The most slutty and sexy girl, Sister Min

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In the third year of the Jingyan era of the Southern Song Dynasty, on the island of Yezhou, near Leizhou Prefecture.
An antique-style room, a bed carved with dragons and phoenixes. But at this moment, a piercing cry, like a night's howl, rang out, "His Majesty... has passed away!"
The civil and military officials, palace maids, and eunuchs were instantly thrown into panic, weeping incessantly.
On the dragon bed, the eleven-year-old Emperor Duanzong of Song, Zhao Shi, lay emaciated, his eyes sunken, his face bluish-purple, already lifeless.
Before the bed, his most favored personal maid, Ying'er, knelt trembling, two lines of clear tears silently sliding down her cheeks.
The young emperor was the one who truly doted on her.
"Hiss..."
Just as Ying'er was heartbroken, the seemingly lifeless Emperor Duanzong of Song, Zhao Shi, suddenly sat up, his eyes wide open, as if he had risen from the dead.
The chief eunuch, Li Yuanxiu, who was wailing beside him, stretched his neck out like a rooster being strangled, staring incredulously at Zhao Shi who had sat up. His shrill cry was instantly choked in his throat, emitting only a gurgling sound. The imperial physicians nearby looked as if they had seen a vengeful ghost.
The wailing in the room quietly stopped, and an extremely eerie atmosphere gradually spread.
Several timid nobles had already turned to run away.
"A...a...a..."
Li Yuanxiu uttered the word "a" several times, but couldn't finish the word "a corpse rising from the dead."
During the Southern Song Dynasty, the belief in ghosts and gods was particularly prevalent.
"This is...the underworld?"
Zhao Shi on the bed glanced stiffly at everyone in the room, his eyes filled with sorrow and hatred.
"A corpse has risen from the dead!"
Li Yuanxiu's hoarse voice finally uttered this extremely offensive word, and the civil and military officials and nobles in the room panicked and ran out, screaming incessantly.
Only Ying'er rushed into Zhao Shi's arms, hugging him tightly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you're not dead!"
Zhao Shi was stunned.
Your Majesty?
To be precise, not Zhao Shi, but Zhao Dongting.
Zhao Dongting looked at the extremely delicate and beautiful classical woman in his arms, crying her eyes out, and felt his mind go blank.
Filming? Film crew? What kind of film is this?
He had overdosed on sleeping pills, shouldn't he be dead?
But if this is the underworld, then the soft and warm body of the beauty in his arms is so real. How can a ghost have body temperature?
"Beautiful lady..."
Zhao Dongting called softly, tentatively asking, "Excuse me, where is this? Hengdian World Studios?"
Ying'er looked up, her bright, watery eyes full of doubt and worry, "Your Majesty... what's wrong? This is your palace!"
As for Hengdian World Studios, she naturally didn't understand anything about it.
Zhao Dongting frowned. "Beautiful lady, stop acting. Tell me, where is this?"
He looked around the room. "Huh? Where's the cameraman? Where's the director? Playing a zombie, even the cameraman's gone?"
Tears welled in Ying'er's eyes again. She knelt hastily before the bed. "Your Majesty, you...you're still recovering from your illness. Could it be a stroke?"
Zhao Dongting looked down and saw the glimpse of white skin peeking out from Ying'er's chest, exposed by her bra. He was stunned.
He finally realized something was wrong.
Filming couldn't be done without a cameraman and director, and he noticed his voice had become extremely childish.
"I..."
"You..."
He tried to say two more words, his eyes filled with confusion. He got out of bed and walked to the bronze mirror in the room. Looking in the mirror, he was completely dumbfounded.
He was originally a young man, but in the mirror, he was a sickly-looking child of about ten years old.
Had he transmigrated?
He rubbed his face vigorously, feeling a burning pain.
Looking at his own body again, even if his face could be disguised, could his body change?
Had he really transmigrated? And become an emperor?
It took Zhao Dongting a long time to come to his senses.
He had built a media company worth tens of millions from scratch, but in the end, he was swindled out of everything by his beloved and his best friend, and was even forced to swallow an entire bottle of sleeping pills. He died unwillingly, never expecting that he would transmigrate after death.
Although this was too unbelievable, his face, body, and even his voice had completely become those of a child. What else was impossible?
Zhao Dongting turned around and looked at Ying'er, who was looking at him with worry and fear. He sighed softly, "What did you call me...?"
Ying'er hesitated and answered, "This servant, this servant calls you Your Majesty..."
"What is my name?" Zhao Dongting asked again.
Ying'er buried her head in the ground, her voice trembling with tears, and said, "This servant dares not address Your Majesty by your name."
