The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 955: One Strike to Seal the Throat

The princess has arrived!

The sound of uniform horse hooves could be heard from far away on the long street, and twelve guards in golden armor rode towards them in two rows.

Their faces were solemn, with standard-issue swords on their waists, their armor flashing with a cold light, and the ground shook slightly with every step their horses' hooves took.

"Silence!" The leading commander raised the command flag.

The sound was like the clanging of metal, shaking the ancient cypress trees beside the road and causing their dead leaves to fall.

The cold wind blew up a few dead leaves, adding to the solemn atmosphere.

The originally noisy streets and squares suddenly became silent, and the people lowered their heads and retreated, consciously making way for the crowd.

Some people in the crowd wanted to loudly incite the people, but they were frightened by the scene and their hands and legs became weak, their backs felt cold, and they dared not utter a word.

Then, attendants in blue walked slowly forward holding ebony ceremonial guards. Eight people in the middle carried a black sedan chair with white gauze hanging from the eaves, and a sitting figure could be vaguely seen inside.

The guards armed with swords accompanying the chariot were all dressed in dark and strong clothes and walked steadily.

The entire team marched in silence; only the metallic sounds of armor rubbing against each other and the orderly footsteps echoed in the long street.

Inside the sedan chair, Shi Anxia lightly lifted the gauze curtain with her fingertips, revealing a pair of eyes as calm as an ancient well.

In his gorgeous attire, he had a dignified appearance and a calm expression, and his natural majesty and bearing made it difficult to look directly at him.

Like a rich peony or the scorching sun, it actually makes the entire cold square come alive.

The snow and wind stopped today and the sky cleared up.

In the teahouse on the street, the teacup in the hand of Mr. Zheng Si trembled slightly, and the tea splashed on his brocade robe, but he was not aware of it.

"Something's wrong..." He narrowed his eyes.

It is said that the princess is low-key.

Today is an exception. The sheer scale of the procession is like an army of thousands, shocking the people who have never seen the world.

He gave the order to follow the earlier rhythm.

A loud shout suddenly broke out from the crowd, "The princess has increased taxes without permission!"

Logically, after this voice, there should be a group of voices joining in, and finally the voices of the people.

Of course! The expected response did not follow.

Almost at the same time, the princess and her attendants struck the gong. With a clang, the sound echoed in the long street.

Then the commander's voice was as loud as a bell, "According to the princess' order, from now on, the entire Lingzhou will be exempted from taxes for three years!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zheng Si's face turned pale and he dropped the teacup in his hand.

The gauze curtain of the sedan chair swayed slightly, and Shi Anxia smiled faintly.

No matter how many explanations are given, they are not as sharp as a practical policy.

Like a long sword drawn from its sheath, it kills the enemy with one blow.

It provides tangible benefits to the people and slaps the faces of those with ulterior motives.

The people were stunned at first, and then burst into thunderous cheers.

"The entire Lingzhou will be exempted from taxes for three years!"

"Did I hear correctly?"

"Does the princess keep her word? Of course she does. Lingzhou is the princess' fiefdom."

The people were enthusiastic.

The princess did not get off the sedan chair when she approached the execution platform, but remained firmly seated on it and walked around the square.

Wherever he passed, the sound of gongs was heard.

The black-clad guards announced in unison, "By order of the princess - the entire Lingzhou will be exempted from taxes for three years!"

Over and over again, repeat.

The sound waves were like waves, spreading across the square.

When the first announcement was made, the crowd was still in an uproar, and some people wondered if they had heard it wrong.

When the sound resounded countless times through the sky, a white-haired old man was already kneeling on the ground. In an instant, like the wind blowing through the wheat fields, the dark crowd fell to the ground one after another.

The shouts of "Long live the princess!" gathered from a few scattered points and turned into a huge wave.

The hands that were holding the stones just now now slammed heavily on the cold ground; the men who were shouting and cursing with red faces now had their foreheads pressed against the dust.

