The emperor didn't know what was going on either.

But his son's body was barely cold when he lay in bed with his daughter-in-law. If word got out, his already terrible reputation would become even more utterly infamous.

To cover their tracks, the emperor accused the two of adultery and gave them two cups of poisoned wine.

Having witnessed Liu being forced to drink poison while her hands and feet were restrained, Boss Qi smiled wickedly, concealing his merit and fame.

Ata spat, "Bad woman, serves you right!"

That's how she harmed Huo Wushuang in her past life.

It was clearly the man she loved who married Huo Wushuang for military power.

But she dared not blame the emperor who had bestowed the marriage upon her, nor dared to confront the power-hungry Zhao Zhen; she only resented Huo Wushuang for taking the position of the principal wife.

Even if Huo Wushuang felt that she had married a piece of dog shit.

In a patriarchal society, women only make things difficult for other women.

Even though it's all the man's fault, in their eyes, the man is never wrong; the only one at fault is the woman.

How hateful and how pathetic!

Panic gripped the capital. Officials and ministers packed their valuables and prepared to flee, while the common people eagerly awaited the arrival of Huo's army.

The emperor was driven mad by the constant news of falling cities and so-and-so's betrayal. He knew he was doomed, but didn't know exactly when.

He regretted it.

I regret it so much I could die.

He knew perfectly well that Huo Yu had no intention of rebelling; his sworn brother was the most loyal and upright person imaginable.

But he was just jealous, and he was just upset.

Jealous of Huo Yu's reputation and prestige, even though he was the emperor, the people preferred Huo Yu.

In the northwest border region, people only knew the God of War and not the Emperor.

His spies, who were sent to visit the common people, reported that scholars had casually remarked that if Huo Yu had been on the throne, the Great Sheng Dynasty would definitely be better off than it is now.

The venomous thorn embedded in his flesh was becoming increasingly painful, keeping him awake day and night.

He started thinking that it would be better if Huo Yu were dead.

After he died, no one raised those absurd assumptions anymore, and no one said that he had obtained the throne through Huo Yurang.

He knew that colluding with Japanese pirates was disgusting, and that he would be infamous for eternity if people found out, but he was so eager to get rid of Huo Yu that he was willing to take the gamble.

As it turned out, Huo Yu didn't die, but his daughter rebelled.

He had seen that little girl before; she was as beautiful as a flower. He never expected her to be such a wild and untamed troublemaker.

He is no less than any of his sons.

No, it should be said that all his sons combined couldn't compare to him.

This made him even more jealous of Huo Yu.

Huo Yu only had one daughter, yet she took the lives of all his useless sons.

Why is Heaven so kind to Huo Yu?

He is the true Son of Heaven!

But as city after city fell, Huo's army drew ever closer to Shengjing, and regret began to gnaw at his heart once more.

He began to ask himself honest questions.

Does it matter who the people like?

Is the scholar's casual conversation important?

No matter who they like, no matter how he obtained his throne, it doesn't change the fact that he is the one sitting on the dragon throne now.

So what if Huo Yu is a war god?

Why don't they just obediently guard the border for him and deter the Japanese pirates?

Moreover, the more powerful Huo Yu is, the more stable his empire will be, right?

Why did he destroy his sharpest knife?

Wouldn't it be better to sit comfortably on the dragon throne, watching the world go by with a smile, and enjoying the company of beautiful women?

Why would someone deliberately seek out suffering?

She also lost the lives of all her sons.

Now, even the dragon throne that was given to them cannot be kept.

No matter how much the emperor regretted it, Qi An still led the Huo family army all the way to the capital.

Outside the city gate, Qi An looked at the densely packed crowd of people being pushed out as human shields and laughed in anger.

This dog emperor has completely lost all sense of shame.

Ata stared in disbelief: "Holy crap, he's grabbing civilians to block the way? Has he gone mad?"

Qi An said, "He's perfectly clear-headed. He knows he's going to be finished, and he's just trying to disgust us one last time."

Sure enough, the emperor, hiding behind the imperial guards, shouted, "Huo Yu, aren't you a war god? I want to see how you're going to break through this city in the face of these unarmed civilians!"

The "shields" were mostly the elderly, women, and children; the elderly tremblingly protected the children, who cried loudly in their mothers' arms.

The emperor's mind was twisted. He laughed maniacally, "Haha, all of you, cry louder! If you don't want to die, kneel down and beg your war god general not to kill you."

Huo Yu frowned, disgusted by this move.

“Father, I’m scared…” a child cried out.

There was a commotion in Huo's army, because there were many soldiers' families among them.

Qi An sneered: "This dog emperor's move is despicable, but very effective."

“If Huo Yu takes action against these people, he will not only lose their support, but also the morale of the army will waver.”

But if the troops are withdrawn, the corrupt emperor, having tasted the benefits, will seize even more civilians as shields.

This is a psychological tactic!

Ata said, "What can we do? Just let him be this disgusting?"

Before Qi An could speak, the emperor roared, "Huo Yu, if you want these people to live, withdraw your troops immediately, or I will have my men fire arrows."

Huo Yu was about to order a retreat without hesitation.

The emperor smiled smugly, about to make an even more outrageous request.

For example, having Huo Yu commit suicide in public.

He loved the people like his own children, so he would be willing to die for these lowly people, right?

"General, don't retreat, don't worry about us, take Shengjing."

"Son, don't back down, your parents are not afraid of death."

“My husband, I’m not afraid.”

"We are not afraid."

The crying child, being comforted by the adults, also cried out, "Father, I...I'm not afraid either."

The soldiers' eyes were bloodshot, but not one of them retreated.

The emperor was furious and ordered the arrows to be fired.

The imperial guards, their hands trembling as they drew their bows and nocked arrows, looked down at the civilians below, unable to bring themselves to kill them.

They were all the emperor's personal guards; there was no way they could escape.

Seeing that no one was taking action, the emperor became enraged. He snatched a bow from a nearby eunuch and personally nocked three arrows, shooting them at the people.

As he made his move, Qi An reached out and pressed Huo Yu down, then flicked his whip, and the horse galloped forward like the wind.

Qi An suddenly leaped off his horse, nocked an arrow, drew his bow, and shot it out like lightning.

The three arrows, accompanied by a powerful whooshing sound, arrived first despite being launched later, colliding with the three arrows fired by the emperor and abruptly changing direction.

Then, all six arrows were fired at the emperor at once.

The emperor never imagined that someone could possess such incredible archery skills from such a distance.

As far as he knew, even Huo Yu didn't have this level of skill, which was why he dared to show himself so recklessly.

Seeing the arrow flying towards him, his pupils contracted. Without thinking, he grabbed a eunuch and used him as a shield.

However, the next second, the eunuch was unharmed, but he was hit by six arrows, and the powerful force shoved him off the city wall.

The moment he rolled over the wall, he was still filled with confusion.

Damn it, why do some people's arrows curve?

While in mid-air, Qi An threw his red-tasseled spear at him in a throwing motion.

After a scream, the emperor was pinned to the center of the city wall by a silver spear.

Ata: "Yay, bullseye!"