Zhao Dongting waved his hand and said, "It's alright, I'll let you speak, so I certainly won't blame you."
After saying that, he suddenly felt a headache coming on, and a deep weariness washed over him. "What kind of sickly emperor is this?"
He quickly moved to the bed and lay down.
Ying'er's beautiful eyes followed him the whole time. Seeing him lie down on the bed, she hurriedly got up to tuck him in. The five-clawed golden dragon embroidery on the quilt was exquisite and flowing, shimmering in the light.
Zhao Dongting still felt quite lucky. Although he had become a child and was ill, having such a beautiful maid was a blessing, wasn't it?
Looking at Ying'er's flawless face, he coughed lightly twice and said, "You haven't answered my question yet!"
Ying'er frowned slightly, thinking, "Your Majesty used to always refer to yourself as '朕' (Zhen), why have you changed it to '我' (Wo) now?"
She felt that although the Emperor's appearance hadn't changed, there were some inexplicable changes, at least his eyes were different.
"Your Majesty's name is Zhao Shi."
After a couple of seconds of hesitation, Ying'er answered softly.
"Zhao Shi?"
Zhao Dongting wasn't familiar with this name, and his mind began to search for it.
Fortunately, he had graduated from a top university with a degree in history, and although he had entered the business world after graduation, he hadn't forgotten everything he had learned in school.
Zhao Shi left little trace in the long river of ancient history, far less illustrious than the Qin and Han emperors. He was the eighth emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, one of the three emperors of the last Song Dynasty, and died after only two years on the throne.
"How did I end up in this unfortunate little brat's body?"
Zhao Dongting's initial surprise vanished instantly, replaced by a bitter feeling. He then asked, "What year is it now?"
Ying'er's eyes showed even greater confusion, but she still honestly answered, "Your Majesty, it is the third year of Jingyan."
"What month and day?"
"April 15th."
"Holy crap!"
Zhao Dongting cursed angrily, seeing Ying'er's utter astonishment.
April 15th of the third year of Jingyan—wasn't that the day Emperor Duanzong of Song, Zhao Shi, died? He had actually transmigrated into the body of a dead man!
Moreover, historical records state that less than two years after the third year of Jingyan, the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Yuan Dynasty.
Even after time-traveling, he was still destined to be killed by the Yuan army?
Countless curses raced through Zhao Dongting's mind. He then asked Ying'er, "So...is this Qiongzhou Island?"
Ying'er knelt on the ground and nodded gently, "Your Majesty is right."
"It's over...it's over..."
Zhao Dongting felt incredibly bitter. He had hoped to live a comfortable life for decades as an emperor, but now it seemed he wouldn't last long.
The Southern Song Dynasty was now at its end.
Seeing that the emperor hadn't spoken for a long time, Ying'er asked worriedly, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Zhao Dongting snapped out of his reverie, his eyes lighting up as he looked at Ying'er's stunningly beautiful face.
Since he had already transmigrated, he couldn't let it be for nothing. Even being emperor for ten minutes would be nice.
He waved his hand and said, "Go and close the door."
The eunuchs and imperial relatives who had hurriedly fled earlier still hadn't dared to return.
Ying'er was puzzled, but she still took small steps to close the door.
She was incredibly obedient.
When she returned to the bedside, Zhao Dongting patted the empty space beside him. "Lie down and serve me... I need to rest."
"Yes!"
Ying'er responded softly, slowly removing her skirt and lying down beside Zhao Dongting, shyly wrapping herself in the blanket.
Zhao Dongting looked at the snow-white skin peeking out from under Ying'er's bodice and couldn't help but scratch his brow. "Am I going a bit too far?"
"Never mind! I can't let this journey be for nothing."
After a fierce internal struggle, his hand slowly moved towards Ying'er's waist and abdomen.
He touched her.
The soft touch only made Zhao Dongting feel a strong sense of guilt, but at the same time, he felt an unusual excitement.
Ying'er looked eighteen or nineteen years old, not a child anymore. She was originally a bed warmer, so what was wrong with him doing this?
"Your Majesty..."
Ying'er's face was flushed, and even her voice began to tremble. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her nervous appearance was extremely charming.
Zhao Dongting remained silent, his right hand slowly reaching upwards.
Ying'er's body gradually arched, her delicate face buried in the blankets in embarrassment.
"Your Majesty, you...you are still young..."
a soft, muffled voice came from under the blankets.
These words, however, were like a bucket of cold water splashed on Zhao Dongting's forehead.
Damn it!
I've possessed an eleven-year-old brat!
Only then did he realize this.
Hastily withdrawing his hand from Ying'er's body, he lightly slapped himself twice. "Old Zhao, you're a lecherous devil..."
