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Attila thought the emperor in front of him was interested in the beauty, and he was delighted and said, "Your Majesty, please come and see."

Following the envoy's gesture, a beautiful woman dressed in Western-style clothing slowly walked into the hall. She wore a golden crown on her head, a light veil on her body, and a veil on her face, full of exotic charm.

The beauty had a graceful gait, and every step seemed like dancing, attracting the attention of everyone present.

"Aila, I pay my respects to His Majesty." The beauty was not only beautiful, but also had an extremely gentle voice, and the ending tone was alluring, which made the hearts of the surrounding courtiers flutter.

Chu Jun watched Mo Heng's expressionless face from the corner of his eye, but in fact his hands had begun to become dishonest. Intent on teasing him, he said to the exotic beauty below, "No need to be polite. Lift your head and let me see your appearance."

Hearing this, Ayla gently lifted her veil, revealing a face of exquisite beauty. Her eyes were like autumn water, her skin was as white as snow, and her red lips parted in a shy smile. It was enough to stir any man's heart.

The ministers around her couldn't help but immerse themselves in Ailah's appearance, and their hearts relaxed and their vigilance dropped.

Suddenly, Aila's eyes changed, and a sharp dagger slipped out from her long sleeves. She rushed towards Chu Jun at lightning speed. The guards around her were unable to protect her and watched as the tip of the dagger pointed directly at Chu Jun's chest.

Chu Jun reacted quickly and dodged to the side, allowing the dagger to pass by him, only scratching his sleeve and breaking the silk thread on his clothes, but it did not affect the emperor's demeanor at all.

Li Yu quickly came to his senses and shouted, "Someone, come and protect me!"

The imperial guards gathered around Chu Yun from all directions.

Aila was not willing to give up after missing the first strike, and regardless of the approaching guards, she launched another attack, changing the direction of the dagger and striking towards Chu Yun's heart.

"Your Majesty, be careful." Mo Heng looked like he had just recovered from his shock. He grabbed Chu Yun's arm and pulled it behind him, wanting to use his body to block Aila's attack.

Aiila's strength had been transmitted to the tip of the knife and could not be retracted. The dagger was about to pierce Mo Heng's shoulder.

In Chu Jun's eyes, Aiila's speed was extremely slow. He watched the trajectory of the knife tip gradually touch Mo Heng.

However, he would never let Mo Heng get into trouble in front of him. He just exerted a little force on his hand and switched positions with Mo Heng in front of his surprised eyes. Then he turned sideways and kicked the assassin in the chest, instantly saving both of them from danger.

"Ah!" Aiila was trained as an assassin since childhood and never thought that one day she would be hurt so easily by a spoiled emperor.

Chu Yun was truly filled with rage, not only towards Mo Heng who had stood in front of him without regard for his own safety, but also towards anyone who had put Mo Heng in danger.

Aila felt dizzy and her vision was blurred. The dagger in her hand had long flown away. She watched a bright yellow figure walking slowly towards her with a sword in hand.

"Who sent you?" The other party's voice was cold and indifferent. It was the target of her assassination.

"Ahem... Ha! Isn't it obvious who I followed? The little emperor." Aila said sarcastically.

The time has come for her to burn her boats. Regardless of whether her assassination attempt succeeds or fails, the only way out is death.

Chu Jun looked at Ai La's fearless eyes and knew that she would never tell the truth, so he didn't want to say anything more to her.

The sword in his hand was a random one he had picked up from a guard. It wasn't particularly valuable, but it was certainly sharp enough. Wielded by the young emperor, it seemed to have become a legendary weapon, passed down through the ages.

The sharp blade cut through the beauty's fair skin, and bright red liquid splashed onto the white marble floor. The emperor holding the sword was not spared.

Blood flowed from the corners of Chu Yun's eyes, like bright rubies, dotted on his face, making him look particularly enchanting and crazy.

The excessive blood flowing out of the body naturally made the person on the ground lose his breath. Chu Jun was not affected by the corpse in front of him. He threw the blood-dripping sword to the ground "absurdly" and turned his head expressionlessly and walked in front of Mo Guijun.

Mo Heng was thrown to the ground because of Chu Jun's previous behavior, and then he kept kneeling on the ground. The hairpin on his head was slightly crooked, and his collar was slightly messy, making him look a little embarrassed and pitiful.

