Blood Butcher's Blade Points Toward the Post Road; Treacherous Ministers Keep Charms to Defile the Imperial Carriage

"I understand."

Zhao Cheng slowly rose to his feet. The moment his words fell, a vast tide of killing intent suddenly burst from him!

It wasn't the sharpness of blades and swords, but a heavy gloom tempered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood—like winter ice pressing down on the heart, or iron hooves trampling the chest as ten thousand horses charged.

The Steam Engines in the workshop seemed to pause for half a beat. The bamboo rulers in Xiangli Qin and Qin Guli's hands clattered to the ground.

The two Secret Agents of the Black Ice Terrace, though well accustomed to life and death, shuddered violently. Their legs turned weak against their will.

"Dare to withhold His Majesty's provisions, then try to frame me?"

Zhao Cheng's voice wasn't loud, yet it made the air around him seem to turn cold. "I'd like to see which blind fool thinks his neck is too hard."

He strode outside. Countless Throat Sealers suddenly appeared and followed close behind. Short blades at their waists gleamed coldly in the steam-lit glow. Every one of them was no weaker than the two Throat Sealers from before.

The two Secret Agents of the Black Ice Terrace stood frozen in place. It took them a long while before they dared to breathe deeply. Their robes were already soaked through with cold sweat.

At last, they understood why the mere mention of "Blood Butcher" made all the states tremble in fear.

With killing intent like this, even a vengeful ghost crawling out of a corpse pile would have to take a detour.

This trip to Wangyue Post Station was likely to end in a river of blood...

Lord Changping lay facedown on bloodstained brocade bedding. The moment the maid finished applying medicine to his back, a