Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 436: Imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison

Si Jun saw the two of them and gritted his teeth, saying, "You two are the ones with true wolfish ambition!"

At this moment, he was confined in the Heavenly Prison, and upon reflecting on the entire palace coup, he realized that Mu Yan and Zhan Lan were the ultimate victors.

The two of them discreetly gained the Crown Prince’s trust and even manipulated him into wounding the Crown Prince.

Though the Crown Prince’s injury hadn’t pierced his heart directly, it was close to his heart, leaving the Crown Prince gravely wounded—how long could he possibly survive?

Mu Yan, the Regent King who held power over the entire court, preserved the Crown Prince’s imperial position this time. Even if the Crown Prince ascends to the throne, he will merely be a puppet emperor.

The Crown Prince, who was already incompetent, both feared and relied on Mu Yan. The affairs of the court in the future—would they not all be dictated by Mu Yan alone?

Si Jun still remembered the last sentence of the lengthy imperial decree read by Eunuch Li: "If the new emperor lacks virtue and incites public outrage, let the capable take his place!"

When the Crown Prince eventually dies, Mu Yan and Zhan Lan, with their immense public support and their crucial actions to protect the Crown Prince in front of key ministers, will emerge spotless. Mu Yan will undoubtedly ascend the throne as emperor through proper justification.

This is the ambition of the husband-and-wife duo!

The Si Family’s kingdom will ultimately fall into the hands of Mu Yan and Zhan Lan!

Mu Yan regarded Si Jun coldly, suddenly thought of something, and turned to Zhan Lan saying, "Lan’er, please step out for now. I want to take care of something."

Zhan Lan nodded and sat on a chair outside, waiting.

In the Heavenly Prison, Mu Yan casually picked up the blade hanging on the wall and began walking step by step toward Si Jun.

Si Jun felt suffocated under his oppressive aura, his expression growing despairing. "Imperial Uncle, you’ve wanted to kill me for a long time, haven’t you? Do it!"

Mu Yan approached him; the light refracting off the blade illuminated his eyes, causing Si Jun to tremble all over. Mu Yan’s gaze was filled with murderous intent.

"You’ve got some nerve, daring to covet this king’s woman. Do you remember what I told you the last time I severed one of your fingers?"

Si Jun’s expression darkened, his body trembling uncontrollably. Mu Yan had lost his mind because Si Jun mentioned wanting to take Zhan Lan into his harem.

"You’re courting death!"

A powerful punch landed on Si Jun’s face, shattering two of his teeth mixed with blood.

Before Si Jun could react, there was a sickening sound.

Mu Yan swung the blade, and an excruciating pain erupted from Si Jun’s lower body. He let out a piercing scream as blood oozed from his groin.

"Before you speak next time, consider the price you might pay. And stop addressing yourself as ’I,’ call yourself ’this humble servant’..." Mu Yan sneered, throwing the blade onto the ground with a frigid expression, one hand behind his back as he strode out of the prison.

"Ah... ah!" Si Jun was wracked with pain, cold sweat pouring down his body. He had been completely ruined by Mu Yan, left impotent and no longer a man.

Mu Yan had struck at what he feared most.

Even if Si Yuzhang could rescue him, as a eunuch, Si Jun could never accomplish anything significant anymore.

Moreover, who’s to say Si Yuzhang would even come to save him?

Afraid of Mu Yan’s further retaliation, Si Jun dared not utter another harsh word in front of him again.

Mu Yan exited the prison and glanced at Zhan Lan with a smile, saying, "My lady may enter now."

"What did you do?" Zhan Lan asked with curiosity.

Mu Yan curved his lips into a smile but said nothing. Zhan Lan entered and immediately saw Si Jun in agony, his features twisted and on the verge of fainting.

Her gaze swept downward—Si Jun had been mutilated by Mu Yan.

Her husband was petty and vindictive, but at this moment, Zhan Lan felt it was utterly satisfying.

Earlier in the palace, had she not held Mu Yan’s hand at that moment, he likely would have done the same right then.

"Zhan Lan... This king has never understood what grudge remains between us... hiss... why do you target me so ruthlessly?" Si Jun weakly asked.

Looking at the enemy from her previous life, Zhan Lan saw Si Jun reduced to this state, trapped in the Heavenly Prison, left to her whim.

In her previous life, Si Jun had said, "For the sake of our marriage, I’ll leave you a complete corpse."

She suddenly began to laugh, a laugh that made Si Jun’s skin crawl.

