The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

"Zheng."

The sound of clashing weapons came from beside Su Fuying's ears.

A sharp sword knocked a dart to the ground.

Su Fuying turned her head and saw that someone was attacking her from behind. However, the person was too fast, and she was surrounded by four or five people. She had already turned to the side to catch the dart with her shoulder to reduce the damage.

Seeing that his scheme had been exposed, Ren Long was furious and roared at the newcomer, "Who are you to dare to oppose my Ren family?"

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, his face burning with embarrassment, he continued, "Old Shan, go find him for me. I'm going to dig up his ancestral grave."

Lao Shan was the middle-aged man who had just launched the sneak attack. He had been following the Second Young Master for over a decade and was naturally obedient, even though he knew that the person who had just attacked was unfathomably skilled in martial arts.

"Ah."

A barely perceptible chuckle came from the other end of the street, particularly jarring in the quiet daytime, followed by the clatter of horses' hooves approaching from afar.

He couldn't see the person on the horse clearly, but Ren Hu's legs were already trembling and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

In this capital city, who else but the Ren family rides along on horseback?

As the visitor approached, Ren Long's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, shouting, "Your subject pays respects to the Regent, may you live a thousand years!"

Upon hearing this, even Ren Hu, who was lying on the servant's lap with a pale face, immediately turned over and knelt on the ground trembling, no longer caring about the pain in his body.

The people hiding inside the house quickly ran out, knelt on the ground, and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

Su Fuying looked up at the man. He was tall and imposing, wearing a dark-colored long robe with bound sleeves, a delicate jade belt around his waist, and gold-embroidered cloud boots. He exuded an aura of nobility and mystery.

Looking at his face, his features were sculpted, with distinct contours, sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly pursed lips, revealing a hint of unruliness and indifference.

His deep eyes, in particular, were like an abyss, drawing people in and making them unable to escape. The red cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye added a touch of bewitching allure, making his face even more vivid and captivating.

At this moment, he sat astride a tall, magnificent horse, his posture upright and his bearing imposing. His face was expressionless, as cold and aloof as a demon from hell, making it impossible for anyone to look him in the eye.

He looked down at everyone with an air of superiority, as if he controlled everything in the world. The innate aura of authority between his brows inspired awe in everyone, making even their breathing cautious.

Seeing everyone around her kneel down and bow their heads, Su Fuying slowly bent her knees, but before she could kneel down, she heard the man's cold voice say, "Get up."

The group breathed a sigh of relief. Before Su Fuying could kneel down, she stood up again and felt the gaze coming from above. When she looked up, she met a pair of eyes that were like whirlpools, almost drawing her in.

Then his gaze shifted to the Regent!

What an imposing aura! Is this the aura of a king? It's terrifying.

Su Fuying couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"Your Majesty."

A man dressed as a guard arrived late behind the regent and rode his horse to a stop behind the man.

Seeing the mess on the ground, the guard said coldly, "Who dares to try and become my prince's father? And even dare to dig up the regent's ancestral graves?"

After a barrage of questions, Ren Long's legs, which hadn't even been on their own yet, buckled again. His face turned pale, and his lips trembled as he stammered, "Your Majesty, this humble subject... this humble subject didn't know you were the Regent, that's why I dared to speak so arrogantly. Please, Your Majesty, spare my life."

The man didn't say a word, but coldly watched the scene before him. His guard continued, "Those who defy their superiors shall die."

As he spoke, he raised the bow and arrow in his hand and aimed it at Ren Long's head.

Upon seeing this, Ren Long trembled and retreated. A foul, fishy stench wafted out. Following the smell, the man who had been so arrogant just moments before was now unable to utter a complete sentence, and yellow, unidentified substances dripped from his legs onto the ground.

Su Fuying subconsciously took a step back; how disgusting.

Ren Long was truly terrified. He knew that the Regent could take his life with just a glance, and he did not want to die.

Seeing that there was no way forward, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Regent, I am the son of the Grand Tutor and the younger brother of the Empress. Do you really dare to kill me?"

However, the man on horseback didn't even glance at him, as if he were nothing more than an ant. Just then, the guard beside him released his grip on the arrow, and the released arrow, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, shot towards Ren Long with astonishing speed.

With a muffled thud, the arrow pierced through a large head and finally landed on the building behind it.

But that person wasn't Ren Long, it was Ren Hu.

Bright red blood streamed down his forehead, dripping onto the cold, hard ground, splashing up crimson blossoms. His eyes revealed despair and disbelief.

His eyes widened to an unprecedented degree, as if he couldn't accept what was happening before him. He probably never imagined that his second brother, who had always been so obedient and doting on him, would use him as a shield in his final moments, pushing him into the abyss of death.

His obese body collapsed limply to the ground with a dull thud. The sound seemed to mock Ren Hu's fate and judge his life's misdeeds.

Su Fuying stood aside, watching the scene with cold indifference. Her heart was filled with anger and disgust; she wished she could kill such a despicable person with her own hands.

Just as he turned to see the Regent's reaction, "whoosh!"

A sharp sword flew past her ear, severing a lock of her hair. Su Fuying was startled and looked in the direction of the arrow. Ren Long, who should have died, was still alive because the old man named Ashan had blocked the fatal blow for him.

Even with his internal energy to resist, the sword still pierced through his chest.

"Sinan."

The man finally spoke, his brows furrowing with impatience, "Go back and receive your punishment."

Si Nan remained expressionless, though he was inwardly quite distressed. Who knew this person was as slippery as an eel, so difficult to kill?

He was still resentful because he had to go back to receive his punishment. Just as he was about to shoot the last arrow, he cried out, "Spare his life!"

An old eunuch rode up on a small pony at breakneck speed, nearly falling off his horse as he approached.

Seeing that it was an acquaintance, Su Fuying reached out to help him up. After dismounting and regaining his footing, Eunuch Gao thanked Su Fuying, saying, "Thank you, young master."

Without delay, he immediately pulled out an imperial edict from his sleeve, "Issue His Majesty's edict, Ren Long, to obey."