All the indignation that had been aroused earlier was completely resolved by the "three-year tax exemption".

Only those who hid in the crowd and incited the people were panicked.

The curtains of the sedan chair moved slightly. The princess tapped the window with her fingertips, and the golden-armored guards drew their swords three inches from their sheaths and jumped off their horses.

A figure flashed, a cold light flashed, and the figure who was trying to escape in the crowd suddenly froze.

Knives were placed on their necks and they were all carried to the execution platform.

One person shouted "injustice", and the golden-armored guard raised his knife and killed him, blood splattering on the spot.

Everyone on and off the stage paused, even their breathing slowed down.

No one dared to speak again.

The princess's black sedan chair came to a steady stop in front of the execution platform. Eight guards with swords immediately stood on both sides, and the sound of their swords clashing against each other was crisp and murderous.

At that time, Anxia lightly lifted the curtain of the sedan chair with her bare hands, and surrounded by her maids, she stepped on the stone steps of the execution platform in her ink-colored brocade boots.

She walked steadily and her clothes did not flutter. With every step she took, the heads of the people below the stage bowed a little lower.

The dark clouds dispersed and the sky was bright.

A beam of golden light split the haze like a sharp sword and fell on her shoulder. The black palace dress shone brightly, and the golden crown reflected a dazzling light.

The light is as bright as a gilded body.

There was complete silence above and below the execution platform.

The kneeling people raised their heads slightly, and felt a dazzling golden light before their eyes. In a trance, they could not tell whether it was the light from the sky reflecting on them, or the light from the people themselves.

At that time, Anxia stood in the light, raised her bare hands lightly, and brushed her fingertips across the gilded crown. This subtle movement seemed like some kind of ritual, causing the entire execution platform to be silent.

She slowly unfolded the bright yellow edict in her hand. The sound of the silk cloth stretching was particularly clear in the silence.

The sunlight penetrated the thin silk, making the four imperial characters written in cinnabar "exempt from taxes" appear as red as blood.

"Elders of Lingzhou--" a clear voice suddenly sounded.

A young civil servant, in his early twenties, walked out from the side and back of the execution platform. He was wearing an indigo official robe that made him look tall and slender.

He had a handsome face and a scholarly look between his eyebrows, which was out of tune with the solemn atmosphere of the execution ground.

This person is Qiu Zhiyan.

But he was holding a copy of the imperial edict, and every word was clear between his lips and teeth. "Your Highness, the princess sympathizes with the people's hardship, and specially requests the emperor's approval..." He unfolded the document with slender white fingers, "Lingzhou's three years of taxes will be completely exempted from today."

There is an imperial edict as proof, it is definitely not a lie! The people cheered.

Qiu Zhiyan pointed at the group of people who were arrested on the stage and said, "The princess has ordered that anyone who spreads rumors will be executed immediately!"

Iron wrist!

Mr. Zheng Si had a grim look on his face. He stood up suddenly, and the chair he sat on made a harsh sound as it scraped against the ground.

Opposite him sat the leader of the Lingjiang Gang, Chong Biao, who controlled Lingzhou's water transport and black market business. He had thick knuckles and was playing with a bronze water transport seal.

This man had seen the world and experienced many storms. He was more patient than the Fourth Young Master Zheng. He looked calm and said, "Fourth Young Master, don't worry. Even if..."

Before he could finish his words, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Four guards in black entered with knives in hand, their blades reflecting a cold light. The leading guard said coldly, "According to the princess' order, arrest the wanted criminal!"

Chong Biao's pupils suddenly shrank, and the seal in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. The fourth son of Zheng stumbled back and knocked over the screen behind him.

Outside the teahouse, a sea of ​​guards had blocked off the entire street.

Chong Biao suddenly jumped up, and a cold light flashed from his sleeves!

A poisoned scimitar had just slipped out of his sleeve when a cold light flashed in the window of the teahouse across the street.

"Whoosh-"

The arrow flew through the air and pierced Chong Biao's forehead accurately.