In a cold voice, Zhan Lan said, "You said earlier you’d cut off my husband’s ten fingers, didn’t you?"

Si Jun gasped in pain, his voice trembling, "Hiss... you venomous woman!"

"You still haven’t learned your lesson. Think about the consequences before you speak." Zhan Lan shook her head, picked up a dagger from the table, and with a steely look, sliced off Si Jun’s remaining nine fingers.

"Ah!" Si Jun was now truly on the verge of fainting from the unbearable pain.

Recalling the hatred from her past life, Zhan Lan’s eyes burned crimson. She longed to peel him apart blade by blade.

But Si Jun’s case had yet to be fully adjudicated; she had to leave him alive.

"Today, consider this merely the interest. Living like this will make death seem less terrifying..."

With that, Zhan Lan dropped the dagger and left.

Si Jun, unable to speak from the pain, could only watch her departing figure, biting down furiously. What did Zhan Lan mean by her words?

Was Zhan Lan planning to torment him little by little?

Si Jun’s whole body convulsed in agony as he finally lost consciousness.

Mu Yan glanced into the prison, then took Zhan Lan’s hand, his mood bright. "Lan’er is protecting her husband, isn’t she?"

Zhan Lan smiled and curled her lips; Mu Yan was so good to her, of course she would protect him.

Mu Yan looked at the Vermilion Bird. "Tomorrow, the Three Agencies will conduct a trial of King Wei’s rebellion. You’ll personally oversee his transport."

"Yes!" Vermilion Bird nodded.

Mu Yan and Zhan Lan left the Heavenly Prison together and settled into the carriage. Mu Yan held Zhan Lan’s hand, saying, "Today, I let Lan’er vent some anger. Since Si Jun’s rebellion will undoubtedly end with his execution, this king will make sure he dies by your hand. Don’t worry."

Zhan Lan leaned against Mu Yan’s shoulder; Mu Yan didn’t ask why she despised Si Jun so much, only unconditionally paved the way for her.

"Mu Yan, you’re so good."

Mu Yan intertwined his fingers with hers, a smile playing on his lips. "Lan’er deserves this king’s favoritism; only you think this king is good."

Zhan Lan raised her eyes and said seriously, "No, you’re the best man in the world."

Flattered by her praise, Mu Yan was in an excellent mood. "Master, that arrow shot in the palace earlier—this king has improved, hasn’t he? Surely deserving of a reward!"

Zhan Lan wrapped her arms around Mu Yan’s neck, her nose brushing against his, and whispered softly, "Shall we wait to return home to reward you then?"

Mu Yan pulled her closer by the waist, his gaze suddenly blazing, and murmured in her ear, "The emperor has just died—would it not seem improper for us to act so now?"

Zhan Lan nestled into his shoulder, speaking softly, "Shouldn’t we celebrate a little?"

Mu Yan’s smile deepened as he nipped at Zhan Lan’s earlobe, saying, "Then let’s celebrate all night long..."

Zhan Lan suddenly straightened her expression. "Mu Yan, come with me to a place."

"Alright." Mu Yan kissed her forehead.

"You don’t even ask where we’re going?" Zhan Lan teased with a laugh.

Mu Yan rested her head on his shoulder and murmured, "Wherever you wish to celebrate, we’ll go..."

"Behave—it’s serious business!"

"Fine, after we finish the serious business, we’ll get back to the frivolous..."

...

Prince Wei Mansion.

The Iron Armor Guard from the Xingtian Department surrounded the mansion.

Qiuyue, trapped in the basement by Si Jun, had no idea Si Jun’s rebellion had failed, leading to his capture.

Nervously, she listened to the chaotic clamor outside—sounds of many people storming the mansion.

She dared not make a sound, her thoughts racing: What if it was King Wei’s people? Crying out for help would be suicide.

On the ground, a cluster of black insects curled up asleep while her bloodied toes were gnawed raw by the insects.

A wolf stared at her unblinkingly, sending shivers down Qiuyue’s spine. She curled against the wall, clutching her legs, drowning in despair.

Perhaps she would die in this dark prison, devoured at last by the wolf.

She was merely a lowly servant—surely no one in this world would ever remember her.

Qiuyue’s eyes brimmed with hot tears as she thought of Zhan Lan, the eldest daughter of the General Mansion, who once saved her life at the lotus pond.

Silently, she prayed Zhan Lan would remember her existence.

Even if she died, having Zhan Lan bury her properly would suffice.