"Ahem!"
Zhao Dongting coughed deliberately, trying his best to appear serious. "I...I just wanted to see if you had the heart to serve me. Well, you...you wait here for now!"
Hearing this, Ying'er shyly crawled out from under the covers, dressed herself, and said, "When Your Majesty is older, Ying'er will serve Your Majesty."
Looking at her adorable, hesitant expression, Zhao Dongting's lustful desire flared up again.
Ying'er was so obedient and possessed a classical beauty. He had never met such a gentle woman in his previous life.
No, I can't let the Southern Song Dynasty perish like this! Zhao Dongting thought fiercely.
Heaven had given him a second chance at life; he was determined not to be a pathetic emperor in the end times, killed before even reaching adulthood. Having transmigrated, he possessed modern knowledge. Even if he couldn't restore the country, he couldn't let the Southern Song Dynasty fall under his control.
Besides, he had a charming maid like Ying'er waiting to be chosen.
As a transmigrator, Zhao Dongting still felt a sense of superiority.
Thinking this, Zhao Dongting immediately said to Ying'er, "Ying'er, summon all the ministers to an audience." His
more than ten years managing a media company in his previous life had instilled in Zhao Dongting a decisive and efficient nature.
He felt his death was somewhat strange. Historically, Zhao Shi had only caught a cold; how could he have died so easily?
Zhao Dongting wanted to find out.
Ying'er nodded slightly and went out.
Soon after, people began to enter. Leading the group was a stunningly beautiful, voluptuous woman in her prime.
The Grand Eunuch Li Yuanxiu's distinctive, hoarse voice rang out, "The Empress Dowager has arrived."
Consort Yang, Emperor Zhao Shi's mother.
With Li Yuanxiu's voice, the image of this woman flashed through Zhao Dongting's mind. Unexpectedly, the mother of his new body was such a beauty.
He slowly sat up from the bed, rubbed his cheeks, and thought: Now that I've transmigrated, I should act like an emperor. In my past life, I was wronged by that woman and died with my eyes wide open in disbelief. Becoming an emperor this time is Heaven's compensation to me.
He didn't care how history would change because of him.
Besides, from the moment he possessed the body of the supposedly dead Zhao Shi, history should have already changed.
When Consort Yang, her face still showing shock, slowly walked to the bedside, Zhao Dongting softly called out, "Mother."
Consort Yang looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, exuding nobility. Although she carried a hint of weariness and sorrow, she still appeared extremely beautiful.
She looked at Zhao Dongting with some suspicion and softly asked, "Shi'er, how are you feeling?"
At this time, belief in ghosts and gods was extremely prevalent. Consort Yang looked at Zhao Dongting, who had come back from the dead, and although he was her own son, she was still somewhat afraid.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I just feel a little weak, but..."
Zhao Dongting said, his gaze sweeping over Consort Yang and then towards the five or six ministers and nobles behind her, none of whom he recognized.
He had not integrated Zhao Shi's memories.
Seeing his hesitation, Consort Yang raised her eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of concern. "What's wrong?"
Zhao Dongting replied, "Your Majesty, apart from you, I seem to remember no one else."
"This..."
Consort Yang was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, before she said to those behind her, "Imperial Physician An, quickly examine the Emperor."
"Yes."
At the very end of the room, an elderly man with a goatee, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Grand Eunuch Li Yuanxiu, hurried towards the bed.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and his face appeared somewhat pale.
Reaching the bedside, he tremblingly extended his hand, "Your Majesty, may I take your pulse?"
Zhao Dongting extended his left hand, feeling somewhat strange. It was just a pulse diagnosis; why was this imperial physician so afraid?
Was he afraid he was a zombie?
He had a hunch that Zhao Shi's death wasn't as simple as a cold.
The room fell silent.
After a few minutes, Imperial Physician An withdrew his hand and bowed to Consort Yang, saying, "Reporting to the Empress Dowager, Heaven has blessed our dynasty. His Majesty is currently fine, only somewhat weak."
Consort Yang's brows furrowed even deeper upon hearing this. "Then why did Shi'er say he only remembered me?"
"This…"
Imperial Physician An hesitated for several seconds before saying, "It's possible that the wind-evil has penetrated to the bone, causing amnesia, but because the Empress Dowager is the most important person in the Emperor's heart, he can still remember her."
Consort Yang, unfamiliar with medicine, couldn't understand the situation and could only nod in skepticism.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she demanded, "Since the Emperor is alright, why did you diagnose him as terminally ill before?"
As the Empress Dowager, her authority was naturally overwhelming.
