Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 389 - 361: Do You Regret It, Xun Xiuyuan?

The Hidden Guard’s eyes widened as he was nailed straight onto the pillar of the suspension bridge.

The startled horse dragged the empty carriage, galloping across the suspension bridge like a whirlwind.

Meng Qianqian paced to the Hidden Guard’s front, meeting his terror-filled gaze, and unhesitatingly pulled out the Red Tassel Spear.

The Hidden Guard collapsed to the ground, his brain matter mixed with blood splattered everywhere.

Meng Qianqian turned around without looking back and walked toward Prime Minister Xun, whom she had flung by the side of the suspension bridge.

By now, he had already stood up from the snow, his sharp gaze fixated on Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian sneered, "Fleeing so fast that you’d even abandon your own son?"

"Well, it’s no surprise. For the foster son who risked his life for you, you discarded him without a second thought. Could anyone still expect you to have a conscience? Am I right, Xun Xiuyuan?"

It was the first time Meng Qianqian had called the Prime Minister by his name, but it felt as if she’d cursed it a hundred times in her midnight dreams filled with hatred.

"Become Emperor? What a grand ambition you had! How did it not bloat you to death?"

"Oh, my mistake— you’re just about to die."

Her tone was light and casual as Meng Qianqian spoke, walking toward him step by step. When there was a seven-step distance between them, she thrust her spear toward his right eye.

He suddenly raised his hand, catching the Red Tassel Spear in a reverse grip and yanked it hard, pulling Meng Qianqian toward him.

He reached out, his hand closing in to seize Meng Qianqian’s throat.

Now!

Meng Qianqian stared directly into his eyes, raising two fingers. "Great Vajra Finger!"

If struck, his eyeball would surely be gouged out completely.

Prime Minister Xun’s gaze shifted, but it was too late to grip Meng Qianqian’s throat. He redirected his hand to intercept hers.

But what he never anticipated was that Meng Qianqian’s left hand was just a feint. It was her right hand, fierce and unrelenting, that stabbed into the vital point on his lower abdomen.

Prime Minister Xun instantly convulsed in pain.

This was a variation of the Miao King’s technique created by Meng Qianqian. Striking the kidneys wasn’t her style, but as a doctor, she knew precisely which acupoints could inflict a fate worse than death.

Prime Minister Xun’s inner strength immediately diminished by thirty percent as he staggered back several steps, his gaze icy as it rested on Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian clapped her hands. "Want to call it deceit? I strike wherever I see fit. You brag about being on the battlefield and yet fail to grasp the principle of all’s fair in war. And you still claim your military merits weren’t fabricated?"

"Military exploits, sons, loyalties— from head to toe, inside and out, tell me, is there anything about you that isn’t fake? Fake achievements, fake appearances, fake top scholar, fake emotions, and fake loyalties. Oh, and I was talking about your legitimate son’s top scholar title. The only true-born heir of yours is an incompetent fool, a weakling you disdain. The illegitimate son you despised, however, may be descended from the Witch Mountain lineage of Miaojiang. Xun Xiuyuan, do you regret it yet?"

Prime Minister Xun’s state of mind was cultivated to be as still as an ancient well for decades, unperturbed by any ripple.

Yet the moment he heard the last sentence, his immovable expression cracked for the first time in eternity.

Meng Qianqian laughed coldly. "Ah, Miaojiang— once within your grasp, and yet you personally pushed it away with your own hands."

Seeing the slight crack in his composure, however faint, filled Meng Qianqian with an exhilarating satisfaction.

"Your entire life, you’ve been scheming, only to eventually fall to your own schemes. Do you really think Lu Yuan had Luo San sent to Miaojiang just to mislead others?"

"Do you know the Luo surname is one of the three major surnames of the witches from Miaojiang Witch Mountain? Lu Yuan sent Luo San there to restore his ancestral lineage."

"The illegitimate son you looked down upon is a descendant of the noble witch priestesses of Witch Mountain. His blood carries the divine essence of Witch Mountain, far from being a lowly bastard!"

"Do you regret it now, Xun Xiuyuan!?"