The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

The man who looks exactly like her modern-day boss who betrayed her is finally about to meet the end he deserves!

Wang Xinyao clenched her hands tightly.

Tomorrow, she will find a nearby place to witness her enemy being brought to justice.

Although she knew that the Prince Yu of this era was not the same as her boss in modern society.

But that same face, and the evil deeds he committed against the Crown Prince, made her unable to find peace.

"What about Consort Yin?" she asked in a low voice, suppressing her emotions.

"His Majesty will bestow wine at the same time," Ye Fan replied. "To prevent Yin Yingzi from taking the opportunity to cause trouble, His Majesty has decreed that people in the Crown Prince's residence should avoid going out as much as possible."

"Alright, make the arrangements. Make sure everyone in the manor is safe."

Wang Xinyao solemnly gave the order, then turned to the others and instructed them: "The capital may be in turmoil these days, so please be careful."

She made a quick decision and asked Xie Zhengyi and the others to stay at the Crown Prince's residence temporarily.

After all, the general's mansion was far less heavily guarded than the crown prince's mansion, which not only had elite guards but also a musketeer corps.

As long as the people in the mansion do not go out at will, it will be extremely difficult for outsiders to break in.

Before the wedding, she had to make sure all the relatives and friends who came from Xiejia Village were safe and sound.

Although Xie Zhengyi and the others did not know the specific crimes committed by Prince Yu and Minister Gou, they understood that the execution of a prince was no small matter, and they obediently accepted the arrangement.

Ye Fan immediately sent people to the General's Mansion to bring over Xie Dagang and Li Cuihua's two daughters, Xie Xiaoduo and Xie Yaya.

Wang Xinyao gazed at the deepening twilight outside the window and sighed softly.

Beneath the glitz and glamour of the capital, undercurrents never cease.

And she must protect every bit of warmth she cherishes in this vortex.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became heavy, and the joy of the reunion was overshadowed by the shadow of reality.

Nothing happened that night. The next day, as noon approached, the Meridian Gate of the capital was already packed with people, and the noise was so loud it almost shook the autumn sky.

The officers and soldiers stood in strict formation, their weapons reflecting a cold, sharp light in the autumn sun.

In the center of the execution platform, kneeling were two figures who had once held immense power in the court—Prince Yu, Zhao Yucheng, and Minister of War, Gou Hongying.

Their prison clothes were filthy and their hair was disheveled, a stark contrast to their former imposing appearance.

An old man, leaning on his cane, said with great sorrow, "I never imagined that Prince Yu would be such a hypocrite!"

"Pah! They can even lay a hand on their own nephew, they're worse than pigs and dogs!" The woman next to her spat angrily.

“Our Great Xia Kingdom has very few cultivators to begin with. This is the force to fight against cultivators from other countries. How dare Prince Yu intercept and kill them? He is truly wicked.”

"Your Majesty is wise! Kill these two scoundrels who embezzled disaster relief funds!" Shouts erupted from the crowd.

The angry people picked up the rotten vegetable leaves on the ground and threw them forcefully at the execution platform.

Zhao Yucheng's face was covered in filth, but he still stood up straight. In his eyes, which were very similar to Wang Xinyao's modern boss, there was no trace of remorse, only unfathomable madness.

"Mother..." Zhao Yucheng murmured to himself, his voice hoarse, "You have loved your son for so many years. Even if I am not your biological son, can you bear to watch me die?"

His gaze gradually unfocused, then suddenly sharpened with a terrifying light: "Royal brother! My mother and Empress Dowager are sisters, we are blood relatives, how can you be so heartless!"

He completely forgot how he had treated Crown Prince Zhao Haoxuan; those assassinations and conspiracies were now forgotten.

Gou Hongying, standing to the side, was ashen-faced and trembling like a leaf.

If it weren't for the executioners holding him up on both sides, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

He was unwilling to accept it—he had embezzled so much silver, yet in the end, he had no one to see him off in his final days.

“That poisonous woman… that poisonous woman Yin Zhizi…” he muttered through gritted teeth, his cloudy eyes filled with regret.

If it weren't for her, his son wouldn't have been lost, much less be missing and uncertain of his fate.

What he didn't know was that his son, Yang Hui, was currently being appointed commander of the Imperial Guard in the Miao Kingdom, taking his mother's surname, and never wanting to have anything to do with the Gou family.

In a private room of a teahouse opposite the execution ground, Wang Xinyao stood by the window, her face veiled by a light gauze, her gaze fixed on the execution platform.

Looking at Zhao Yucheng's familiar yet unfamiliar face, the betrayal of the past life and the plotting in this life intertwined in her heart.

Her slender fingers unconsciously tightened, her knuckles turning white.

"All unauthorized personnel, step back!" The loud voice of the executioner, Xu Ping, echoed across the execution ground.

He looked up at the sundial, then abruptly threw down his token: "It's noon! Execute!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two burly executioners took a deep breath and raised their gleaming executioner's blades.

