Mu Siyu racked his brains, trying desperately to remember.

In the end, only a few heart-wrenching words echoed in my mind—

Relentless slaughter.

Relentless torture and slaughter?

Mu Siyu's heart sank, and he instantly lost his composure: "Jinjin, have you forgotten?"

He shouted, "Father always taught us never to kill our brothers, and you actually... Ahhh!"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Si Jin raised his hand slightly, condensing the invisible wind in the air into countless sharp blades, which instantly severed one of his hands.

Mu Siyu was in so much pain that he felt dizzy and his tears fell uncontrollably.

Just as she was recovering from her shock, she heard Si Jin, standing on the high platform, speak coldly.

"This strike is for my father."

Before he could finish speaking, another wind blade flew out, severing Mu Siyu's other hand.

"This blow was made on behalf of my mother!"

"This blow was made for your own mother!"

"This strike is for my eldest brother!"

"..."

Mu Siyu's flesh, still attached to his bones, was sliced ​​off piece by piece.

It fell to the ground with a thud.

Several times she nearly fainted and was about to die, but Si Jin used her divine power to keep her alive and pull her back to life.

He was forced to repay the debts of more than 500 members of the Northern Qi royal family.

Then, his soul was returned to the Lingchi Formation.

Only then did he order Shen Yi to collect Mu Siyu's remains and scraps, preparing to take them to Northern Qi to be burned piece by piece, turning his bones to ashes.

Furthermore, the formation used to execute Mu Siyu by slow slicing should be built on the imperial mausoleum of the Northern Qi dynasty.

This is to commemorate the royal family and subjects who died because of this brief period of national destruction.

… …

Although the Southern Liang Dynasty provided assistance, the Northern Qi territory was vast, and it was not until a month later that it was completely subjugated.

On the day Si Jin ascended the throne, the system announced the completion of the storyline and the reward of points.

Little Yao stared longingly with her bright blue tiger eyes, waiting to collect her wages.

But all that was heard was the system's cold notification: [100 points have been awarded and used entirely to offset sin points. Please continue your efforts, host.]

Xiao Yao: 【(ò ó)】

Seriously... not even a single penny?

"Yes." Si Jin said gently, "Otherwise, how could we show you that I'm punishing you?"

Xiao Yao: 【(╥ω╥`)】

It vowed that it would never again experience the joy of Little Heavenly King.

This kind of happiness is something that a single system cannot withstand.

It should just obediently return to the system bureau and sell its waist for glory QAQ.

After watching Si Jin's coronation ceremony, Xiao Yao prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, a guard suddenly reported: "Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! The Ninth Prince of Southern Liang has led his army to attack!!"

These words shocked all the officials in the court.

The Northern Qi dynasty had just been overthrown and was still recovering; it could not afford another war.

Before Si Jin could speak, the old prime minister hurriedly asked, "How do you know he wants to go to war? Isn't Southern Liang and us quite on good terms? Didn't Wei Linyuan help us reclaim our territory not long ago?"

The young soldier was extremely troubled: "But...but Wei Linyuan really did lead more than 300,000 troops and besieged our imperial city, clamoring for His Majesty to come up to the city wall to see him!"

Upon hearing this, all the civil and military officials of Northern Qi gasped in shock, and by the time they realized what was happening, their foreheads were covered in cold sweat.

This is insane! This is another fierce battle!

… …

A quarter of an hour later, surrounded by officials who were frowning and practicing diligently, Si Jin stepped onto the imperial city and looked down at the 300,000 soldiers below.

A vast, dark mass almost filled the entire capital of Northern Qi.

Before that army, on a tall horse, sat the arrogant and powerful Ninth Prince of Southern Liang.

Si Jin stood atop the city wall, gazing at him from afar: "Your Highness, with such a grand display, are you going to attack the city or surrender?"

"None of those!" Wei Linyuan's voice boomed: "I have conquered Yaoyang Kingdom, and now I am here to fulfill the promise I made to His Majesty, offering the kingdom as my dowry!"

After saying this, he jumped off his horse and held up a wooden box containing a map of Yaoyang Kingdom.

At the same time, the 300,000 soldiers stretching for miles knelt down in unison, following his movement.

Each person was holding a wooden box.

It contained either gold, jewels, or maps of small countries that Wei Linyuan had already conquered.

Three hundred thousand people simultaneously opened the betrothal gifts, and then, together with Wei Linyuan, they said, "Please accept them, Your Majesty!"

The sound was loud and clear, resounding through the mountains and rivers, echoing over the capital of Northern Qi for a long time.

That was a marriage proposal gift that A Yuan had prepared for him, a gift that would be the envy of the nation.