Two thuds were heard, and Imperial Physician An and the Grand Eunuch Li Yuanxiu both knelt on the ground.
Imperial Physician An trembled, "This humble servant...this humble servant misdiagnosed him, please spare my life, Your Majesty!"
Li Yuanxiu slapped himself repeatedly, "This old servant is confused! This old servant is confused!"
He was the one who had shouted "The Emperor has passed away!" Now, he probably hated Imperial Physician An to the core.
Seeing her son perfectly fine, yet these two claimed he was dead, Consort Yang was already furious. Seeing their lack of a proper explanation only fueled her anger. She waved her hand and said, "Take them away and execute them."
Tears and snot streamed down the faces of Imperial Physician An and Li Yuanxiu as they cried out, "Your Majesty, spare us! Your Majesty, spare us!"
Zhao Dongting, seeing Consort Yang's ruthless killing, felt a chill run down his spine. He thought to himself, "I'm a transmigrator. With Consort Yang in power, if I accidentally reveal anything, and she notices any flaw, wouldn't I be eliminated too?"
The thought sent a shiver down his spine. "
No, I need to seize some power first!"
Zhao Dongting suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Wait!"
Although they were just imperial physicians and eunuchs, it was better than nothing. Zhao Dongting wanted to save their lives so they would pledge their loyalty.
Everyone in the room looked at him with suspicion.
Consort Yang asked, "Shi'er, what's wrong?"
Zhao Dongting replied, "I think Imperial Physician An and the eunuch may have been exhausted from caring for me day and night, leading to a misdiagnosis. Please, Mother, spare their lives."
Consort Yang looked at Zhao Dongting intently for a few moments and said, "Since you say so, Shi'er, then spare these two servants."
But the doubt in her eyes deepened. To be resurrected from the dead and then suffer amnesia was extremely suspicious. However, Zhao Dongting's voice and appearance remained unchanged, and no one could be sure what was going on with him. Consort Yang was equally unsure.
Imperial Physician An and Li Yuanxiu hurriedly kowtowed and thanked him.
The matter was thus considered closed.
Zhao Dongting was preoccupied with the Yuan army and asked, "Gentlemen, what is the current situation between our dynasty and the Yuan army?"
He considered that if things were hopeless, he would secretly slip away.
But when the ministers heard him ask this, they all looked towards Consort Yang.
At this time, Consort Yang was ruling from behind the curtain, holding the reins of military and political power in the Southern Song Dynasty. She was more like a true emperor.
Consort Yang looked deeply at Zhao Dongting and said meaningfully, "Shi'er, you are still young and have just recovered from a serious illness. It's best not to worry about these troublesome matters."
Zhao Dongting had read about Consort Yang's regency in historical records, and hearing this, his heart tightened slightly.
She didn't even let him know the situation of the two armies. Was Consort Yang concerned for him, or was she guarding against him?
He didn't know if his behavior had given anything away, but it was clear that Consort Yang didn't want him to be involved in court affairs.
After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Dongting tentatively said, "Mother, I have just recovered from a serious illness and feel much clearer-headed. As the ruler, I believe it is my duty to concern myself with the affairs of the state."
"This..."
A strange glint flashed in Consort Yang's eyes. Her gaze towards Zhao Dongting lost some of its warmth, and she said indifferently, "Even so, you must wait until you have fully recovered. Don't you agree? Are you not even going to listen to your mother?"
With that, she turned to look at the ministers behind her.
The ministers hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, please take care of your health!"
Zhao Dongting's heart sank slightly, and he dared not try again. Consort Yang was clearly unwilling to relinquish power, and he wondered if she had sensed something was wrong with him.
Zhao Dongting simply said, "I will obey Mother." As
he spoke, he shrank back into the covers, "I am a little tired..."
Consort Yang's eyes were deep. Hearing Zhao Dongting's words, she said nothing more and slowly led the ministers out.
Only Ying'er remained in the room.
Zhao Dongting watched Yang Shufei and the others leave, his mind heavy. He hadn't expected that his transmigration to the Southern Song Dynasty would be so perilous.
Outside, the Yuan army was watching with predatory eyes, and here, Yang Shufei seemed to harbor some suspicion towards him as well.
After all, resurrection was too strange; anyone would find it suspicious.
He couldn't help but wonder, how could he protect himself?
Had he just transmigrated and already had to fight for power with the mother of this body?
But if he couldn't gain power, even if he wasn't killed by Yang Shufei, he would eventually be killed by the Yuan army.
Just as Zhao Dongting was lost in thought, Ying'er softly spoke up beside him: "Your Majesty, please rest. This servant will take her leave."
Zhao Dongting snapped out of his reverie, looking at the delicate face of Ying'er, and couldn't help but say, "Ying'er, could you stay and warm my bed?"