In the sunlight, the blade reflected a blinding, cold light.

suddenly……

"Buzz!" An invisible yet powerful wave of energy spread outwards from the execution platform!

The soldiers and civilians near the execution platform were thrown into chaos!

A dazzling red light shot down from the sky, so fast that it left only a blur.

The red light faded, and a man in a red robe stood on the execution platform, his chilling aura sending shivers down one's spine.

His face was cold and stern. His gaze swept over Zhao Yucheng and Gou Hongying, and his voice was icy: "These two, I, the Holy Son, will take away."

"The Holy Son in Red Robes!" Wang Xinyao's pupils shrank suddenly in the teahouse, and she stood up abruptly.

The teacup in his hand shattered on the ground with a "crack," splashing brown tea everywhere.

"Shoot the arrow!" Xu Ping shouted.

The rain of arrows fell only three feet in front of the red-robed saint.

"The power of an ant."

With a flick of his sleeve, the soldier who rushed onto the stage coughed up blood and flew backward.

"Save me, Venerable One!" Zhao Yucheng cried out hoarsely.

The red-robed saint was furious. If Yin Yingzi hadn't specifically asked him to save this person, he would never have cared about the life or death of this good-for-nothing.

He glanced coldly at Zhao Yucheng: "Where are the cultivators imprisoned in the dungeon?"

"They were all rescued by the Crown Prince!" Zhao Yucheng retorted venomously.

"Useless!" the red-robed holy son scolded, shoving two pills into his hand: "Take these and follow me to fight your way out!"

"Move! We can't let them get away!" Ye Fan shouted from downstairs.

The guards and musketeers of the Crown Prince's residence understood immediately and quickly surrounded the area.

At the same time, he ordered his personal guards to escort the panicked people away: "Quickly! Evacuate to both sides!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Gunshots rang out.

Bullets whistled as they hurtled toward the three people on the stage.

Zhao Yucheng hid behind the red-robed saint and was unharmed, but Gou Hongying was shot in the shoulder and let out a shrill scream.

"Damn it." The red-robed saint removed the bullets that had hit him, put his ten fingers together, and formed a defensive wall.

He quickly untied the two men's ropes and stuffed pills into their hands: "These are pills to enhance your strength. Once you leave here, you can survive."

Seeing that Zhao Yucheng and his companion were about to escape, and that the musketeers' fire was not causing any real damage to the red-robed saint, they realized that the two were about to escape.

Xu Ping roared in exasperation, "Where do you think you're going!"

He struck out with a palm at Zhao Yucheng, but the red-robed man easily deflected it.

"you wanna die!"

Xu Ping was thrown several meters away and coughed up blood.

Wang Xinyao leaped down from the teahouse just in time, and with a palm strike, she just managed to block the Red-Robed Saint's deadly attack aimed at Xu Ping's vital points.

The two forces collided, creating a shockwave.

"Thank you for saving me, Madam," Xu Ping said with difficulty, his face pale.

Wang Xinyao tossed him a healing pill: "Quickly regulate your breathing and recover."

She turned to face the red-robed saint, her voice cold: "Ye Fan, Xu Ping, are you confident you can take down Zhao Yucheng and Gou Hongying? Life or death is no object!"

"Rest assured, Madam!" Ye Fan said decisively, "It's just that you, Madam..."

He looked at Wang Xinyao with concern.

Wang Xinyao calmly said, "We can't let them escape no matter what. If they die, his rescue will have failed."

"Yes, then be careful, Madam!" Ye Fan instantly gripped the sword at his waist, his entire body tensing up.

Xu Ping had recovered somewhat by this time and immediately launched a fierce attack on Zhao Yucheng.

Ye Fan quickly gave the order: "Go to the palace immediately and inform His Highness the Crown Prince!"

“Wang Xinyao…” The red-robed saint slowly turned around, the crimson hem of his robe fluttering in the wind.

"I was wondering who had the audacity, and now I see it's you." A murderous glint flashed in his eyes. "Our old and new grudges will be settled today!"

After saying that, he ignored Zhao Yucheng and Gou Hongying and attacked Wang Xinyao like a ghost.

The palm strike was fierce, carrying an overwhelming force.

Wang Xinyao quickly retreated, her delicate hand reaching out to her waist, and the Phoenix Sword shot out like a serpent from its hole, piercing towards the red-robed saint.

"Is that all you've got?" The red-robed saint sneered, his sleeves fluttering as he easily deflected the sword's edge.

His moves became increasingly ruthless, clearly indicating his intention to capture Wang Xinyao alive.

Wang Xinyao thrust her soft sword swiftly, but could not break through the red-robed man's defense.

After several rounds, the red-robed saint's palm strikes became increasingly fierce and ruthless, forcing her to become slightly out of breath, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead.

"Madam!" Xu Ping wanted to step forward to help, but Wang Xinyao stopped him: "Focus on dealing with Zhao Yucheng!"