Do You Think This Prince Doesn't Dare Kill You

Mr. Hugh was startled by the murderous intent radiating from the sword, but he thought to himself that Alexander Hayes was only trying to scare him—surely he wouldn’t dare kill a scholar at the palace gates. So he mustered his courage and said, "Prince Alexander, what is the meaning of this? Are you really going to kill me? Hmph, who would’ve thought the mighty War God Alexander Hayes would let himself be bewitched by a woman and lose his senses to this extent!"

Alexander Hayes pressed his sword against Mr. Hugh’s neck, his eyes icy cold as he stared him down. "Do you really think I wouldn’t dare kill you?"

Mr. Hugh’s neck brushed against the sharp, cold blade, making him shiver uncontrollably. Still, he stubbornly believed Alexander Hayes was only bluffing. He stiffened his neck and argued, "Prince Alexander, I knelt to uphold tradition. What right do you have to kill me?"

"Hmph! In this world, the victor makes the rules. The strong decide what’s tradition! I say women can open academies, teach, and appear in public—that’s the law of the Jin Empire now! If you don’t like it, go argue with the King of Hell!"

Alexander Hayes sneered. Without another word, he flicked his sword—and before anyone could see how he moved, a head flew through the air, rolling several times on the ground.

On that severed head, Mr. Hugh’s stunned expression was frozen—he never imagined, even in death, that Alexander Hayes would actually kill him!

The academy’s senior staff were all scholars; none of them had ever seen blood, let alone someone beheaded right in front of them. Their legs turned to jelly, and they collapsed to the ground, unable to even run.

Alexander Hayes coldly wiped the blood from his sword, then swept his gaze over the scholars sitting on the ground.

That single glance from him sent a bone-chilling terror through every scholar there.

Only now did they realize, after years of comfort, that Alexander Hayes was nothing like them.

Alexander Hayes is a general forged in the fires of countless battles!

For one general’s glory, countless bones are buried.

No one knows how many lives he’s taken, how many corpses he’s stepped over, to reach the heights of power he holds today.

To the victor go the spoils—the strong make the rules!

Alexander Hayes is the strongest in the Jin Empire. His word is law.

Even the Emperor himself owes his throne to Alexander Hayes. Everyone knows that while there’s a distinction between ruler and subject, the real power rests in Alexander Hayes’s hands.

It’s not that Alexander Hayes couldn’t be emperor—he simply doesn’t want to.

If he wished, he could kill the Emperor in an instant and claim the throne for himself.

Realizing this, everyone felt a chill of fear and thanked their luck for not kneeling with Mr. Hugh.

To challenge Princess Lily Hayes in Alexander Hayes’s presence is to invite death.

Mr. Hugh’s body still lay in a pool of blood, his head lying alone on the ground. Alexander Hayes glanced at the terrified executives of Phoenix Academy, casually wiping the blood from his sword as he asked, "Does anyone else have objections to Dean Evans’s position? If you do, speak up now, and I’ll show you what real rules look like."

Trembling, everyone prostrated themselves and hurriedly replied: "No objections! Dean Evans is talented and capable, and was chosen by Dean Gu. We have no objections!"

"A wise man knows when to yield. Good." Alexander Hayes snorted. "What if people object after you return to the academy?"

We will strictly discipline our subordinates and explain the new rules. No one will object to Dean Evans’s gender.

Good. If I ever hear anyone question Dean Evans’s gender again, I’ll personally send him to join Mr. Hugh in the afterlife—let them keep each other company.