Inside the Imperial Study.

Helian Nie stood with his hands behind his back, his tall figure standing before the window of the imperial study, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed.

The rain outside the window was falling heavier and heavier, and his handsome face had an inscrutable expression.

"Crunch."

Suddenly, a door was pushed open, and Changying walked in. Changying raised his hand, closed the door again, and then stepped towards the table.

"emperor."

Changying knelt on one knee and bowed to Helian Nie.

"How is it?" The sinister voice was devoid of any emotion, and the faint chill within it seemed to carry the murderous aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"It has been confirmed that, just as His Majesty suspected, although the assassins were killers from the Moon Pavilion in the martial arts world, the person who hired them was undoubtedly a confidant of General Wen."

"Your Majesty, the assassins from Yue Lou will not stop until they achieve their goal. Do you want me to lead men to wipe out everyone in Yue Lou?"

Chang Ying's face had a hard, cold expression; his usually taut face was especially cold at this moment, and his tone was icy and respectful.

It's no wonder Changying had this thought; when the emperor first ascended the throne, there was a so-called reputable and righteous sect in the martial arts world...

Those who couldn't stand the emperor's ruthless methods of murdering their fathers and brothers to seize power, raised the banner of chivalry and justice in the martial arts world.

They attempted to assassinate the emperor time and again. On the third attempt, the emperor was in a bad mood, and by sheer bad luck, someone injured his shoulder.

That very night, the so-called righteous sect was completely annihilated by the Emperor and his Shadow Army. Flames lit up the sky, and from then on, no one in the martial world dared to challenge imperial power.

When ordinary people talk about it, they all say that this was the emperor's first act of tyranny.

Little did they know, those so-called prestigious sects were nothing more than remnants of the previous dynasty who had managed to escape, lying dormant for many years.

Even when the late emperor was still on the throne, he repeatedly challenged imperial authority, but unfortunately, the late emperor became senile in his later years.

The crown prince, unaware of his status as a remnant of the previous dynasty, became close to him, even referring to him as a friend, believing this would be another asset in his ascension to the throne.

However, their goal from beginning to end was simply to find an opportunity to restore their country.

If they were truly allowed to restore their kingdom, the bloodshed would not be limited to just one sect.

People only saw what they saw and heard, so the emperor's reputation as a tyrant spread far and wide, leading them to believe that allowing such a tyrant to become emperor would bring about the downfall of the Northern Yin Dynasty.

The neighboring countries, naturally, were also watching with a spectator's mentality, each eyeing Bei Yin with covetous intent, hoping that Bei Yin would fall one day so they could get a share of the spoils.

However, year after year passed, and the Northern Yin Dynasty not only did not perish, but gradually began to flourish.

This was a resounding slap in the face, leaving those who had initially complained feeling deeply embarrassed.

In recent years, the reputation of the Northern Yin Emperor as a tyrant has remained, but the calls for his condemnation have diminished.

After all, Helian Nie's achievements since ascending the throne are there for all to see.

While the rest of the world was unaware of the Emperor's intentions, Changying and several others who had served Helian Nie for many years were fully aware of them.

This is why they were willing to follow the emperor wholeheartedly; a wise bird chooses its tree to perch on.

Which man wouldn't want to contribute to the prosperity of his country?

"No need."

Helian Nie turned around, strode to the nanmu chair, and sat down lazily. The crimson dragon cannon somehow made Helian Nie exude an air of domineering nobility.

Changying looked up, puzzled.

But then Helian Nie's thin, crimson lips curled slightly, and a mocking sneer appeared on his handsome face.

“If I don’t let them feel that they have an opportunity to take advantage of me, how can I rightfully eliminate the Wen family and take back my half of the military power?”