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“An Emperor, who can decide life and death with a single word, is actually so fragile?” Ji Yucang’s voice was cold and merciless. After saying this, he lifted his foot and kicked Yan Yunshuo in the abdomen—
Bang!
The immense force sent Yan Yunshuo’s body flying, slamming into the high imperial desk, and after a violent impact, he fell to the ground in a disheveled heap.
Yan Yunshuo gasped for air, his bones and internal organs aching as if they had been displaced, his vision blurred by dark fog, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Shen Ning stood in the distance, watching silently, her eyes cold and devoid of emotion.
It was as if everything happening before her had nothing to do with her.
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”
“A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated! What exactly do you want?”
“Take all these officials away.” Ji Yucang waved his hand, “Count the numbers, confiscate their homes, starting today, Nan Dynasty will undergo a change of dynasty.”
“Long live! Long live! Long live!”
The officials were escorted out, leaving only Yan Yunshuo in the hall, looking like a stray dog, disheveled and in pain, curled up on the ground.
Ji Yucang waited patiently, waiting for him to recover from the agony that was worse than death, before walking over and squatting down in front of him: “Yan Yunshuo, you owe me a life.”
Shen Ning watched calmly as he squatted on the ground, so naturally telling Yan Yunshuo, “You owe me a life.” At this moment, her feelings were indescribable.
Yan Yunshuo struggled to open his eyes, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth: “I… when did I owe you…”
“You owe me.” Ji Yucang grabbed his hair, slamming his head against the hard palace brick floor, “Yan Yunshuo, the moment you and Han Rong plotted to kill the War Goddess, the Eldest Princess, you sealed your fate for today’s tragic end.”
It took Yan Yunshuo a moment to understand the full sentence, and his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.
What? What did he say?
War Goddess, the Eldest Princess?
“War… War Goddess…” Yan Yunshuo struggled to free himself from the restraint, but Ji Yucang’s hand was like an iron clamp, firmly holding him down on the ground. Yan Yunshuo’s voice trembled uncontrollably, “War Goddess… War Goddess…”
“You killed War Goddess Princess, so Nan Dynasty’s fate is exhausted.” Ji Yucang’s voice was cold and indifferent, carrying a chilling murderous intent, “Yan Yunshuo, you led Nan Dynasty to its destruction with your own hands. You are the eternal sinner of Nan Dynasty! After death, you will have no face to meet your father or the ancestors of your Yan family. They will not forgive you, no one will forgive you.”
After saying this, Ji Yucang stood up, his gaze from above like that of someone looking down at a lowly, dying ant: “What Emperor? An incompetent and immoral person, even if you luckily ascend to this position, you cannot hold it, protect it, or live long.”
With that, he kicked him fiercely, sending him flying again and heavily crashing into the imperial desk. Another violent impact directly caused Yan Yunshuo to scream in agony before fainting.
Shen Ning remained silent throughout.
Ji Yucang turned and walked over to her, looking at her calmly: “Feeling better?”
Shen Ning silently handed him a handkerchief: “Don’t dirty your hands.”
Outside the hall, bodies were strewn everywhere, the Nan Dynasty imperial guards were mostly dead or injured, and the civil and military officials would also meet their end.
Ji Yucang did not intend to spare any lives.
After the Eldest Princess was married to Han Rong and then murdered, the entire court was implicated. If even one person among them had believed that the War Goddess Princess should not have retired to make soup but should have continued as a great general, leading troops in and out of the court and military camps, if even one person had acknowledged her contributions to Nan Dynasty, she would not have died so miserably.
Shen Ning stood beside Ji Yucang, indifferently watching the scene of a palace that resembled a human hell, the air filled with the strong scent of blood. The Grand General of the expedition, Chu Yunxiao, was leading his soldiers to clean up the battlefield, dragging the corpses to one side for unified disposal.
The palace was filled with nonstop cries, wails, pleas for mercy filled with fear and unease, and various other chaotic sounds.
Shen Ning’s mood at this time was extremely calm, without the pleasure of revenge. Perhaps after so many days, this situation had been imagined countless times, and there was nothing worth getting excited or emotional about.
Yan Yunshuo’s miserable state was his own doing, but beyond the fall of the nation and the change of dynasty, everything was in ruins and needed to be rebuilt. The people’s lives would continue, and it was necessary to quickly pacify the hearts of the people, or else allowing Nan Dynasty to fall into chaos would only lead to more suffering under corrupt officials and tyrants.
“After this place is cleaned up, ascend to the throne first, determine the imperial title, and then issue an edict to pacify the people’s hearts.” Ji Yucang held her hand, “There are not enough officials, so select some from the generals first to stabilize the overall situation.”