The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 532 - 265 Awakening Memories (First Update)_3

Chapter 532: 265 Awakening Memories (First Update)_3

Chapter 532: 265 Awakening Memories (First Update)_3

There must be something else unknown to me, but for now I don’t have the ability to think it through thoroughly. The most urgent matter is to hurry and take the dowager empress back with me!

The gaze of Elder Zhuang fell on the elderly sacrificial monk’s hand, which was holding the hand of the old lady. His expression changed, and he harshly exclaimed, “How dare you!”

How dare an old wreck like you defile the dowager empress’s noble body? You are not even allowed to touch a corner of her dress, let alone hold her wrist!

The elderly sacrificial monk drew back his hand guiltily.

Elder Zhuang could not reprimand the old lady, he instead said gently, “Sister, come back with me.”

Old lady contemptuously glanced at him and said, “Get lost.”

Elder Zhuang: “…”

Elder Zhuang took a deep breath, reminding himself that the dowager empress had just lost her memory, her words were not a reflection of her true intentions, nor the imperial decree of the dowager empress.

Once the dowager empress remembered her identity, she would forgive his actions today.

He turned to the man in black and ordered, “Take the empress away! And that man…” He glanced at the old sacrificial monk, “Dispose of him!”

The queen of a country, having an affair with an outsider; if such a scandal were to be revealed, it would not only put her under significant scrutiny, but also risk losing her reputation and status.

The emperor had been looking for an excuse to bring down the Elder Queen. He could not give the emperor any opportunity.

“Have you lost your mind, Zhuang Boyong! Are you going to commit murder in broad daylight?” the old sacrificial monk exclaimed coldly. These people were truly reckless with human lives!

Elder Zhuang responded indifferently, “You attempted to assassinate the dowager empress. I’m just killing an assassin. Where is the crime in that?”

Without saying anything else, he made a ‘kill’ gesture and no longer cared about the old sacrificial monk.

On the other side, Gu Jiao and Chang Jing were locked in a struggle, his martial arts skills were too advanced. Gu Jiao’s strength had only recovered three-tenths of its former capacity and she was unable to defeat him.

Suddenly, Gu Jiao spotted his beads falling from his pocket. She recalled the first time she saw him; he seemed to be looking for these beads on the ground.

Gu Jiao glanced around, and with a sudden movement, she drove her knee into his lower abdomen. Reacting instinctively, Chang Jing tried to use his hands to block her attack. This gave Gu Jiao the opportunity to rip off his pocket.

His beads scattered all over the ground.

Chang Jing: His beads!

Chang Jing disregarded Gu Jiao and started to pick up his beads.

Seizing the opportunity, Gu Jiao rushed over towards where the old sacrificial monk and the old woman were being led away.

Suddenly, as if the sky itself had cracked open, a heavy downpour began.

The old woman and the old sacrificial monk were separated by the men in black. They dared not use force on the old woman, trying their best to hold her back and coax her into a carriage. However, they were not as courteous to the old sacrificial monk.

The old sacrificial monk was knocked to the ground with a kick, groaning in pain, unable to straighten up.

“Stop it!” shouted the old woman at Elder Zhuang.

Elder Zhuang turned a deaf ear, “Your Majesty, please get on the carriage!”

One of the men in black drew his sword, swinging it towards neck of the old sacrificial monk.

All of a sudden, a silver needle pierced through the thick curtain of rain, striking the wrist of the black-clad assassin in an instant!

The man in black felt a pain in his wrist, dropping the long sword held in his hand.

The others noticed what happened and swung their swords at Gu Jiao.

The rain was pouring down heavily.

Gu Jiao darted among the swords. As several men surrounded her, she jumped high and pressed down on the head of a black-clad assassin, rolling over him. In the process, she drew his sword and swiftly cut off another approaching sword!

She held the sword in her hand, landed on one knee, her eyes were fixed like torches, emanating a terrifying aura of murder!

These men were no match for Chang Jing, so she was quickly able to forge a path to the old lady.

However, just as she was about to pull the old lady back, another man in black pointed a sword at the old sacrificial monk’s neck, “Don’t move! Or I will kill him!”

Gu Jiao abruptly threw her dagger, knocking the sword out of his hand. She took a few steps forward, catching the falling dagger, and kicked him to kneel on the ground. She grabbed his hair and with one cut, she could slit his throat!

Gu Jao had been restrained since she arrived, not using any weapons, only her silver needles, because blood would excite her.

The Godfather says, she is the perfect tool for murder.

Perhaps he is correct.

Her profession as a surgeon is not to save lives, but to seek her own path of enlightenment.

Her goal is to control her violent impulses.

However, at this moment, her blade has cut into the skin of her opponent. The veins of blood slide down the blade along with the rainwater.

The violence within Gu Jiao begins to stir, and her hand gripping the dagger starts to tremble.

Once she kills one, she will kill the last one.

“Jiaojiao.”

Suddenly, the old lady grabs her hand. Her aged and wrinkle-covered hands envelop the young girl’s slender hand. “Jiaojiao, come to Granny.”

The sound is right by her ear, yet it feels like it’s coming from the surface of the water, floating in and out.

“Jiaojiao.”

“Jiaojiao.”

The old lady keeps calling her name.

Finally, Gu Jiao suppresses the violence within her blood. The red veins in her eyes slowly fade. She turns her head, drops her dagger, and says, “Granny, I will take you home.”

The old lady nods, “Good.”

Zhuang TaiFu is stunned by Gu Jiao’s murderous aura, forgetting to call out to stop her.

People in black continuously glance at Gu Jiao fearfully, their swords pointed at her while they cautiously avoid her.

Her power does not only come from her skills, but also from her terrifying aura, intent on killing everyone. It chills them to the bone.

Therefore, even when Gu Jiao obediently allows the old lady to lead her by the hand, no one dares to make a move.

The situation suddenly changes. The rain is heavy, and a dilapidated building in the alley, unable to resist the torrential downpour, collapses. The roof beam breaks with a loud crack. The huge roof tilts and comes crashing down towards Gu Jiao and the old lady.

Everything happens too fast, so fast that the old sacrificial priest couldn’t even rush over to push them away in time.

Gu Jiao’s ears twitch, she lifts her head, and the gigantic roof is descending like a glacier. It’s too big for even her to push away. She turns around, one hand protecting Granny’s waist and the other protecting Granny’s head, she falls to the ground using her elbow for support.

She shields Granny under her.

The old lady watches as the roof descends towards Gu Jiao. She can’t push Gu Jiao away, so she stretches out her hand to protect Gu Jiao’s head.

By protecting Gu Jiao’s head, she leaves her own unprotected. A wooden plank crashes onto her forehead!

“The Empress Dowager——”

“Zhuang Jinse——”

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Her head throbs painfully, as if a fissure has opened deep in her mind. Numerous strange yet familiar images imbued with memories crowd to the surface of her mind.

“Jinse, tell Daddy, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I want to be a bird!”

“Why?”

“Because I can fly! Then I won’t be trapped in the mansion all day!”

“Jinse, from today onwards, you are the Empress of Zhan Country.”

“Long live the harmonious union of His Majesty and the Empress, bound by eternal love.”

“His Majesty is resting in Wanfu Palace. Empress, there’s no need to wait for His Majesty to admire the moon. His Majesty will come again on the first day of next month.”

“Jinse… in this lifetime… have you ever loved us?”

“Long live the Empress Dowager, may she live for a thousand years!”