Song Yunyang's words were like sharp blades, piercing Wu Yunyin's heart.

A flicker of pain crossed Wu Yunyin's face, and her body trembled slightly, but she said nothing more.

She slowly released the Emperor's Sword from her hand. The sword, which once symbolized supreme power, now seemed so heavy and useless. She slowly closed her eyes, as if waiting for final liberation.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was extremely heavy, filled with a sense of tragedy and helplessness.

Song Yunyang drew her plain silver sword, and Wu Yunyin's body spun around due to inertia before collapsing to the ground. Blood flowed from her chest, staining her supreme dragon robe crimson.

Song Yunyang sheathed her sword slowly and solemnly. Her face showed no joy of victory, only a deep sorrow and helplessness.

"Someone come here!"

Song Yunyang shouted, her voice as loud as thunder, breaking the silence in the palace.

Several guards rushed over. Song Yunyang pointed at Wu Yunyin's body and said in a deep voice, "Take Wu Yunyin's body away, build a mausoleum, and bury her as the Great Wu Emperor."

The guards looked at each other in bewilderment. Wu Yunyin had brought this upon herself and deserved her punishment, yet Song Yunyang had even bestowed upon her posthumous honors.

"Didn't you hear my order?"

Upon hearing this, several guards rushed forward and carried Wu Yunyin's body away.

Outside the city, night had fallen and the stars were sparse. Chen Zhennan stood on the hillside, his gaze piercing through the darkness, fixed on the brightly lit capital city in the distance.

The capital city is undergoing tremendous changes, and he is at the center of this transformation.

Yan Shiyu rode up hurriedly, the sound of his horse's hooves particularly clear in the quiet night.

Upon arriving before Chen Zhennan, Yan Shiyu dismounted and urgently reported, "General, Wu Yunyin is dead. Marshal Song has ordered her to be buried as the Empress of the Great Wu."

Upon hearing this, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Chen Zhennan's eyes, and he slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

Yan Shiyu was quite puzzled and asked curiously, "Why is the General laughing? How can Wu Yunyin be buried in the imperial mausoleum?"

His voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction and doubt; he showed little sympathy for Wu Yunyin's death.

Chen Zhennan shook his head and explained calmly, "This is Yun Yang trying to clear Zhou Xiang's name. Only in this way will people believe that the culprit is not Zhou Xiang, but Wu Yunyin."

Upon hearing this, Yan Shiyu's eyes flashed with realization, and he finally understood Song Yunyang's deeper meaning.

After saying that, Chen Zhennan mounted his horse and led the special forces into the city. The sound of hooves echoed in the night, like the drumbeats of victory.

After passing through the city gate and climbing the city wall, Chen Zhennan stood on the wall, overlooking the entire capital city.

Chen Zhennan stood atop the city wall, the night breeze brushing against his face, his thoughts as complex and profound as the night wind.

Suddenly, Chen Zhennan's gaze turned fierce, and he turned to Yan Shiyu beside him and ordered, "According to the list in your hand, arrest those officials who have aided and abetted the tyrants and oppressed the people tonight, and send them all to the palace prison to await trial."

Yan Shiyu nodded heavily, "Yes, Commander!" Then he turned and left with his special forces team, their figures quickly disappearing into the night.

Chen Zhennan wasn't worried about Yan Shiyu's abilities, and since the entire capital was now under Song Yunyang's control, there seemed to be nothing to worry about.

Turning around, Chen Zhennan walked to the top of the city gate, where an iron chain hung, and below the chain was an iron cage containing the head of Wu Xiurui, a veteran of three dynasties.

Chen Zhennan reached out and grabbed the iron chain, slowly pulling the iron cage up. Holding the cage in his hands, he saw that Wu Xiurui's head inside had turned into a skull. Chen Zhennan felt a pang of sorrow upon seeing this.

"Old Wu, I will send you to your final rest."

Chen Zhennan's voice was filled with deep sorrow and respect. Back then, when he was fighting in the north and south, all his logistical support came from Wu Guolao's strong support. He never expected to end up like this.

Chen Zhennan, carrying the iron cage, was just about to turn around and descend from the city wall when he heard a series of hurried footsteps, breaking the tranquil atmosphere on the city wall.

Chen Zhennan didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a routine patrol and didn't take it to heart.

However, not long after, Wang Lei led a group of guards to rush up the city wall, their swords pointed directly at Chen Zhennan, and the atmosphere instantly became tense and oppressive.

Chen Zhennan frowned slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Wang Lei, what do you mean by this?"

Wang Lei chuckled, a hint of cunning and madness in his expression.

"Today is the best opportunity. As long as we eliminate you, Chen Zhennan, our Great Marshal will become the first female emperor in history. Now that the three kingdoms are unified, there is no better time than now."

After hearing Wang Lei's explanation, Chen Zhennan was not angry. He knew Wang Lei's personality; he didn't listen to anyone except Song Yunyang.

Chen Zhennan slowly lowered the iron cage, his movements calm and unhurried, and asked in return, "Even if Song Yunyang becomes the first female emperor in history, now that the three kingdoms are unified, do you really think she has the ability to control the overall situation?"

Wang Lei gave a nonchalant snort, his eyes revealing arrogance and confidence.

"Abilities grow gradually; even if you don't have them now, you will in the future. Brothers, kill him!"

At Wang Lei's command, the guards, like wild beasts unleashed, brandished their swords and charged towards Chen Zhennan.

Chen Zhennan's pupils contracted sharply. He had thought everything was settled and had not brought a long knife or any equipment. Now, he was unarmed and in a very unfavorable situation.

Without a second thought, Chen Zhennan hurriedly retreated, moving quickly along the city wall, trying to find a chance to escape.

Wang Lei pursued relentlessly, like a cheetah chasing its prey, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

Finally, Chen Zhennan ran to a stairwell and was about to go down when he discovered a group of soldiers wielding swords and knives below.

"I didn't expect you to be so well prepared. It seems I'm really doomed to die today."

Wang Lei revealed a smug smile and slowly walked behind Chen Zhennan.

"Chen Zhennan, today is your death day, stop struggling."

After saying that, Wang Lei thrust his sword at Chen Zhennan with swift and decisive movements.

Just as Wang Lei's sword was about to strike, Chen Zhennan instinctively reached out and grabbed the blade. The piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body, blood flowed down his palm and dripped onto the ground, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

This was the first time Chen Zhennan had ever encountered such a decisive opponent; the rule that "villains die from talking too much" actually didn't apply to Wang Lei.

"Hmph, what an overestimation of your abilities!"

Wang Lei flicked his wrist, and the sword flipped in Chen Zhennan's hand. Chen Zhennan had no choice but to let go, his palm already covered in blood.

Before Wang Lei could thrust out his sword again, Chen Zhennan retreated without hesitation, leaped, and jumped down the city wall.

Wang Lei stared in astonishment as Chen Zhennan jumped down, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"He's a madman!"