I Am Not a Wicked Woman

Two strikes, bang bang.

The two men fell unconscious.

"Hoo." Jiang Yun let out a sigh of relief, looking at the two men who had collapsed and lost consciousness.

He then quickly dragged them into the woodshed.

He changed into a guard's uniform and took one of their waist tokens.

After tidying his clothes and ensuring he looked normal, he pushed open the woodshed door and walked out.

The Prince's Estate was indeed vast, with servants occasionally hurrying past.

However, none of them paid any attention to Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun kept his head down, searching for an exit from the Prince's Estate.

After wandering for quite some time.

He finally found the main gate of the Prince's Estate.

Four guards stood watch at the gate, and Jiang Yun walked briskly towards it.

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind him, "Stop!"

Jiang Yun's body stiffened slightly. He turned to see a man who was clearly the guard leader approaching.

This man was in his thirties, frowning, and said, "Who do you report to?"

Jiang Yun's mind raced. How could he know who was who in the Prince's Estate?

He forced a smile and said, "I am from the Dungeon guard."

"From the rear estate?"

"Alright, I..." As the man spoke, he suddenly drew his sword and lunged at Jiang Yun, shouting, "This man is a spy!"

Immediately, the guards at the gate drew their sabers and surrounded them.

"If you're from the rear estate, why are you leaving the Prince's Estate through the front gate instead of the back?"

Jiang Yun slapped his forehead. "Sir, I misremembered. I'm from the front estate."

"I am the Commander of the front estate. How come I don't recognize you?"

"Attack! Seize this man!"

Following his shout, more and more guards rushed over.

Soon, over twenty men arrived, surrounding Jiang Yun.

Wielding their weapons, they charged at Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun took a deep breath, performed the Seven Star Ridge Step, and began to chant, "Heaven and Earth, profound and mystic, the root of all Qi. Cultivating through countless eons, I attain my divine powers. Within and beyond the Three Realms, the Dao alone is revered. May golden light envelop my body."

Instantly, his body began to shine with intense golden light, and a powerful surge of Magic Power spread outwards from him.

The guards were repelled by the powerful, dazzling golden light.

"This, this is?"

The guards were stunned by what they saw and dared not approach.

Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Yun rushed out of the Prince's Estate without hesitation.

"Chase him, chase him!" the Commander shouted to his subordinates.

"Chief, that person knows magic. If we chase him, we might be looking for death..."

The Commander cursed, "What are you afraid of? If you let this person escape, the Prince will blame us later..."

"Chief, why aren't you chasing?"

The Commander was speechless. Fight someone who knew magic with his mortal body?

He glanced around. No one else had arrived yet.

"Quick, all of you, lie down."

Everyone immediately lay down on the ground. Soon, hearing the commotion, other guards arrived.

"What happened?"

The Commander clutched his chest, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood, saying, "We just encountered a master with profound magic."

"That person, with just one move, severely wounded over twenty of us."

"Terrifying!"

Inside the Prince's bedchamber, a strong smell of blood permeated the air.

Tang Wanxin sat by the bed, various knives in her hands, carefully replacing Xiao Yukang's heart.

Her forehead was covered in sweat.

Previously, when she conducted experiments, she had used ordinary people she had captured.

She would cut them open, relying purely on brute force.

But now, transplanting a heart for Prince Xiao Yukang, she dared not be careless in the slightest.

Finally, the transplanted heart began to beat with a thud, thud.

She also let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Beside her, Xiao Jingyuan's face also showed joy, and he said, "Miss Tang is truly a miracle worker. This heart transplant is so skillful."

"If this technique succeeds, I will report it to His Majesty, and His Majesty will likely be overjoyed..."

But before his words could fall, suddenly, Xiao Yukang on the sickbed spat out a mouthful of blood.

The heart also began to beat at a strange speed.

Tang Wanxin's expression changed. She was very familiar with this scene: rejection.

"Quick, find another heart."

Xiao Jingyuan's face changed upon hearing this. He hurriedly drew his saber and walked out of the bedroom.

Outside the bedroom door stood many of the Prince's Estate's personal guards, as well as Xiao Yukang's children and concubines.

They all knew the Prince's health was failing and had come early, ready to mourn.

"Eldest Brother, how is Father's condition?" At this moment, a seventeen-year-old youth stepped forward and asked anxiously.

Xiao Jingyuan took a deep breath and said, "Father asked me to give you a message. Come with me."

The youth's face lit up upon hearing this and he hurriedly followed.

Even on his deathbed, his father was thinking of him. Perhaps he would bestow many benefits upon him.

Xiao Jingyuan gave a few personal guards a look.

Several personal guards quickly followed.

Soon, a fresh heart was swiftly brought into the bedroom, and Tang Wanxin continued the transplant.

After the transplant, the rejection reaction continued. Sweat beaded on Tang Wanxin's forehead as she said, "This one still won't work?"

Xiao Jingyuan took a deep breath, his eyes red, and said, "I understand."

With that, he went out and found another brother.

This repeated.

The sky was getting late.

Xiao Jingyuan's seven younger brothers were all dead.

This was the last heart.

Tang Wanxin's hands trembled as she transplanted this heart.

But soon, the rejection reaction appeared.

"Heir Apparent, it, it still won't work." Tang Wanxin trembled all over.

At this moment, Xiao Yukang, lying on the sickbed, actually raised a trembling hand and pointed at Xiao Jingyuan.

"Jingyuan, you are the one I cherish the most."

"Give your heart to Father as well."

Xiao Jingyuan took a deep breath, took out an exquisite dagger inlaid with gems from his person, and suddenly lunged forward, stabbing the dagger into Xiao Yukang's beating heart.

Instantly, blood flowed. Xiao Yukang's hand drooped.

Xiao Jingyuan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The Prince was gravely ill and passed away. Do you understand?"

Tang Wanxin beside him was completely stunned.

This was patricide!

Regardless of whether Xiao Yukang was on his last breath or not.

As long as he hadn't drawn his last breath, and Xiao Jingyuan killed him, it was patricide.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, even commoners who committed patricide were beheaded.

Let alone a Prince.

Tang Wanxin's eyes widened. She nodded repeatedly and said, "Heir Apparent, rest assured, this humble woman understands. The Prince died of a serious illness, I saw it with my own eyes."

"No, no, no, I didn't see anything."

Pfft.

Xiao Jingyuan's dagger plunged into Tang Wanxin's heart.

Tang Wanxin looked down in disbelief at the dagger stuck in her chest. She opened her mouth, but blood flowed out: "He, Heir Apparent, you..."

"You wicked woman, you've harmed so many lives. Do you really think this Heir Apparent will let you go?" Xiao Jingyuan's eyes were red.

Bang.

Tang Wanxin lay on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably, muttering, "I'm not a wicked woman."

"This is the Immortal Technique for treating illnesses and saving people."

"It's an Immortal Technique."

"Immortal Technique."

There's one more chapter, currently being written~