Seeing this, Jin Linlin chuckled and slowly stood up from the dragon throne. She walked lightly to the front of Prince Jin, circled around him, and looked him up and down.

"Kill you? That's too easy for you." Jin Linlin's tone suddenly turned cold. "Haven't you always coveted my beauty and wanted me to be your favorite? Now, it's time for me to repay you."

Hearing this, a flash of panic flashed across the eyes of the King of Jin, but he quickly calmed down and said calmly, "What do you want?"

"I should have killed you then. Who could have imagined that a woman could ascend to the supreme throne?"

A playful smile appeared on Jin Linlin's lips, as if she was mocking King Jin's stupidity and naivety.

She opened her red lips slightly:

"Throw him into the Nanfeng Pavilion and tell the people inside that he must receive ten guests every day, regardless of life or death."

Upon hearing this, King Jin was struck by lightning. His face turned pale instantly and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

"No! You vicious woman!" King Jin widened his eyes in horror and struggled desperately, trying to break free from the guards' restraints.

However, Jin Linlin just looked at him coldly, and the smile on her face became colder, as if his struggle and begging for mercy were just a ridiculous farce.

"You have come to this day." Jin Linlin's voice was calm yet cold. "Back then, you used all means to secure the throne. Now, I am simply giving you a taste of your own medicine."

The guards mercilessly lifted up Prince Jin and dragged him out like a dead dog. His curses echoed throughout the empty palace, a cry of despair and resentment, but Jin Linlin felt no mercy at all.