Of course, he ultimately didn't succeed.
Later that night, perhaps worried that the young emperor was too mature for his age and couldn't restrain himself, two young eunuchs were brought in to serve him.
This only made Zhao Dongting extremely frustrated, yet he was helpless.
He naturally had no interest in the two eunuchs, his mind wandering as he gradually drifted off to sleep.
Just as he was half-asleep and drowsy, he heard the two eunuchs whispering to each other.
"What's wrong with His Majesty? How could Physician An's medicine not work?"
"How should I know? Logically, even if Physician An's medicine couldn't kill His Majesty, it certainly shouldn't have cured him."
"Could it be that Physician An secretly disobeyed Lord Yang's orders?"
"Physician An shouldn't have that kind of courage, right?"
"Then..."
"Shh, you're really destined to worry. What does this have to do with us two nobodys? We just need to do what Lord Yang ordered."
"If you poison His Majesty, do we really think we'll survive?"
"I don't know if we'll live or not, but if we dare disobey Lord Yang's orders, we'll die at dawn! Do you want His Majesty to die, or do you want to die yourself?"
"I..."
"Stop talking, go and get the things."
With that, the two eunuchs scurried around the room, doing who-knows-what.
Zhao Dongting suddenly opened his eyes, his heart turning ice-cold upon hearing these words. I wondered how Zhao Shi could have died from a simple cold. It turns out that Physician An had tampered with the medicine. Judging from what these two eunuchs said, a scoundrel surnamed Yang was behind it all.
Internal and external troubles indeed! No wonder the Southern Song Dynasty fell so quickly; its demise was certainly not unjust.
Just then, he heard two young eunuchs approaching.
Zhao Dongting quickly closed his eyes again.
"Your Majesty…Your Majesty?"
Within seconds, the two young eunuchs softly called out to Zhao Dongting by the bedside.
Zhao Dongting slowly opened his eyes, feigning sleepiness, and asked, "What is it?"
The fair-skinned eunuch on his left, looking like a young girl, presented his hands from behind his back like a treasure. "Your Majesty, look what this is!"
He held a roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves, golden-orange in color, glistening with oil, and emitting an enticing aroma.
While roast chicken wasn't a delicacy, the Southern Song court was constantly on the move, and food was naturally scarce. One can imagine how tempting this roast chicken would have been for the original young emperor, Zhao Shi. But the two eunuchs clearly had no idea that the person standing before them was Zhao Dongting, who had traveled from nearly a thousand years in the future, and that Zhao Dongting had even vaguely overheard their conversation.
Knowing full well that the roast chicken was poisonous, how could Zhao Dongting eat it?
But he still feigned surprise and asked, "How did you two get this delicious food?"
The eunuch holding the chicken chuckled, "This servant specially prepared it for Your Majesty to help you recover."
"Loyal! Loyal!"
Zhao Dongting nodded firmly, his eyes full of encouragement as he looked at the two eunuchs.
The two eunuchs secretly laughed, thinking that this young emperor was truly naive and easily fooled; it seemed that relying on Lord Yang was indeed the right thing to do.
At this moment, Zhao Dongting continued, "However, I'm not hungry right now, so you two can have this roast chicken!"
The two eunuchs were instantly dumbfounded. The
eunuch on the right, with a bitter face, said, "Your Majesty, this servant and I specially prepared it for you..."
Zhao Dongting chuckled, "I appreciate it, you eat, you eat!"
"We...we're not hungry either..."
The two eunuchs really didn't know what to say next. The young emperor used to always complain of hunger at night, so why has he suddenly changed his tune?
"Not hungry?"
Zhao Dongting slowly uttered these two words, his eyes suddenly turning cold. "You two dare refuse the rewards I've given you?"
In ancient times, the emperor was supreme, and Zhao Dongting, before his transmigration, was a CEO, naturally possessing immense authority. This sudden outburst of anger truly startled the two eunuchs.
With a thud, the eunuch holding the roast chicken knelt on the ground, almost crying, "Your Majesty, this servant is truly not hungry..."
The eunuch on the right also quickly knelt down.
Zhao Dongting initially wanted to call for the guards outside, but after some thought, he decided against it.
These two eunuchs clearly knew something; he needed to teach them a lesson, to find out who was behind this plot against him.
He slowly sat up from the bed, his eyes fixed intently on the two eunuchs. In the candlelight, his gaze was as cold as the depths of hell.
"This roast chicken is poisoned, isn't it?"
These words immediately startled the eunuch on the left, causing him to drop the chicken he was holding. He was about to cry and beg for mercy.
