Capítulo 857: Chapter 664: Good, Just Listen and Obey (Part 2) Zangxin has been planning for so many years with painstaking efforts, how can he be willing to let it be destroyed by a few words from him? He gripped his fingertips tightly and said in a deep voice, “Even so, we cannot overthrow the testimony of the Demon Queen because of a few words from Lord Si Chen!” “Can a testimony without evidence be used to convict?” Baili An countered with a deep gaze. At this point, no one in the court dared to question as righteously as before. Having become a corpse demon, the Demon Queen’s testimony could hardly be considered full evidence. Under the oppressive power exerted by the Demon Lord, her methods would ultimately devolve into nothing more than the insane ravings of an incomplete corpse consciousness. Zangxin coldly sneered, “Even if we put aside the harm done to the Demon Queen, how is His Majesty to explain the death of Lord Shu Ci at Qingxiaoshan?” The Inner Official of the palace personally witnessed His Majesty returning to the Royal Palace in blood-stained garments with a silver ring in hand. Could Lord Shu Ci’s death have nothing to do with His Majesty at all?” Baili An remained calm, saying, “Does claiming her death make it so, River Lord Zangxin? Such a simple truth as seeing the corpse, does River Lord Zangxin not understand? Just based on a blood-stained garment and a silver ring, you claim that His Majesty killed Lord Shu Ci…” Baili An’s gaze suddenly became sharp and cold, fixating on the cold eyes beneath the mask, questioning, “Should I understand that your actions are a slander against His Majesty?” Zangxin’s chest heaved heavily as if he was faintly angry, “But before Lord Shu Ci’s disappearance, she only met with His Majesty!” “River Lord Zangxin, you yourself claim this to be a disappearance! On what grounds do you deem Lord Shu Ci to be inevitably dead? It has only been half a month, and in the Demon World, any Demon General going into seclusion for cultivation could disappear for a year or more. River Lord Zangxin has not witnessed Lord Shu Ci’s death firsthand, so why insist that His Majesty killed her!” Baili An’s voice was not particularly loud, but each word was clear and profoundly resonated in everyone’s heart: This update is available on novel·fire·net “Did River Lord Zangxin beat the Heavenly Drum to seek justice for Lord Shu Ci, or was it to plot rebellion and usurp the throne!” His words astonished the four corners and left everyone speechless! In a matter of moments, the accusatory spearhead turned, and the terrible name of a serious crime was suddenly directed at Zangxin, while the previously condemned Demon Lord became a victim. This usually gentle and seemingly easily taken away on someone’s bed, Lord Shouhe’s sharp rhetoric could actually outmaneuver the deep and profound Zangxin? The Demon Ministers stood frozen like cicadas in the cold, realizing in such dire circumstances that His Majesty could still receive support and assistance, they no longer dared to continue stirring these troubled waters, with a mind to leave the hall. Cold sweat gradually slid down from beneath Zangxin’s ghostly mask on his face, faintly emitting a sound of gnashing teeth: “Does Lord Si Chen not have any evidence for such groundless accusations?” Baili An said, “Wasn’t River Lord Zangxin’s earlier accusation also a baseless slander without evidence?” Zangxin was left speechless. Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, someone among the Demon Ministers finally couldn’t help but falter, trembling voiced, “Zang… Zangxin Lord, this Night Court was indeed held somewhat muddle-headedly tonight. Thinking carefully, His Majesty’s past achievements are far above those of Young Master Mi Lu. Back then, the old Monarch only had two heirs. If the Young Lord achieved the throne and was captured and punished by the immortals, he couldn’t bear the fruit of his efforts. Thus, His Majesty could ascend to the throne with clean hands, without staining his brother’s blood. Why take such painstaking steps?” “Yes, thinking further, it indeed seems like that. As for silencing Lord Shu Ci, it’s even more absurd. Throughout the Demon World, who doesn’t know that Lord Shu Ci is immortal? Even if the old Monarch returned, he might not be able to kill Lord Shu Ci, right?” “Alas, we courtiers are guilty of disturbing His Majesty’s peaceful dreams due to momentary confusion. This Night Court was quite uninteresting. We might as well retreat now and go home to each write ourselves a confession letter?” In the end, it was baseless, and a well-prepared plan at this moment scattered like loose sand, disappearing with the wind. Seeing the situation reversed, the Female Demon Lord, who had been watching the play from the throne for a long time, finally stood up, couldn’t help but smile slightly, saying, “Ladies and gentlemen, coming to attend this chilling Night Court, if I do nothing, it would be a disservice to your efforts and minds, wouldn’t it?” She smiled while winding around the throne, gently swaying her body from side to side, slowly descending the jade steps from the high platform. The smile hanging on her face was lazy like a spring water pear blossom, but no one knew whether beneath the blossoms lay sparkling dew or a colorful venomous snake. When she stepped down the stairs, the figure wrapped in a black and gold King’s Robe suddenly dissipated into the air like night mist. Then, at the next moment, the heavy sound of the palace doors creaked open slowly, echoing. No one knew when she appeared at the entrance of the court hall, and the two gold-inlaid patterned palace doors behind her opened in response. Wind and snow flooded into the hall, lifting her garments, and the black gold phoenix patterns fluttered mightily like a golden-feathered phoenix on her sleeves and hems. The palace doors behind her were wide open, the night sky was filled with snowfall, the oppressive endless night scene, the wind invaded the garments, and the night was as cool as water. The eerie sound of heavy objects rolling echoed within the hall. Blood sprayed across the spot where the demon ministers stood, one head after another rolling down like cut melons. The gruesome, bloody holes as wide as bowls in their necks gushed blood like a fountain, spurting the viscous demon blood from their severed arteries. The headless torsos remained standing in their previous positions, swayed by wind and snow, akin to uprooted trees, falling straight down.