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A long rope passed through a tall iron ring and was suddenly pulled up. Several well-dressed nobles were hung up, kicking and struggling, and were finally hanged to death by the rope.
The palace square of Titania was covered with flowing blood, and the bodies of criminals stood on both sides of the square. The palace messengers in red held the imperial edict and read out the charges against these nobles aloud.
Treason, rebellion, disloyalty, and many other terrifying charges were shouted out from that voice, while the nobles and commoners below were silent.
Soon after, the sky gradually became gloomy and heavy rain poured down, constantly washing the blood-stained ground. The hanging corpses became even more creepy and gloomy in the rain.
Ever since the Emperor's death, the capital has been shrouded in a state of nervous anxiety. The red-clad Royal Guards have been searching house to house, searching for the Emperor's murderer and his accomplices.
Countless suspected nobles and officials were dragged out by the Royal Guards, interrogated and beheaded on the spot. Blood flowed on the streets of the royal capital. Many nobles expressed their protests and doubts, but these voices were suppressed by the Royal Guards' executive officer, Drosa.
This rare Sequence 7 within the empire suppressed dissenting voices with overwhelming strength. With an almost frantic attitude, he pursued and searched for suspects who might harm the emperor, preferring to kill a thousand innocent people rather than let a single one go.
He suspected everyone, even the emperor's brother Edren and Queen Lily Esther were on his watch list.
As a close minister favored by the emperor and the commander of the Imperial Guard, he felt extremely honored when he was trusted by the emperor, but now all of this is lost.
"I swear to kill everyone involved in the assassination of Your Majesty." He wore a black and red windbreaker and led thousands of guards to use force to clear all possible hiding places in the capital.
In the past, all the thieves and pickpockets involved in the gray industry would be hanged by this angry avenger if they were caught.
This happened over and over again, and countless people were involved in this cold-blooded and cruel purge. Killings were taking place in the square every day, the only difference was whether it was 10 or 100 people today.
Today, after executing another batch of suspects, De Rosa returned to the palace, walking on the black and white checkered floor, heading towards the queen's bedroom.
When they arrived at the door of the palace corridor, a maid in a black and white dress nervously stood in front of the adult.
"I'm sorry, Lord De Rosa, Her Majesty the Queen doesn't want to see you." Her voice was trembling, and she was obviously afraid of the bloody commander of the Royal Guards.
De Rosa stared at the maid with cold eyes and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he spoke when the maid almost fell down.
"I understand, your servant." Then he turned around with stiff steps and left with a group of fully armored guards.
When the maid behind him was about to relax, he spoke again.
"However, for the safety of the Queen and His Royal Highness the Prince, I will have people stationed around the palace 24 hours a day to ensure safety." Then the group walked away with the sound of armor rubbing against each other.
Inside the palace, Lily was sitting at a small round table, holding a baby less than a year old in her arms. This was her and Amank's child.
It was raining outside the window, hitting the glass continuously, making a crackling sound. Seeing that the child in her arms was about to be woken up, Lily carefully rocked the child to comfort him.
"Be good, mommy is here, sleep well..." She tried to whisper in a gentle tone, but her pale face was already haggard.
After the emperor's death, many affairs of the empire and the palace suddenly fell on the shoulders of this innocent girl, making her anxious and terrified.
Seeing the child in her arms fall asleep again, the young mother breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up and saw the maid coming back. She whispered, "Is he gone?"
"Yes, Lord De Rosa has left." The maid decided not to tell anyone that there were several layers of Royal Guards guarding outside, so as not to upset the anxious Queen.
After hearing this, Lily's frown relaxed a little and her expression softened.
"Actually, I don't hate DeRosa, I'm just really afraid of seeing him."
She recalled what she had seen and heard during the past year. Every time De Rosa found a so-called suspect, he would ask her to judge and sentence him to death, and sometimes he would even ask her to watch the criminals being killed.
Facing such bloody scenes for a long time was too much of a stimulation for Lily, causing her to suffer from insomnia and nightmares at night.
"Are those people really guilty?" she once asked the people around her.
"I don't know." The servant who answered this was hanged on a long pole that day because of suspicion.
From then on, whenever Lily asked, everyone would answer, "They deserve to die."
Lily wanted De Rosa to kill fewer people, but this minister looked at her with a look that said, "As expected," and even doubted. After being stared at by that cold gaze, it was like a poisonous snake spying on her, which made Lily dare not speak casually afterwards.
Sometimes she even thought that if she had not given birth to a prince, she might have been killed and buried with De Rosa.
All the happiness of the past seemed like a beautiful dream, suddenly awakened by the cold blood rain.
It was not like this in the past. When Aimanke was alive, she was like a bird living in a peaceful and beautiful nest. The beautiful Titania Palace was like the most beautiful garden in the world, waiting for her to visit every day.
She liked to swing, so Aimank asked the elves to build a beautiful courtyard with vines, which not only had a swing but also various small animals.
Sometimes she would carry the little rabbit to find Aimanke. This majestic emperor in the eyes of outsiders always had endless patience and tenderness in front of her.
Lily seldom cared about affairs outside the palace. She knew that she didn't understand or know anything about them, and interfering or asking would only cause trouble. Whenever Aimanke returned to the palace tired, she would serve him some snacks she made, and then let Aimanke take a nap in her arms, spending a peaceful afternoon.
When Aimanke woke up, Lily would tell him about her new discoveries of the day or recite soft and gentle poems. In fact, she had not been interested in poetry before, but after becoming queen, many poets and noble ladies always presented her with gifts or poems, hoping to gain the queen's approval and praise.
Over time, she gradually came into contact with and understood some of them. In order to comfort her emotionally exhausted lover, she would select poems that she thought were suitable and recite them to him. And Aimanke would lie in Lily's arms, quietly looking at her face in the sun, with a faint smile on his face.
"Lily, you are a treasure given to me by God."
Aimanke reached out and gently stroked his lover's cheek, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to melt a lot.
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