Harming the emperor was a capital offense; this concept was ingrained in the Song Dynasty.
The two eunuchs had dared to harm Zhao Dongting before, hoping to escape detection. Now that Zhao Dongting had discovered their scheme, they were naturally terrified.
"Silence!"
Zhao Dongting said coldly, his eyes growing increasingly icy. "Who ordered you to harm me? Is Imperial Physician An also your accomplice?"
The two eunuchs knelt trembling on the ground, afraid to speak.
Zhao Dongting slowly continued, "Tell me your mastermind and accomplices, and I... will spare your lives."
The eunuch on the left looked up at Zhao Dongting, his eyes filled with hope, "Your Majesty..."
But the moment he opened his mouth, the eunuch on the right suddenly lunged at the bedside, grabbing Zhao Dongting's neck with both hands.
His eyes were filled with madness, and he muttered urgently, "Hurry up and help! Whether he talks or not, he's still dead! Kill him! Maybe we can live!"
He was desperate.
Zhao Dongting hadn't expected this eunuch to have such audacity, and hurriedly tried to kick him away. However, his body was only eleven years old, and he had been weak and sickly for many years, so he didn't have much strength. Even after several kicks, he couldn't move the young eunuch.
His neck was being tightly gripped, and he couldn't scream.
The young eunuch kneeling on the ground regained his senses, and the will to live completely overwhelmed his conscience. He also pounced on Zhao Dongting like a madman.
Zhao Dongting's face flushed red, and he gradually weakened. His eyes widened, and he thought, "Am I going to die like this?"
He was naturally unwilling to die like this.
A strong will to live surged from the depths of his heart, giving him renewed strength, and he struggled violently.
The dragon bed shook.
Although the two eunuchs had him pinned down, neither noticed that the lamp stand beside the bed was swaying.
"Clang!"
Just as Zhao Dongting's vision began to darken, the lamp finally fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open, and two guards rushed in.
"How dare you!"
Seeing the two eunuchs on the dragon bed, they drew their gleaming swords and ran towards the bed.
Reaching the bed, the two men effortlessly tossed the two eunuchs away with a single hand.
"Cough! Cough!"
Zhao Dongting coughed violently, tears welling in his eyes, his gaze still filled with shock. If the two guards hadn't acted quickly, he feared he would be dead.
Seeing the two guards about to kill the two eunuchs, he hurriedly shouted, "Wait!"
If the two eunuchs died, finding the mastermind behind it would be much more difficult.
The two guards' swords were already at the necks of the two eunuchs when they hastily withdrew their grips. Then, with lightning speed, their hands flew, and in an instant, they used the hilts of their swords to knock the two eunuchs unconscious.
Zhao Dongting was dumbfounded. This…this was a martial arts master!
At this moment, the remaining guards outside rushed in.
The leader was a military officer, burly and imposing, his large, bull-like eyes quickly scanning the scene inside.
The two guards who had knocked the eunuchs unconscious bowed and said, “Deputy Commander, these two eunuchs attempted to assassinate the Emperor!”
Deputy Commander?
Zhao Dongting looked at the military officer. In the late Southern Song Dynasty, a Deputy Commander was still considered a mid-to-low-ranking officer in the Imperial Guard.
Coincidentally, this Deputy Commander was also looking at Zhao Dongting. Seeing Zhao Dongting looking at him, he quickly lowered his head.
He then walked to the two fallen eunuchs and asked coldly, "These are the two?"
The two guards bowed their heads. "Yes!"
In that instant, the deputy captain suddenly drew his sword.
"Watch out!"
Zhao Dongting sensed something was wrong and shouted.
But it was too late.
Two pale, snow-white blades flashed past.
The heads of the two guards, whose martial arts skills were by no means low, rolled to the ground, blood spurting from their necks onto the roof beams and then splattering all over the floor. Only then did their corpses fall to the ground.
The two guards standing at the door hurriedly closed the door. The deputy captain
, his eyes like copper bells, holding his sword and with bloodshot eyes, slowly walked towards Zhao Dongting.
Zhao Dongting's heart sank once more. He hadn't expected the Southern Song court to be in such a chaotic state, with most of the emperor's entourage filled with traitors.
Clearly, apart from the two guards who had just died, the rest of the imperial guards had been bribed.
But he still had to make a last-ditch effort.
His past experiences had taught Zhao Dongting that he should never give up until the very end.
He spoke, "You dare kill me?"
The deputy commander wasn't in a hurry to kill him, coldly replying, "If you don't die, the world will not be at peace. If the world is not at peace, our lives will be in danger!"
"Ha..."
