Chapter Three: I Am a Transmigrator

To break the deadlock, Xiao Zhi needed Huai Zhong to become a dead man—this was the last value of his life.

Xiao Zhi’s action was not impulsive.

With Huai Zhong dead, the noble families would each act independently, allowing Qin Yong to seize control of the court. Only then could Xiao Zhi freely pursue his goals.

Blood splattered all over Xiao Zhi; his gleaming armor shimmered with a crimson glow.

Huai Zhong clutched his gushing, bloodied throat, eyes wide with shock, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Xiao Zhi wiped his face, the blood smeared in blotches, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

The incident was sudden; no one anticipated Xiao Zhi would strike so abruptly.

A brief silence fell over the court, so profound that even the fall of a needle could be heard. Everyone could hear their own heartbeat.

“You… you actually killed the Prime Minister!”

“You insolent brat! How dare you!”

“Summon the imperial physician, quickly!”

A wail rose as several rushed forward, tumbling over each other to check on Huai Zhong.

Huai Zhong’s condition was grave—he was neither fully dead nor salvageable.

Qin Yong was stunned, unable to believe his eyes. Xiao Zhi had studied with him since childhood; he was never very bright—always meek, cautious, and timid.

He was good at trivial tasks like teasing cats and walking dogs, but fighting? Killing? Impossible.

Yet this very person had just stabbed the Prime Minister to death right there in the court before all the officials.

“Your Majesty!” Several ministers knelt, heads bowed deeply.

“This insolent wretch dared to commit violence in the court. We beg Your Majesty to punish him.”

“Please sentence him to death by slow slicing.”

“Prime Minister Huai was the pillar of our great Chu, Your Majesty’s trusted minister who worked tirelessly. We never imagined he would perish at the hands of such a lowly wretch.”

“Your Majesty, please make a ruling…”

…

Xiao Zhi spread his hands. “When I asked if I could be spared, no one opposed.”

Then, in a calm, even tone, he added, “My iron-clad imperial warrant still has eight uses left! Who else wants to see how sharp my weapon is?”

His voice was low but resolute. The silence in the court was deafening.

He could kill eight more.

Xiao Zhi said, “Now, can we continue discussing the Salt Monopoly Law? Is there anyone who objects?”

The ministers glanced at one another but no one dared to oppose.

Xiao Zhi knew they weren’t intimidated by him; they were simply going with the flow.

The noble clans desired control over the salt industry, and Qin Yong needed this scheme to bolster the treasury of Great Chu. It was in most people’s interests.

Huai Zhong’s death was an accident; their mourning was merely for show.

With no opposition, Qin Yong immediately issued an edict to implement Xiao Zhi’s Salt Monopoly Law.

After court, Xiao Zhi was retained by Qin Yong to listen to imperial proclamations.

As for Huai Zhong, Qin Yong granted his son a noble title as consolation. The matter was considered closed.

The swift resolution left many astonished, as if the dead man were a commoner, not the Prime Minister.

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