Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 513: Mu Yan’s Mouth Is Truly Venomous!

Chapter 513: Chapter 513: Mu Yan’s Mouth Is Truly Venomous!

In an instant, the Iron Armor Guards had cut down the Jinghong Guards protecting Si Yun and the Wang Family members.

Mu Yan stepped over the corpse of a Jinghong Guard and walked step by step towards Wang Guoxiang and Si Yun.

Wang Guoxiang, supporting his son Wang Man, saw that the situation was beyond salvage and shouted fiercely, "Mu Yan, if you dare to touch Emperor Qingwu and our Wang Family, you will surely provoke a crusade from the other three nations!"

Mu Yan sneered coldly, "I see you are blind and foolish. The Western Rong is already destroyed. I’m also quite adept at dealing with verbal condemnation!"

Wang Guoxiang roared angrily, "Mu Yan, you are shameless!"

Mu Yan’s eyes were icy as he cursed, "Old thief, you have achieved nothing in your life, always timidly seeking credit for others’ accomplishments! Such hypocrisy, such a sly face, I feel sick just looking at you!"

Wang Guoxiang trembled all over from Mu Yan’s scolding, his hands shaking as he pointed at Mu Yan, "Mu Yan, you insolent child!"

Mu Yan’s face showed a mocking expression, "Even in arrogance, I wouldn’t sell my daughter for glory, hide and cower like you, and soon the trees on your grave will arch!"

Hearing Mu Yan curse him to die today, Wang Guoxiang’s face flushed red, struggling to breathe.

Mu Yan laughed disdainfully, "A wretched old thief like you deserves to have no descendants, leaving infamy for eternity!"

"Ah!" Wang Guoxiang suddenly spurted out blood from his mouth.

"Grandfather, don’t listen to him..."

Mu Yan looked at Grand Scholar Lu Zhong in the Cabinet, "Record all these words of mine into the annals, let future generations see what a deceitful scoundrel Wang Guoxiang truly was!"

"As you command!" Lu Zhong nodded.

Inflamed by Mu Yan’s words, Wang Guoxiang rolled his eyes and saw Mu Yan turning to the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Industry, Huang Gun, "Order the casting of statues of Wang Guoxiang and his son, let them kneel in the streets for the people to vent their anger."

"As you command!" Huang Gun eagerly wanted to get started immediately!

"Ah..." Wang Guoxiang’s grip on the National Guardian Sword trembled, the sword nearly dropping.

The Vermilion Bird leaped forward and seized the National Guardian Sword, presenting it with both hands to the Regent King.

Zhan Lan watched from the side, curling her lips and thinking to herself: Mu Yan does have a sharp tongue, she suddenly felt that in her previous life Mu Yan had indeed shown some leniency.

To kill someone is less than to break their spirit; perhaps Wang Guoxiang will be driven to death by Mu Yan today!

Zhang Zhao looked at the Duke National Protector Wang Guoxiang, almost driven to death by Mu Yan’s words, and his wrinkles relaxed somewhat, saying with satisfaction, "Though the Regent King’s tongue is sharp, this old man finds it satisfying to hear today!"

"I too would like to spit on that rascal’s statue!" Wang Chen snorted coldly.

Si Yun kept patting Wang Guoxiang’s back from behind, "Grandfather, don’t listen to his nonsense, don’t let his words cloud your mind!"

Mu Yan looked at Si Yun, "And you too, all your crimes will be recorded in the history books!"

Si Yun gritted his teeth at Mu Yan, ultimately not daring to retort.

The people, recovering from their shock, realized that their emperor and the Duke National Protector wanted to shoot them, but in the critical moment, they still had to rely on the Regent King and Great General Zhan Lan.

Since they stood by the people, naturally, the people would stand by them as well.

Mu Yan raised the National Guardian Sword and looked at the crowd, "Everyone, this sword can cut down tyrant rulers or treacherous ministers. Today, I will execute the tyrant and the traitorous ministers, shall I?"

After a moment of silence, whether it was the Zhan Family Army, the officials, or the commoners, the crowd responded in unison, "Yes!"

"Regent King, kill them!"

"Regent King, carry out the mandate of heaven!"

The increasingly loud shouts made Si Yun’s hair stand on end, his scalp tingling, and his body stiff. He wanted to flee, but his legs wouldn’t move.

Wang Guoxiang, supporting Wang Man, saw the National Guardian Sword in Mu Yan’s hand pointed at him, his body instantly losing all strength. As Wang Man collapsed, Mu Yan expressionlessly pulled the arrow from his chest, blood spurting as Wang Man let out a scream and his pupils shrank, dying on the spot.

Wang Guoxiang’s face turned ashen, trembling as he looked at his dead son, drooling uncontrollably from fear.

"My son, my son!" Wang Guoxiang spat out a mouthful of blood from rage.

Wang Guoxiang started to regret. Wasn’t it good enough to be the Duke National Protector? Why did he have to oppose Mu Yan and Zhan Lan!

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a sharp sword slashed across his neck, blood gushing out, Wang Guoxiang’s pupils trembled, dying with regret.

The warm blood splattered onto Si Yun’s face, his pupils dilated, witnessing his uncle and granduncle both dying in front of him, he suddenly felt a warm sensation below; Si Yun mistakenly thought his uncle’s blood had splattered on him, looking down, he realized he had wet himself.

The conspicuous wet stain on the bright yellow dragon robe was particularly eye-catching, Si Yun knelt with a thud before Mu Yan.

Mu Yan’s expression was cold, holding the National Guardian Sword, blood dripping from its tip.

He incessantly kowtowed to Mu Yan, babbling, "Imperial Uncle, please, Imperial Uncle, spare my life, I am willing to be a commoner, I’ll never return to Ding’an City. For the sake of our familial bond, please spare me, I don’t want to die, I was wrong, I’ll admit my mistakes to the people, to the officials, to the world, please, Imperial Uncle..."

Si Yun’s head was bloody from the kowtowing. Seeing Mu Yan unmoved, he knew Mu Yan only listened to Zhan Lan, so Si Yun kowtowed toward Zhan Lan, "Imperial Aunt, it was my fault, I shouldn’t have ceded two cities, I shouldn’t have cut off your military supplies, hit me, scold me, I won’t dare again..."

Si Yun sobbed uncontrollably, in a state of complete distress, entirely devoid of the demeanor of an emperor.

The officials couldn’t bear to look, each frowning at Si Yun’s disgraceful state; such a person lacked any courage or dignity, should enemy nations invade, probably would only cede more cities and people.

Emperor Qingwu truly paled in comparison to his illustrious ancestors!