Chapter 138
Lord Liu knelt on the ground and swallowed hard. He felt that the new emperor's temperament seemed to have changed quite a bit...
"Lord Liu was recently promoted by Prime Minister Shen, and then he got involved in the corruption case in two provinces. He is truly a loyal minister," Song Xuan said in a cold tone, even with a hint of sinister intent.
There were guards outside the Imperial Study. He strode over to the nearest guard and drew the sword from the guard's waist.
With a 'whoosh', the sword emitted a burst of cold light.
Song Xuan strode forward and lifted Lord Liu, who was kneeling on the ground. The next moment, before Lord Liu could even scream, his head was severed.
The head rolled to Chen Zheng's side with its eyes wide open. None of the ministers who had been trying to persuade him spoke up again, and the entire imperial study was deathly silent.
With blood smeared on his face, Song Xuan said, word by word, "I am the Emperor of Xuan Kingdom. How to deal with my wife is entirely up to me."
At this moment, he was filled with murderous intent, like a god of death.
The officials trembled with fear, not daring to utter another word, and carefully kowtowed, saying, "Your subject obeys the decree."
No one can withstand the wrath of the emperor.
They dared to gather together to hold a funeral for Song Xuan only because Song Xuan, when he was the crown prince, was humble and gentle, and he listened to the advice of his ministers, which emboldened them.
Now that Song Xuan has angrily executed the court officials, these people naturally don't dare to utter a single word.
With a loud 'bang'.
Song Xuan threw his sword to the ground, took the handkerchief from Xiao Xiazi, wiped the blood off his hands, and strode away.
Shen Zheng trembled uncontrollably, finally collapsing to the ground after Song Xuan left, his eyes filled with terror...
Song Xuan returned to the Eastern Palace.
The hall was filled with a light jasmine fragrance and was lined with ice bricks, making the temperature feel like winter.
"Your Majesty, I have already had the paintings you made recently hung up," Xia Zi followed behind Song Xuan and reported in a low voice.
Inside the bedchamber, portraits of various sizes hung on the walls, all depicting Shen Qingnian, some standing, some sitting, some lying down, some smiling...
These portraits were all painted by Song Xuan over the course of seven days and nights.
Song Xuan looked at the portrait on the wall, his eyelashes trembling slightly, a surge of excitement rising in his heart.
It'll be soon; he'll be going to be with Qingnian soon.
He came to the bedside. The woman on the bed was peaceful and beautiful. His dark eyes seemed to light up with flickering light, and he gazed at her for a long time.
It wasn't until Xia Zi cautiously spoke up, "Your Majesty, the fireworks you requested have just arrived."
Three days ago, His Majesty suddenly suggested that more fireworks be made. He dared to guess that His Majesty might want to set them off for the deceased Empress.
He remembered that on the night before His Majesty's ascension to the throne, His Majesty and the Empress had made a promise to watch fireworks together, but unfortunately...
A flicker of emotion crossed Song Xuan's eyes as he asked, "How many are there in total?"
He promised her he would set off fireworks for her.
“It weighs a total of over 500 jin, and it should last for about half an hour,” Xiazi replied.
Song Xuan then asked, "How is Yan Qing?"
Yan Qing was the child born to Qing Nian, and this was the first time he had asked about it in the past few days.
Xiaxiazi replied, "The little prince has already had his milk and is asleep."
“In that case, you may take your men to the courtyard to set off fireworks,” Song Xuan said, looking out the window at the dark courtyard. His eyes, no longer bleak, now held a glimmer of light.
He wanted to atone for Qingnian's sins, in his own way...
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