"What, now you're scared? Too late."

Nanlin didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and pierced his heart with a sword.

"I, I..." A mouthful of blood gushed from the Southern Emperor's mouth, and no one knew what he wanted to say.

But looking at the direction he was pointing, it was still the position of the dragon throne.

With the Southern Emperor dead, the remaining secret guards were no longer a threat and were all killed by the people of Nanlin.

The remaining half of the Imperial Guards also wisely laid down their weapons.

After all, the young emperor is dead, and the new emperor will only be Prince Ye.

They are loyal only to the emperor, whether he was in the past or the present.

The dust has settled.

Some timid people didn't even dare to cry, for fear that the future emperor would think they were mourning the deceased emperor.

Ye Wang's original men immediately knelt down, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

Seeing this, the others also knelt down and chanted in unison, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Everyone ignored the still-warm body of the Southern Emperor not far away, or rather, no one cared.

Meanwhile, Nan Xiangyue in the Ye Prince's Mansion was still wondering why the palace banquet was so late today and why Nan Lin hadn't returned yet.

Yes, the Southern Emperor's men died before they even reached Nan Xiangyue, and Nan Xiangyue didn't even know that such a thing had happened.

Is it pathetic? Perhaps!

At the same time.

Great Wei, Chen Mansion.

Chen Zhiyan suddenly woke up from his dream, covered in sweat, his heart pounding.

He dreamt that His Highness was in trouble.

No, it can't be true. Dreams are always the opposite of reality, right?

Wait a little longer, just a little longer and Her Highness will come back to marry him. She said she would come to marry him, and he should believe her.

She will definitely not break her promise.

must.