Zhao Dongting laughed bitterly, "What a terrible 'world not at peace'! I'm only ten years old, yet I have to bear the infamy of causing world unrest."
The deputy commander had already walked to the bedside, slowly raising his knife: "It's precisely because you're so young that you deserve to die..."
The gleaming blade reflected the candlelight in the room, inexplicably dazzling.
"Wait!"
Zhao Dongting suddenly raised his hand. "Even if you want to kill me, can you at least let me die knowing why? Who ordered you to commit regicide?"
The deputy commander sneered dismissively. "Telling you is fine too. The one who ordered us to kill you was the current..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
The two guards at the door were caught off guard and fell to the ground.
A beautiful figure stood outside the door. As soon as she appeared, her eyes quickly swept across the room, and then her fair hand danced, two silver lights flashing past.
"Ugh..."
The deputy commander, who had just been so imposing, groaned and instantly fell to the ground, two gleaming silver hairpins sticking out of the back of his neck.
Zhao Dongting was overjoyed and hurriedly shouted, "Ying'er, save me!"
Actually, he didn't need to shout. The other four guards standing in the room had already drawn their swords and were about to attack Ying'er.
But before they could rush towards Ying'er, several more silver lights flashed from Ying'er's hand.
Four guards fell one after another.
Zhao Dongting was dumbfounded.
These guards, selected as the personal guard, were naturally no ordinary soldiers, far more skilled than any common soldier. Even though the Southern Song Dynasty valued literature over martial arts, martial arts were still prevalent. Judging from the speed at which these guards drew their swords, Zhao Dongting knew that even ten of him wouldn't be a match for them.
Yet now, this delicate young girl, Ying'er, had taken them all down in seconds.
Seeing the gleaming silver hairpins around the guards' necks was truly a shock to Zhao Dongting. Such martial arts masters, in modern society, mostly existed only in imagination.
In that instant, Zhao Dongting also felt a strong urge to learn martial arts.
Even if he couldn't become a peerless master, it would be good for his health. Besides, there was a charming lady like Ying'er waiting for his favor; how could he not be in good health?
While Zhao Dongting was still in a daze, Ying'er rushed forward, "Your Majesty, how are you?"
Zhao Dongting smacked his lips and slowly waved his hand, saying, "I...I'm fine."
Ying'er breathed a heavy sigh of relief, then looked at the corpses on the ground, "Your Majesty, they..."
"Which general is currently in charge of the Imperial Guards?" Zhao Dongting's eyes gradually turned cold as he asked.
Ying'er replied, "It's General Su Liuyi."
"Eh?"
Zhao Dongting was slightly surprised, "Isn't Su Liuyi in charge of the Palace Guards?"
During the Southern Song Dynasty, the highest command of the Imperial Guards was "two departments and three offices," the two departments being the Palace Guards and the Imperial Guards. Zhao Dongting remembered that historical records stated that Su Liuyi was "in charge of the affairs of the Palace Guards" at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty; he didn't expect that he was also in charge of the Imperial Guards.
Ying'er nodded gently and said, "Your Majesty, now that our dynasty has been relegated to this place, General Su is in charge of both the Palace Guard and the Imperial Guard."
"Oh..."
Zhao Dongting realized what she meant. Thinking about it, it made sense. Now that the Southern Song court had fallen to the small island of Yanzhou, where would they find so many officials to manage things?
He looked up at Ying'er, wanting her to summon Su Liuyi, but then changed his mind. "Ying'er, go and close the door."
Ying'er looked at Zhao Dongting strangely, wondering what the young emperor was thinking, but she still obediently went to close the door. She felt that since the emperor "came back from the dead," his personality and eyes had changed drastically, which made her feel a little strange. The current emperor really didn't seem like a child.
When Ying'er returned, Zhao Dongting had already gotten out of bed and picked up a goose-feathered dagger. "Ying'er, wake these two eunuchs."
Ying'er went to the two young eunuchs who were still unconscious on the ground, squatted down, and pressed her soft hand against their faces a few times. The two young eunuchs woke up one after another.
However, as soon as they woke up, the two young eunuchs almost wet their pants, because there was a gleaming goose-feathered dagger pressed against their necks.
Zhao Dongting and Ying'er stood next to the two young eunuchs respectively.
The young eunuch with a fair complexion like a girl saw the corpses and blood all over the ground and trembled all over, crying out, "Your Majesty, spare me, spare me..."
Zhao Dongting chuckled, "Speak, who is the mastermind behind this, the so-called Lord Yang?"
Although his voice was childish, it was now filled with a chilling coldness.
The young eunuch, fearing Ying'er would confess, cried out, "Don't say it!"
Zhao Dongting narrowed his eyes and gave Ying'er a look.
