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Chapter 798 I Won’t Save You This Time (41)

Chang Xi didn't say anything, he just knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Fu Shun.

Soon, blood had seeped out of his forehead, but he still didn't dare to stop kowtowing, as if only this could calm Fu Shun's anger, or murderous intent.

Even though the young man is a little ambitious, he is still extremely afraid of death.

But Fu Shun was sitting opposite him, and he no longer had the gentleness he had when he taught Chang Xi.

There wasn't even any expression on his face, as if this person didn't exist.

Afterwards, perhaps feeling a bit bored of this trick, he slowly began to roll up his sleeves, revealing the golden "silk thread" on his wrist.

The "silk thread" glowed coldly under the dim candlelight. It didn't look like a decoration but rather a weapon that could take a person's life.

"What are you talking about? Eunuch Chang is now a favorite of the emperor, so why do you give me such a big gift? Not at all, not at all." Fu Shun's voice was low and teasing, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Chang Xi stopped kowtowing only after hearing Fu Shun speak. When he raised his head, the blood on his forehead had already slid down his cheek, and his gauze hat was now tilted to one side.

His voice trembled, and he said with fear: "Master, I know I was wrong. I was bewitched for a moment. I am not a human. I... I hope Master will forgive me this time!"

Fushun did not respond immediately, but lowered his head and loosened the gold thread on his wrist.

Liang Song had been wearing that gold thread since shortly after he became the crown prince.

This is not just an ordinary metal wire, but a deadly weapon made of special material. It can take people's lives, and can also commit suicide in desperate situations.

When Liang Song first became the crown prince, the situation in the court was complicated and various forces were eyeing him covetously.

Fu Shun, Xiao Qiluo and Liang Song are actually interdependent, and they are all prepared to sacrifice at any time.

Not only him, but even Xiao Qiluo always carries poison with her in case she is caught...

Now that time has passed and Liang Song has ascended the throne as emperor, the situation has gradually stabilized. Fu Shun originally wanted to untie the golden thread, but every time he saw the jade gourd pendant hanging around Concubine Xiao's waist, he gave up the idea.

The jade gourd was an old item of Xiao Qiluo’s. It looked small, but it could still hold one or two poison pills.

Fu Shun's gaze fell on Chang Xi again, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He hadn't killed anyone personally for a long time, but at this moment, the long-lost impulse surged in his heart again.

"Master, I didn't mean to betray you." Chang Xi saw that Fu Shun didn't get angry immediately, so he quickly took the opportunity to explain, "It was His Majesty who started to suspect you first, and he also placed spies around you."

Fushun raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, but his voice remained calm: "Go on."

Chang Xi swallowed, the blood on his forehead had dried, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. He quickly told Fu Shun everything that had happened during the time that Fu Shun was away from the palace.

He mentioned how the emperor secretly investigated Fu Shun's movements, how he placed spies among Fu Shun's confidants, and even told Fu Shun the contents of several spy reports without reservation.

"Although His Majesty appears to trust you, he has actually been suspicious of you for a long time." Chang Xi said in a low voice, with a bit of fear in his tone, "I am also forced to do this.

I had no choice but to reveal some insignificant news to His Majesty. Master, I have no second thoughts about you, it's just that the situation forced me to do so!"

After listening to this, Fushun was silent for a moment, his fingers gently stroking the gold thread on his wrist, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "Chang Xi, you have been with me for several years. Have I taught you a lot?"

Chang Xi shuddered all over and lowered his head quickly, his voice almost inaudible: "Master is my second parent, I have failed you in your cultivation, but I really don't want to die, please give me another chance."

These were simply things that he could give a few more chances to. Fu Shun couldn't help but feel a little sad. Everyone would weigh the pros and cons - no one would choose a eunuch over the emperor.

"It's not that I don't want to give you a chance." Fu Shun sighed softly, "You saw the attitude of His Majesty today! This job of accompanying the emperor is no longer possible for you."

"It doesn't matter. As long as you can survive, anything is fine!" After hearing this, Chang Xi thought that Fu Shun had softened his heart and was willing to give him a chance.

Fu Shun didn't say anything else, but stood up and walked towards Chang Xi.

The light was indeed bad, so Chang Xi did not see that the "gold thread" on his "master's" hand was already half-faded.

After patting Chang Xi's shoulders several times, Fu Shun spoke softly: "Master will teach you one last thing today. If you can't use it in this life, you can use it in the next life. If you are unfaithful once, you will never use it again!"

"But..." Chang Xi only said one word, and then he felt a pain in his throat. Then he fell to the ground, his legs twitching and he died.

Perhaps because he had done this kind of thing too many times, Fushun was not at all panicked when facing the corpse.

"Butler Fu has great courage and means." Suddenly a figure jumped down from the beam, "I didn't expect that you are also a master at killing people."

Fushun did not respond, but took out a small bottle from his sleeve and sprinkled some white powder on the wound of the corpse.

Chang Xi's body began to emit bursts of "white smoke" and a smell of rotten meat.

"What a good thing!" the man continued to praise, "It's a great tool for killing people and silencing them."

"Loyal Marquis, why are you coming to my place so late at night instead of resting at home?" Fushun glanced at Liang Jingyang, who was full of excitement. "Your outfit is so different from usual."

Liang Jingyang used to like red shirts because he liked killing people, so he felt that wearing red clothes would make it hard to see blood splattered on them.

But tonight Liang Jingyang was wearing a standard black nightgown.

"Alas! What big deal can I have!" Liang Jingyang sat down on a chair next to Fushun with a smile, "I just want to ask about your majesty's situation and mood. As a minister, isn't it normal for us to guess the emperor's mind?"

Fu Shun sneered, turned to look at Liang Jingyang and said, "Do you want to know the Holy Will, or do you want to know whether this medicine is effective?"

Liang Jingyang's face changed instantly when he heard this, but he immediately recovered and said casually: "How can we be blamed for these things! Who knows if the medicine will conflict with each other! Anyway, Concubine Xiao is gone now, just use the medicine that my family paid as tribute, and you will definitely be healthy."

"What about the toxins that have accumulated before? Will they be discharged from the body by themselves?" Fushun snorted, "Your Majesty has only one heir so far. Once the poison takes effect..."

"No matter what, Mr. Fu is still Mr. Fu!" Liang Jingyang's words were a guarantee to Fu Shun.