Chu Jun met Mo Heng's increasingly passionate gaze and said, "My beloved concubine must have been frightened. Please go back to the palace and rest for a while."

Then he turned around and told Li Yu, "Li Yu, send Mo Guijun back to the palace."

"Yes." Li Yu accepted the order and walked to Mo Heng's side. "My lord, please follow me and leave first."

Mo Heng seemed not to have heard Li Yu's words. He sat up straight, raised one hand, and stretched it to the side of Chu Jun's face, wanting to wipe away the drop of blood for him.

Chu Jun slightly sidestepped Mo Heng's movement, her tone slightly cold and tinged with anger: "My beloved, please leave first. I will accompany you later."

The little emperor looked at him with a cold look, completely different from his usual tenderness and love. However, it did not dampen Mo Heng's heart, but instead made him gradually excited.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on Chu Yun's, and he said softly, "Your Majesty, I obey your command."

Then he stood up obediently and left the Hall of Supreme Harmony accompanied by Li Yu.

The ministers in the audience witnessed this drama in front of the throne and were unable to recover for a long time.

Both the assassin's sudden attack and the emperor's decisive move of beheading the assassin with a sword were caught off guard.

Alati, who had been kneeling on the stage and hadn't had time to stand up yet, was the first to react. He burst into tears and crawled towards Chu Jun, explaining, "Your Majesty! This matter has nothing to do with our Western Kingdom! Your Majesty! The Western Kingdom and Chu Kingdom have been friends for a hundred years. We have never had any hostility, let alone any intention of assassination!"

The guards in the palace had quickly blocked all exits at this time. The people in the palace had long since quieted down. The atmosphere in the hall was solemn, and only Arati's voice echoed.

All the ministers reacted and knelt on the ground, waiting for Chu Jun to speak.

"Whether this matter is related to the Western Country, I will find out. Come, arrest the envoys and their entourage and interrogate them strictly." Chu Jun's tone was calm, and there was no expression on his face. Such momentum was enough to make anyone ignore his overly dazzling appearance, and only feel the majesty of the royal family, and be shocked in their hearts.

When Arati was taken away by the guards, his face was ashen and he had no intention of resisting at all.

His original intention in bringing the beauty with him was to establish a deeper connection with the State of Chu so as to help the Western State escape from its suffering.

Now, it is unknown which party has replaced the beautiful woman who was presented as a concubine with an assassin. After this incident, let alone making peace with the State of Chu, it is hard to say whether the State of Chu will attack the State of West.

'It's over, it's all over.'

Attila felt that he had failed to live up to the expectations of his own monarch far away in the West. He was extremely sad and angry, but he could do nothing about it.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, even though the Western envoys had been taken away, the ministers who remained in the palace were still kneeling on the ground, and no one dared to move.

Chu Yun's actions completely shattered the image he had in everyone's mind. It was like a usually easy-going person had his taboos touched, and his outer mask was torn off, and he was too lazy to act with them anymore.

"My dear Minister Lin." Chu Jun sat back on the dragon throne, glanced at the ministers below the stage, and said in a deep voice.

"I'm here." Lin Chengzhen, who was named by Chu Yun, hurried forward and knelt respectfully in front of Chu Yun.

Chu Yun looked at the long-bearded middle-aged man in front of him, supported his head with one hand, and said, "I will leave this matter to you, my dear minister, to investigate. I believe you will give me a satisfactory answer."

"I will definitely live up to your Majesty's trust." Lin Chengzhen suppressed his excitement, knelt down to Chu Yun again and accepted the order.

"I think all of you dear ministers are also frightened by the assassin. Let's end the palace banquet here today. If there is anything, we can discuss it in court tomorrow." After Chu Jun said this, he stood up and had no intention of saying anything more to the court officials.

"Long live my emperor."

As everyone knelt and kowtowed, Chu Yun was protected by the imperial guards and slowly left the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"Go to Yong'an Palace." Chu Yun sat on the sedan chair and gave the order.

After dealing with all the irrelevant people, he still had some matters to settle with Mo Heng.

Li Yu was still beside Mo Guijun. Serving beside Chu Yun was another young eunuch. It was his first time facing the emperor's majesty, and he was terrified: "Get up~"