"Your Majesty, this servant wishes to report that Yun Yaoyao, the legitimate daughter of the Yun family, has been secretly intimate with a palace guard, defiling the imperial palace. This crime is unforgivable!"
Yun Yaoyao had barely regained consciousness when she found herself in this utterly disastrous situation.
The maid, who had already given up all hope, opened and closed her lips, rapidly pinning crimes on Yun Yaoyao.
The guard who had been dragged in was crying and kowtowing repeatedly, blood smearing his face that looked like the embodiment of a grievous injustice: "Your Majesty, please spare me! This lowly servant and Miss Yun were overcome by passion. We truly love each other and beg for your blessing!"
The ministers and ladies at the palace banquet whispered and sneered. Ugh, how could anyone kiss that ugly face?
Meanwhile, her closest family members sat motionless in their chairs, some filled with shame and anger, others with false concern, and some even with schadenfreude.
Without exception, not a single person came forward to speak up for her or plead for mercy. It was as if they had all abandoned her like an old shoe.
And as for the main character of this whole event, Yun Yaoyao, she stood motionless on the spot.
The good news was that she had transmigrated into a novel she had just finished reading.
The bad news was that her identity was that of a character who hadn't survived past this point in the story.
With the situation dire, the gears in Yun Yaoyao's mind began to turn as she recalled the original plot.
The original Yun Yaoyao had been born seemingly missing a piece of her soul. She was foolish, talentless, and timid. Her father didn't love her, and her mother had died early. She was the shame of the entire Yun family.
This incident had been secretly planned by the current Madam Yun and her beloved stepdaughter, all to harm Yun Yaoyao and steal her marriage contract. There was absolutely no hope of support from her family.
As for the ministers and ladies around her, the original Yun Yaoyao didn't know a single one of them.
The maid and guard were also prepared to die, willing to slander and destroy her.
And the monarch sitting on the throne, holding the power of life and death, was far from a wise ruler who would investigate the truth. On the contrary, he was a tyrant, capricious and unpredictable, who would sentence people to death at the slightest displeasure!
He wouldn't give her any chance to explain or turn the tables!
After recalling the original plot, Yun Yaoyao inwardly exclaimed, "Oh boy, Heaven wants me dead!"
This was clearly a dead end!
Sure enough, the tyrant on the throne, his voice filled with anger, had already ordered, "Drag her away..."
But who was Yun Yaoyao?
If she could live, she'd live well. If she couldn't live, then everyone would die together.
"Wait!"
Before the tyrant could finish his sentence of "beat her to death," Yun Yaoyao's voice rang out, stopping him. She flashed a deadly smile at her loving family.
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The Yun family members suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.
Yun Yaoyao walked step by step towards the tyrant on the throne, her expression grief-stricken: "Your Majesty, I have my reasons, boo-hoo..."
The tyrant frowned, and the imperial guards around were about to step forward to drag Yun Yaoyao away.
Unexpectedly, Yun Yaoyao, in a fit of desperation, threw her entire body forward, quickly pulling out the hairpin from her head and stabbing it fiercely towards the tyrant's heart!
The sharp hairpin pierced his chest, and the tyrant let out a muffled groan as blood flowed from his heart.
Then Yun Yaoyao's wild, arrogant laughter echoed throughout the banquet hall: "Hahahaha, you dog of a tyrant, your day has finally come?"
After being subdued by the imperial guards, Yun Yaoyao turned towards the Yun family members. As their expressions grew increasingly terrified, she exclaimed excitedly.
"Father! Stepmother! Sister! Yun Yaoyao has not failed in her mission and has finally succeeded in slaying the tyrant! After eighteen years of endurance and lying low, Yun Yaoyao is no longer the shame of the Yun family. I've eliminated the dog tyrant for the common people..."
"Our Yun family deserves to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!!!"
Madam Yun and Yun Yanyan shook their heads in terror: "It's not true, we didn't do anything, don't talk nonsense!"
Yun Liang, the Minister of Rites, was so shocked by the scene that his legs were shaking uncontrollably, unable to utter a complete sentence: "You... you... you... wicked... wicked... wicked daughter! You... you... you..."
Before he could finish, the imperial guards had already pressed the entire Yun family to the ground.
As the leader of the assassination, three burly imperial guards subdued her on the ground, Yun Yaoyao's face making intimate contact with the grass.
She looked utterly unperturbed, even slightly pleased.
Hmph, if her "family" had schemed to harm her, then she would assassinate the emperor and implicate her entire clan.
