"Xiang Yinghan and Yue Zhengfeng colluded!!"

"Xiang Yinghan and his son usurped power!"

"Xiang Yinghan and Yue Zhengfeng deserve to be sacrificed to the heavens!!!"

The crowd's complaints grew louder and louder, forcing Xiang Yinghan's eyes to turn red. With a "plop," a single tear fell down her cheek.

"Rebellion! Rebellion! I am the emperor! You want to wipe me out?! You dare to challenge me?!"

"You dare to challenge me?!"

Hahahaha!

He took out the imperial guard's tiger tally, suddenly stood up, and smashed the teacup in front of him with a crash.

Smash the cup as a signal!

Xiang Yinghan laughed maniacally, waiting for his soldiers, whom he had already laid in ambush, to come and wipe out the traitors.

"Guards! All Imperial Guards stationed outside the palace, listen to my command: everyone present today, kill without mercy!"

This group of fools thought they had the situation under control, but they didn't know that he had prepared a backup plan before the trial.

What about those born under the "Lone Star" (a jinxed star in Chinese folklore)?!

So what if they usurped power?!

They didn't have the chance to live to see the rest of the world...

However, nothing happened.

The imperial guards who had been lying in ambush outside the palace could not hear any sound.

The hall remained quiet and oppressively quiet, making it hard to breathe.

Xiang Yinghan was stunned, then turned around and smashed another teacup.

There was still no movement.

The third and fourth teacups, and finally, in a fit of rage, he kicked the table over.

However, it didn't work!

His royal guards will not come.

His throne was also lost forever.

At this moment, Xiang Linyuan, who was sitting in the first chair on the left, finally slowly stood up and chuckled:

"Your Majesty, you may not know, but I brought men from the main camp outside the capital with me today. Your few men have already been suppressed."

"It's time for this one-man show to come to an end!"

As he spoke, the soft sword at his waist was drawn and pressed against Xiang Yinghan's neck.

Everyone held their breath for a moment.

Although the regent is the rightful heir to the throne.

However, Xiang Yinghan had been emperor for so many years, and his influence still lingered. Could he really just kill people like that?!

However, as it turns out, Xiang Linyuan was so obsessed that he was truly capable of such a thing.

Splash—

A sharp sword light flashed, leaving behind a trail of blood droplets.

Xiang Yinghan's tall body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He refused to close his eyes, clutching his bleeding neck, and stared intently at Si Jin.

In a daze, the image of Si Jin when they first met flashed before his eyes again.

That year, while drinking alone under the moon, he saw Si Jin for the first time, dressed in her undergarments and sweeping the floor with her head down.

A pure and innocent young man, untouched by the filth of the deep palace, quietly and silently entered his heart.

It became his obsession, the white moonlight he could never erase.

He struggled to speak: "Jingjing, you love me, please save me..."

Unexpectedly, the boy he regarded as a god walked step by step to Xiang Linyuan's side, stood on tiptoe, and placed a kiss on the murderer's lips.

Turning to look at Xiang Yinghan, she smiled faintly:

"No, I love him, I want to save him."

Xiang Yinghan's last hope was shattered. He loosened his grip, finally lowered his head, and closed his eyes.

He died without ever understanding what he had done wrong to provoke Jinjin into such a resolute decision!

… …

Xiang Yinghan died, and Yue Zhengfeng lost his last support. He was tied to the altar and burned as a sacrifice to heaven.

The rules set by Si Jin.

The day of the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven coincided with Xiang Linyuan's ascension to the throne.

The emperor, dressed in a black dragon robe, stood below the altar for offering sacrifices to Heaven.

The newly appointed Imperial Preceptor, Yue Sijin, stood on the altar, dressed in a moon-white robe.

They stood a distance apart, gazing at each other from afar.

For a moment, everyone felt a sense of solemnity and sanctity, as if they were gazing upon a deity.

Si Jin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that this dragon robe looked exactly like the Heavenly Emperor's robe.

His little Heavenly Lord was meant to be so dazzling, meant to stand above all the gods.