Beauty and the Bodyguard Chapter 11500 - 11498: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms!

Chapter 11500: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms!

Lin Yi gave a slow shake of his head. Han Jiechen was truly a hopeless fool; he had effectively signed his own death warrant with a single sentence.

Unaware of his dire situation, Han Jiechen’s agitation only intensified. "Stop pretending to be kind to me!" he spat. He violently kicked Han Changshi to the floor, pointing a finger directly at his face. "I see through it now. You've been a traitor from the start. You conspired with Lin Yi just so you could hand over the Han mansion to him, didn't you?"

"No, I..." Guardian Han stammered, completely stunned by the accusation.

Ignoring any attempts at an explanation, Han Jiechen turned toward Lin Yi with a freezing smirk. "You really strained your brain to scheme all this just to secure the King Han position for me. Haha, you've certainly worked hard. All this fake acting must be exhausting. If I were in your shoes, I would have made my move long ago."

Lin Yi merely smiled and shook his head, declining to argue. Wei Baizhan and his companions moved to restrain the man, but Lin Yi signaled them to stand down with a sharp glance. At this stage, Han Jiechen was behaving like a rabid dog. The person most likely to lose patience with him was Han Niansan, so there was no reason for Lin Yi to interfere in someone else's family matters.

Sure enough, as Han Jiechen continued his incessant rambling and increasingly vile insults, Han Niansan finally reached his breaking point. Bang! An explosion of pressure erupted, forcing Han Jiechen to his knees. The impact was so great that his kneecaps shattered instantly, leaving cracks in the marble floor.

Han Niansan glared down at him coldly. "I previously thought you were merely incompetent. Now I see you are a traitor. Your father’s greatest failure was not drowning you in a toilet bowl when you were born." As he spoke, he rested a heavy hand on Han Jiechen’s head. "In the name of the ancestors of the Han Imperial Residence, I officially banish you from the lineage and sentence you to death."

Sensing the cold shadow of death, Han Jiechen finally stopped screaming, his face twisting in terror. However, that fear quickly morphed back into madness. "What authority do you have to speak for the ancestors? I am the reigning King Han! What right do you have to cast me out of my own ancestral home?"

Suddenly, Han Jiechen bit down hard on his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood. "Han Niansan," he croaked with a muffled voice, "I shall report your crimes to the ancestors in my capacity as the current King of Han!"

As the blood splattered, a faint crimson Qi filled the entire ancestral hall. The portraits of the ancestors hanging around the room seemed to flicker with life, radiating an ancient aura identical to Han Niansan’s. "Sacrificing blood to the ancestors! You dare!" Han Niansan’s body trembled with fury at the sight. He felt a surge of regret; if he hadn't hesitated to kill Han Jiechen moments ago, this crisis would have been avoided. But now, it was too late.

Minister Han and the others were equally horrified. No one expected the situation to escalate so drastically. Despite being an idiot, Han Jiechen held the title of the current King of Han. His blood sacrifice was powerful enough to actually rouse the spirits of the Han Residence's ancestors. The problem was that these spirits were the very Foundation of the estate. Every time they were disturbed, it drained a massive amount of Yuan Qi. Regardless of the outcome, the Han Imperial Residence was suffering a devastating loss of vitality.

"Brat! How did my Han Imperial Residence produce a dog like you!" Han Niansan ground his teeth. He wanted nothing more than to crush Han Jiechen’s skull with a single strike, but he was paralyzed. Now that the ancestors were awake, a full explanation was required. Even as a twenty-third generation ancestor, he could not act unilaterally without being accused of deceiving his predecessors.

Seeing this, Han Jiechen’s smugness returned. "Han Niansan, you are the traitor, obsessed with gifting our Imperial Residence to a stranger. Let us see how you explain yourself before the ancestors!"

Han Niansan paid him no mind. The ancestral portraits had become vivid; while they didn't manifest physical bodies like he had, they pulsed with a living presence. "What is the meaning of this?" the first-generation ancestor’s portrait demanded in a majestic tone. Han Jiechen opened his mouth to complain, but the ancestors snorted in disdain. Even for a grievance, Han Jiechen lacked the status to speak first.

Respectfully, Han Niansan recounted the recent events. Han Jiechen felt a brief sense of relief. He had feared Han Niansan would twist the facts, but the report was surprisingly fair. Han Niansan’s reverence for the lineage was far deeper than his own, and he dared not lie to the spirits. However, Han Jiechen’s face soon paled. The surrounding ancestors began to roar with anger—not at Han Niansan, but at him.

As guardians of the Han legacy, their perspective mirrored Han Niansan’s. They would rather entrust the Han mansion to Lin Yi than see it destroyed in the hands of someone like Han Jiechen. Were these old ghosts insane? "What defense do you offer?" the first-generation ancestor asked deeply.

Han Jiechen scrambled to defend himself. "Ancestor, you are all-wise! Your grandson has sacrificed everything for the glory of the Han Imperial Residence. My actions were solely to protect our inheritance from being stolen by an outsider!" Despite his growing dread, he clung to a sliver of hope. After all, these were his own blood ancestors.

The first-generation ancestor remained silent for a moment before declaring, "Today, a disgraceful descendant has forsaken his clan and his heritage. Due to his petty selfishness, he has jeopardized the future of the Han Imperial Residence. I decree his immediate expulsion from the ancestral records and the revocation of all gifts and opportunities!"

"Agreed!" "Agreed!"

Han Jiechen’s heart plummeted. If it were only Han Niansan castigating him, there might be a path back. But with the unanimous consent of the ancestors, his fate was sealed. From this moment on, he was no longer a Han, and certainly no longer the King Han. It was an unchangeable reality.

Lin Yi and his group watched the drama unfold with cold detachment. Li Qinghe smirked, "He had a winning hand and managed to smash it to pieces. This guy is truly a special kind of talent." Everyone agreed. Han Jiechen wouldn't have faced this end if he had simply tempered his greed. Even without the kingship, his status and resources within the Han Residence would have guaranteed him a brilliant future. Even if Lin Yi had taken the throne, the ancestors likely would have sought to return the title to Han Jiechen once the external threats were neutralized.