It was all about karma, heaven spares no one!
The once orderly palace banquet had descended into chaos. The ministers and their family members huddled on the other side, their gazes towards the Yun family completely changed as they whispered among themselves.
"So the Yun family's legitimate daughter's previous foolishness and timidity were all an act, all to lay low and relax everyone's guard, all for today's assassination! I can't help but admire her courage..."
"And the Yun family too, that old fox Yun Liang climbed step by step to become the Minister of Rites, always appearing so cautious and diligent, not daring to make a mistake. Who knew they were plotting regicide behind the scenes."
"I wonder about His Majesty's condition, but this Yun family is surely destined for the nine familial exterminations..."
Hearing the whispers around them, Yun Liang, Madam Yun, and Yun Yanyan, overcome by anger and fear, their faces turned pale, and they fainted.
Yun Yaoyao pouted: "Such cowards."
As she spoke, she felt a bit melancholic. Transmigration or not, it seemed she couldn't escape death after all. It was just a matter of dying sooner or later.
In her melancholy, Yun Yaoyao's vision suddenly blurred, and her chest began to ache.
When she opened her eyes again, a group of old men with thin, long beards were anxiously surrounding her.
"Quickly, stop the bleeding!"
"Hand me the medicine!"
"Your Majesty, you must hang on, Your Majesty!"
Yun Yaoyao: ???
What in the world was going on?
Before she could figure it out, her vision darkened again, and Yun Yaoyao passed out.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Yun Yaoyao slowly regained consciousness.
When she opened her eyes, she was still faced with the group of old men with thin, long beards, only their expressions had become much more haggard.
As soon as they saw her wake up, they all became excited.
"The Emperor has awakened! The Emperor has finally awakened!"
After being fed some bitter medicine, several guards came in to report.
"Your Majesty, the entire Yun clan has been thrown into the dungeon. The main culprits Yun Liang, Madam Yun, Yun Yaoyao, and Yun Yanyan have all been imprisoned in the water prison, awaiting Your Majesty's judgment!"
At this moment, Yun Yaoyao only felt a headache and chest pain. She had no strength and was utterly confused.
She turned her head to look around, but her view was blocked by the group of old men. Yun Yaoyao could only see that her bedhead was carved with dragons.
Suddenly struck by inspiration, she thought of something.
Yun Yaoyao endured the pain and reached her hand under the blanket.
Simultaneously, she recalled a certain novel she had read, where the author described it like this:
[Long Tiantian revealed a smile that was three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and four parts nonchalance, grabbing Su Xue'er's hand.
"Woman, can you feel it? This sleeping beast has awakened. If you keep playing with fire, I'll take you roughly right now!"]
"..."
Silence is tonight's Cambridge.
The good news was that she was still alive.
The bad news was that she had transmigrated again, this time into the body of the dog tyrant.
Yun Yaoyao closed her eyes in frustration.
No, she needed to calm down properly.
After calming down, she opened her eyes again, only to be greeted by the chattering group of old men. Yun Yaoyao felt even more annoyed.
"Everyone, withdraw." A deep, hoarse male voice that didn't belong to her sounded.
Yun Yaoyao was stunned for a moment.
She had to admit, the voice was quite pleasant.
The imperial physicians, guards, and serving palace maids immediately scattered like startled birds, their faces showing fear as they quickly withdrew.
The vast imperial bedchamber was left with only Yun Yaoyao.
She supported herself to get out of bed and walked step by step to the tall bronze mirror, examining this new body.
"Tsk, this face!"
The man had cold, sharp features, a clearly defined bone structure, a high and straight nose, and jet-black eyes with a layer of mist, cold yet seductive, making one unable to look directly at them.
Standing alone, he exuded the imposing aura of a noble and intimidating ruler.
"Tsk, this figure!"
A tall, slender body with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. The muscles were exactly where they should be, not an ounce more, not an ounce less.
"Tsk, this height!"
Enough to make some male celebrities stack several heel lifts.
The dog tyrant was perfect in every way, exactly what Yun Yaoyao desired. Her uncontrollable tears flowed from her mouth.
She vigorously rubbed the abs a few times to satisfy her craving, then lifted the lower hem to take a look at that once again sleeping beast. Her mind recalled a highly upvoted answer from Zhihu.
If you woke up one day and became a man, what would you do?
Answer: Of course, I'd try masturbating, hehe...
Yun Yaoyao rubbed her chin, revealing a sly smile.
Hmm... now that she had the equipment, how could she not give it a try?