Ying'er understood; the delicate girl was clearly used to such bloody scenes, and decisively slit the neck of the young eunuch at her feet.
A stream of urine-smelling fluid wafted from the crotch of the clean-cut eunuch.
Zhao Dongting lowered his voice and said slowly, "I can let you live, I can let you die, or I can make you wish you were dead. Will you speak or not?"
The young eunuch, already timid, could no longer withstand the pressure and said in a tearful voice, "Yes, yes, it's Lord Yang Wanli, the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guards."
The Imperial Guard Command was divided into the Imperial Guards Cavalry Command, the Imperial Guards Infantry Command, and the Palace Guard Command, a subordinate agency of the Palace Guard Command, collectively known as the "Three Commands." As the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards Infantry, Yang Wanli's official rank was naturally not low.
Although Zhao Dongting had no recollection of this man, he could imagine he was a rather important figure in the Southern Song court.
He kicked the eunuch to the ground and said to Ying'er, "Ying'er, tie him up."
Ying'er obeyed without hesitation, taking several belts from the guards on the ground and tying the eunuch to a chair. Then she looked at Zhao Dongting, "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"
Zhao Dongting's calmness made her feel that the young emperor's image had become unprecedentedly lofty.
Zhao Dongting did not answer, but slowly walked back to the bedside and sat down. He pondered for several minutes before saying, "Summon Imperial Physician An to an audience."
Yang Wanli held a high position and great power, while he, the young emperor, was only in name and unclear about the situation in the court. This eunuch alone might not be able to deal with Yang Wanli. Only by arresting Imperial Physician An first, and then having two witnesses, could they have the best chance of taking down Yang Wanli.
Ying'er accepted the order and left the room to give further instructions.
As a royal physician, Imperial Physician An lived not far from the imperial palace, only a few tens of minutes away, and requested an audience outside the gate.
Zhao Dongting instructed Ying'er to open the door and only let Imperial Physician An in.
Imperial Physician An entered the room and saw the corpses scattered throughout. His face instantly paled, turning ashen. "Your Majesty, this is…"
Zhao Dongting slowly stood up and said, "Why is this? Don't you know perfectly well?"
Imperial Physician An's forehead was covered in sweat as he knelt on the ground. "Your Majesty, I… I don't understand."
He seemed genuinely unaware of the truth.
Zhao Dongting, confident in his ability to judge character, could tell whether Imperial Physician An was acting.
He frowned and bluntly stated, "Yang Wanli, the Deputy Chief of the Infantry Guard, instructed you to tamper with my medicine, is that not it?"
"Your Majesty!"
Imperial Physician An looked up at Zhao Dongting, his face filled with shock. In that instant, almost no color remained on his face.
Zhao Dongting pointed to the bound eunuch and abruptly raised his voice, "He has confessed. Why don't you confess?"
"Your Majesty, I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"
Imperial Physician An kowtowed desperately to the ground.
"Hmph!"
Zhao Dongting snorted coldly, "Besides Yang Wanli, who else is your accomplice?"
Imperial Physician An knelt on the ground, his face full of shame, but he said, "This sinful subject does not know."
"Now that things have come to this, you still want to protect them?"
"This sinful subject is ashamed before Your Majesty's grace, but this sinful subject truly does not know."
Without waiting for Zhao Dongting to press further, Imperial Physician An recounted the whole story, "Since Your Majesty fell into the sea and caught a cold, Yang Wanli found this sinful subject and asked him to tamper with your medicine. This sinful subject was filled with righteous indignation, but... but Yang Wanli held my grandson hostage... This sinful subject... begs Your Majesty to grant me death!"
Zhao Dongting felt a chill run down his spine. This Yang Wanli really knew how to tamper with medicine, doing so without anyone noticing.
Zhao Shi's early death must have been caused by this Imperial Physician An's medicine.
If he didn't kill this man, he feared he wouldn't be able to eat or sleep in peace.
He looked down at Physician An and asked, "Did Yang Wanli really kidnap your grandson?"
Physician An replied, "This sinful subject would never dare to speak falsely!"
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Zhao Dongting said heavily, "I will summon Yang Wanli to confront you now. If what you say is true, I will spare your life."
He immediately looked at Ying'er, "Ying'er, go and summon Yang Wanli."
When Ying'er reached the door, he added, "By the way, also invite the Empress Dowager and other key ministers such as Su Liuyi."
Without the Empress Dowager and other powerful figures present, Zhao Dongting was genuinely worried that he wouldn't be able to subdue Yang Wanli. Besides, perhaps there were Yang Wanli's accomplices among them; interrogating Yang Wanli in front of them might reveal some clues.

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