into a hellish dungeon.

A group of foreign tribe members were enveloped in black mist, their bodies rotting, their divine souls dim and lifeless. Some even had three heads and six arms, with faces covered in countless eyes.

Lian Yue stood to the side, her expression anxious and uneasy.

"What happened?" Meng Qingzhou asked.

Lian Yue, her face filled with anger, replied, "It's all because of that unscrupulous fake doctor. Yesterday, he treated the city's residents, but instead of improving, their conditions worsened rapidly!"

"Fake doctor? Where is he?" Meng Qingzhou was surprised.

This wasn't mentioned in the original story. Although the plot had already deviated, the Ancient Divine City was supposed to be unaffected by the main storyline.

Lian Yue, recalling the two fake doctors who had caused havoc in the city, became even more furious. "They were humans who sneaked into the Ancient Divine City a few days ago. Hearing about the plague, they volunteered, claiming they could cure it."

"But they turned out to be frauds! They've been captured and imprisoned in the dungeon, awaiting execution!"

Meng Qingzhou was shocked.

Goodness! If they couldn't cure it, they were going to be executed?

Even if they didn't succeed, they at least tried with good intentions. Besides, the calamity of the gods wasn't a plague; it was a divine catastrophe. It's normal not to be able to cure it.

Even Sister Qiong, the City Lord, was helpless against the calamity, relying on her immense life force to endure it.

No wonder the Ancient Divine City was considered a forbidden zone for humans. Now it seemed the ancients were right.

"It doesn't feel like a plague; it seems more like a divine catastrophe recorded in ancient texts," Dongfang Liuli frowned, uncertain.

Meng Qingzhou chuckled, "You're overthinking it. If it were a divine catastrophe, how could a mere mortal like me handle it?"

Luckily, she only had a vague understanding; otherwise, my identity as a Sword Saint might be at risk!

Dongfang Liuli nodded, "You're right. Maybe I'm overthinking it."

"By the way, what are the names of those two human doctors?" Dongfang Liuli suddenly asked.

The seraph girl furrowed her brow, thinking for a moment, then said, "One is called Zhao Gou, and the other... Wang Teng!"

Upon hearing this, both Meng Qingzhou and Dongfang Liuli fell silent, deeply shocked.

"What's wrong?" Lian Yue blinked in confusion.

Dongfang Liuli's star-like eyes turned icy cold as she said indifferently, "So Zhao Gou and Wang Teng disappeared because they sneaked into the Ancient Divine City."

As for why Zhao Gou and Wang Teng infiltrated the city, it wasn't hard to guess.

They were likely after the city's terrifying power, hoping to use it to oppose the Great Jin Dynasty and overthrow the Empress.

"Two fools, they played themselves to death," Dongfang Liuli sneered disdainfully.

Meng Qingzhou remained silent, his mind in turmoil.

What the hell!?

The Mandate of Heaven protagonist is going to die!?

And in such a pathetic, hasty manner, being dragged to the execution ground by foreign tribe members...

Suddenly, Meng Qingzhou seemed to realize something, rubbing his chin as he thought to himself:

'If I remember correctly, Zhao Gou's Luck Value was only 500.'

'When Luck Value drops below 1000, one loses the protection of the Heavenly Dao. The system notified me yesterday that the protagonist's Luck Value was 500, and today he's sentenced to death, awaiting execution...'

'So, the one who killed the overpowered protagonist was actually me and an unknown good Samaritan??'

Meng Qingzhou's mind went blank, questioning his reality.

The overpowered protagonist is almost dead, and next, will it be the end of the world, with me buried alongside?

"No, someone will definitely save him at the execution ground, or at the last moment, the overpowered protagonist will explode with power, fighting his way out of the city."

"Falling into a low point, suddenly awakening, recalling bonds with close friends, finally exploding with power and counterattacking, ending with a spectacular scene! Yes, that sounds right."

At that moment, a messenger approached the seraph girl, Lian Yue, whispering a report and handing her a jade slip.

Lian Yue nodded slightly, signaling the messenger to leave.

"We just received news that the two unscrupulous doctors have been executed, their divine souls crushed."

Meng Qingzhou fell silent again, his mind completely blank.

What the hell!?

They're dead??

Lian Yue opened the jade slip, playing a recording, explaining, "This is a message left by Zhao Gou and Wang Teng before their execution."

She then projected the recording into the sky for the foreign tribe members to see.

Seeing this, the foreign tribe members, who had suffered greatly because of Zhao Gou, cheered and applauded, feeling justice had been served.

Dongfang Liuli glanced sideways, her gaze cold and uninterested.

In the recording, Zhao Gou and Wang Teng, disheveled and haggard, wearing white prison clothes, were dragged to the execution ground by two towering foreign tribe members.

Two guillotines, like towering mountains, exuded a chilling killing intent. The tiger heads on the guillotines looked at the two, their voices booming, "State the names of the condemned."

"Zhao Gou."

"Wang Teng."

Zhao Gou and Wang Teng, covered in wounds, their divine souls on the brink of extinguishing, looked deranged, as if they had endured countless tortures.

They were pressed onto the guillotines by foreign tribe soldiers.

Just as the blades were about to fall, Zhao Gou's eyes turned red, and he roared, "Empress' Husband! Empress! Even as a ghost, I won't let you go..."

Wang Teng was even more desperate, crying and begging, "Lord, save me! I'm the Minister of War of the Great Qian Dynasty, you can't kill me!"

Then, as the blades fell, their roars and pleas were abruptly silenced.

Meng Qingzhou listened intently, and upon hearing Zhao Gou still cursing the Empress' Husband before his death, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, muttering to himself:

"The unknown good Samaritan who has been fighting the overpowered protagonist and ultimately blew him up was actually the Empress and her husband."

See, I knew it had nothing to do with me!

Look, this is irrefutable evidence! Zhao Gou didn't mention my name once before he died.

I'm still doing pretty well as a slacker.

Dongfang Liuli couldn't help but glance at Meng Qingzhou, her expression strange, wanting to laugh but holding back.