The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 249 - 219, Eunuch Hai, why have you not appeared yet? When will you?

"Why worry?"

Outside the pavilion, by the pondside.

The empress in white held a heavy celadon pot in her delicate hands.

Her almost translucent, jade-green fingers hovered above the water surface, gently stirring it, as fish food scattered through the gaps.

Ripples spread out like rain falling, and the pond’s koi fish hurried to the surface, opening their mouths to gulp oxygen.

Mo Chou said:

"Since the Thousand Faces God began assassinating officials from the Imperial Faction, you secretly ordered the Imperial Guard to scatter and monitor certain key figures, even preemptively investigating their social relationships...

After all, the rebels are adept at disguised assassinations, often targeting close associates; the better the disguise, the more they need to surveil and stake out in advance, creating ’traceable clues.’"

"Master Zhao being on the list meant the You family was included in the Imperial Guard’s surveillance scope, hence uncovering the so-called young master of the Lv family, Lu Baifeng, whose identity became suspect.

The You family reserved the whole Drunken Moon Inn yesterday, today Master Zhao went to South City... there might well be a trap waiting."

She spoke for a while, then suddenly realized and said:

"Your Majesty, could it be that you have already made arrangements, which is why you aren’t worried?"

Xu Zhenguan, serene like a fairy, looked down at the dozens of koi fish beneath her.

Instead of directly answering, she said:

"Previously, reports from the Jianghu Shadow Guards stated that this Thousand Faces God is meticulous in his actions, a quintessential assassin who always prepares thoroughly. Since he rose to fame, he rarely fails, retreating if unsuccessful.

Therefore, in the Jianghu, few people actually know the extent of his martial prowess, knowing only he belongs to the Divine Chapter Realm, akin to both a Martial Artist and a Magician.

Apart from his otherworldly disguise skills, he also possesses a weapon listed among the top hundred in the Jianghu weapons chart.

It’s said to be either a sword or an umbrella, and it has some connections with the White Clothes Sect, who worship the ’Sorrow God’ and excel in curses.

This weapon can make the cursed person’s luck worsen, their mind dull, and bereft of vigilance. Whenever he assassinates significant figures, he often curses them at least seven days beforehand to expose their flaws…

The fourth disciple of Heavenly Master Zhang is concurrently studying two deities, manipulating and changing fortunes, seemingly quite accomplished."

Mo Chou remarked:

"Such a mere Divine Chapter Cultivator, yet Your Majesty remembers him so clearly. This is indeed his honor."

Xu Zhenguan sighed lightly and said:

"If this man is not eliminated, it would not be the fortune of the court officials."

Mo Chou said:

"Since Your Majesty has made preparations, if he appears today, he will certainly be captured, easing the recent turmoil in the court."

Xu Zhenguan remained silent, whether he could be captured or not, she did not know.

Yet, she was suddenly very curious whether the little Imperial Guard felt fear and how many moves he could withstand against his opponent.

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"Thousand Faces God!"

Inside the Drunken Moon Inn, invisible curse energies swirled through the air.

It is said no one has ever seen the true face of the Thousand Faces God, but at this moment, how could Zhao Douan not guess?

A myriad of clues converged in his mind, his understanding crystallizing.

His face expressionless, he said:

"So you are the nobleman’s son that You Zhande met on the way to the capital, the one who guided him today into this trap?"

Previously, he didn’t pay much attention to this minor detail reported by his subordinates, but unexpectedly, it was connected to the Kuangfu Society rebels.

From this reverse conjecture, this new Branch Leader must have been plotting against him even before entering the capital.

However, perhaps considering the fate of the Cold Frost Sword, he did not rashly assassinate but used the identity of "Lu Baifeng" to befriend You Zhande, laying down this plot.

Only then did he begin methodically assassinating officials one by one, drawing everyone’s attention away.

And today, when his plan came to fruition.

"Responding quite swiftly," the Thousand Faces God scrutinized him with a smirk, as if seeing through his thoughts, proudly said:

"You guessed correctly. My first target this time is indeed you. These days, killing those underlings was both to create confusion and distract the court’s focus, and to lower your vigilance.

Heh, through those blood-written messages, making you think I intended to use someone else to kill someone, the more you think this way, the less you’d anticipate me coming to kill you."

His condescending gaze carried a sneer:

"I thought, even with all these schemes coupled with empowered curses, it would still be challenging to lure you in, but you’re more gullible than I expected, of course, thanks to these relatives of yours’ assistance."

On the ground.

You Zhande was stunned.

His mind roared, piecing together what happened through their conversation.

The Thousand Faces God... he obviously knew him, the rebel assassin famously discussed in the city these past days.

Yet he never imagined the rebel was right by his side... and even earlier on the road to the capital, the opponent had already calculated to get close to him... it was laughable that he had believed him to be genuine, inadvertently became a tool, unknowingly.

As for the You family and the corpulent youth, they had already fainted.

Zhao Douan stood at the stairway entrance, seemingly not facing the fear of a life-and-death crisis, or perhaps feigning calm:

"You’re so confident, you can kill me? Last time, Cold Frost Sword was also like this, showing off triumphantly in front of this official."

The Thousand Faces God, interested, said:

"I’m also curious how you managed to kill him last time. Also, he carried the Void Illusion Scroll, it is with you now, right? Just hand it over obediently, and I’ll let you die a swift death... Eh."

At this point, he raised his eyebrows.

Finding that under the illness state bestowed by the curse, the physical condition of the court’s loyalist in front of him was not rapidly deteriorating.

Instead, it had stabilized, still weak but withstanding the power of the "Sorrow God."

"Is it because of the martial arts heritage of the Great Yu Grand Ancestor?"