And the hidden weapon placed in the sleeve.
She coldly dripped sulfuric acid onto the wooden board, only to hear a sizzling sound; in no ti, the wood was mostly corroded.
Xiao Tianhao was dumbfounded, warily glancing at Ye Muyu.
Yet Ye Muyu didn’t bother to pay any attention to him.
She directly brought Lu Chuan and a few guards.
Headed towards the tent where Hera was.
"Madam wants to see ?" Hera said with a strange accent, sneering lightly, his upper body bare, just treated with dicine by the Beirong Soldier.
"Let her in, a woman, is she really going to take revenge on ?" He said in Beirong language, joking with a few soldiers beside him.
Ye Muyu slowly walked in.
Standing not far from Hera, her eyes filled with hatred as she looked at him: "You killed my husband."
"Chu? Your husband? Yes, it was who killed him. It’s better for him to die here early than on the battlefield. He’s going to die anyway." Hera’s laughter grew stranger, his eyes on Ye Muyu filled with vile desire, "I really couldn’t tell, Madam is so extraordinarily beautiful, even more so than the Princess."
"If Madam is willing, following is not bad, better than your useless husband."
"Bah, you’re dreaming." Ye Muyu picked up the teacup on the table and hurled it at Hera.
Hera startled to his feet, realizing it was just water, let out a sigh of relief, but then angrily stood up to grab Ye Muyu.
Ye Muyu threw all the cups in the tent at Hera.
The guards behind her were all panicked, protecting her, seeming like a playful chase inside the tent.
Hera didn’t take her attacks seriously, a sinister grin in his eyes.
The other Cavalry, who were worried at first, seeing Hera at ease and no one from outside coming in, completely relaxed, sat back in their places, pointing and laughing in Beirong language.
Suddenly, there was a sharp, mournful scream from Hera.
Then the abrupt screams stopped.
Hera, eyes full of shock, looked at Ye Muyu with disbelief, and fell down just like that in astonishnt.
With a thud, Hera was dead.
The event happened in the blink of an eye; by the ti the Beirong Cavalry in the tent reacted, Hera had already fallen, while Ye Muyu, under the protection of Lu Chuan and the guards, walked out of the tent, listening to the chaotic Beirong language and the ensuing commotion among the Beirong soldiers.
Ye Muyu, like a lone wolf bathed in blood, with a face of cold indifference after revenge, walked farther and farther away.
"Madam, the water is ready."
Lu Chuan had Su i and the maidservants bring the water inside.
They then all withdrew.
Ye Muyu, after washing the blood off her body and changing into clean clothes, erged from the tent and headed straight for Chu Heng’s tent.
Along the way, those who heard of the assassination news stared at Ye Muyu in shock, not daring to make a sound.
Once Ye Muyu entered the tent and was out of sight, the crowd, as if hitting the pause button, suddenly buzzed with activity.
"My God, have you heard? Madam killed Hera!"
"Really, Hera is dead; General Hetu went to make a huge fuss with the Emperor."
"Isn’t Hera known as a famous warrior of Beirong? How could he be so easily killed by Madam, who is just a weak woman!"
"You all don’t know, do you? I heard she used poisonous needles and a highly corrosive liquid, catching Hera off guard. The Beirong people didn’t even have ti to react, and Hera was dead."
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