World 1 - Lord Nine Thousand Years (6)

Chu Feng Qi said, "If Lord Nine Thousand Years does not believe me, you may use a knife to carve out my tongue."

Having said that, Chu Feng Qi parted his lips, revealing a bright red tongue. Compared to his lips, which were pale from anemia, that red flesh was so striking it was impossible to look at directly, like a beautiful demon crawling out from a desolate grave, dragging people into the abyss.

As if fearing the young man would not believe him, that soft piece of flesh moved even closer to the tip of the blade, reckless to the extreme.

Even Du Chao Gong, who had witnessed countless schemes, could not help but be startled, as if he were looking at some kind of monster.

Chu Feng Qi's eyes darkened; knowing when to stop, he bowed slightly and smiled. He did not change his posture, his tone gentle: "Lord Nine Thousand Years, can you spare me? If not, I will die of hunger before I can die by your hand."

As if the heavens themselves wanted to prove his sincerity, as soon as he finished speaking, Chu Feng Qi could no longer hold on. His face turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

He was completely unaware of what happened afterward. When he woke up, Chu Feng Qi had left the cold and empty Cold Palace, waking up in a room with far better conditions.

A eunuch standing nearby saw him wake up, bowed respectfully, and brought over a bowl of prepared medicinal stew: "Seventh Prince, please consume this. After you have finished, please follow me to have an audience with the Chief Director."

Chu Feng Qi took it, thanked him softly, and slowly savored it.

Regarding Lord Nine Thousand Years, Du Chao Gong, memories of him still remained, even occupying a significant portion.

Du Chao Gong was an orphan, branded with the title "Lone Star of Heavenly Slaughter" from birth and shunned by everyone. At the age of eight, he was tricked into the palace to serve as a substitute for the beloved son of a certain family, becoming a lowly eunuch.

It wasn't until he devoted all his efforts to being favored by the previous Chief Director, who treated him like his own son and promoted him, that he had the chance to climb to his current position as the power-wielding Lord Nine Thousand Years.

Du Chao Gong understood better than anyone the consequences of lacking power in this deep palace; he had begun laying his pieces very early on. All the officials in the court knew he plotted to seize the throne, but no one dared to oppose him. Anyone who stood against Du Chao Gong met a terrible end.

That was until the Fourth Prince, Du Chao Gong's puppet, turned his back and betrayed him, causing the power and schemes he had painstakingly built over the years to completely collapse.

"You woke up quickly."

He set the cup down. The man in high power was skilled at psychological games; just a gentle lift of his eyes was enough to make people tremble and kneel for mercy.