A female official shouted harshly, but her face was also as pale as paper.
"The Empress is still here, we, we will be fine."
Imperial City, a side hall of the Secretariat.
Minister of Revenue Zheng Yuanli sat alone at his desk, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the celadon teacup.
From outside the window, there was a faint roar of the city defense formation being impacted, causing fine ripples to appear in the tea soup.
He muttered to himself, a hint of contempt in his eyes.
"After all, she is a woman, and it is difficult to convince others."
Cui Mingyuan, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, closed the doors and windows tightly, and when he turned around, beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead.
"Everyone has seen it," he lowered his voice, "the three major sects are going to change the world."
Zhou Rucheng, the head of the Ministry of Justice, twirled his beard and sneered, "Changing the world? I think that's just a wolf's ambition! If the Blood Demon Sect takes over the court, you and I, the civil officials, will be the first to be refined into blood pills!"
"What do you think, Lord Zhou?" Cui Mingyuan's eyes flashed.
"Let's wait and see. If the Empress wins, we will naturally continue to be loyal to her. If she loses, someone will have to keep the government running."
Fang Xiao, a Hanlin scholar in his sixties, stood in front of the desk, holding the wolf hair brush in his trembling hands, but he was unable to put pen to paper.
"Mr. Fang, this anti-traitor manifesto..." the young editor asked cautiously.
"A manifesto?" Fang Xiao smiled bitterly. "Who are you showing it to? To those wolves and tigers outside the city?" He suddenly crumpled up the rice paper. "An empire that has lasted for millions of years is about to be destroyed by a warrior today!"
Outside the window, a blood-red sword light streaked across the sky, making his face glow red.
He suddenly started coughing violently, bending over, but still tightly grasping the piece of waste paper.
Chief Censor Xie Yan stood alone in the corridor, looking at the golden shield in the direction of the imperial palace.
He adjusted the collar of his crimson official robe, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Lord Xie doesn't seem worried?" A passing official asked in surprise.
"I was just thinking that if the three major sects took over, the responsibility of supervising all officials might become even heavier."
Xie Yan took out a jade communication talisman from the Netherworld Palace from his sleeve and rubbed it gently in his palm.
"Women, after all, can't handle the overall situation."
…
The people in the imperial city hid in their homes, their faces pale as they listened to the deafening shouts and cries of killing coming from outside the city.
"Dad...will we die?"
A little girl clutched her father's sleeve tightly, her voice filled with tears.
The man hugged his daughter tightly and tried to remain calm.
"No, the person they are going to kill is the Empress. It has nothing to do with us."
But his eyes unconsciously looked towards the palace, his heart filled with despair.
The three major sects besieged them, and the empress was seriously injured... If the Tianyan Dynasty perished, would they really not be affected?
Just when everyone was in despair, a figure in red slowly rose into the air from the depths of the palace.
"It's the Empress! Her Majesty has come out!"
Everyone looked up and saw a cold figure slowly stepping into the air.
Su Qinghuang's black hair was like a waterfall, and her face was beautiful but pale as snow.
She did not walk out of the formation, but stood inside it, glancing indifferently at the people from the three major sects.
Seeing this, Leng Xinghe's eyes were filled with even more sarcasm.
"He's finally willing to show up, but unfortunately, he still doesn't dare to come out."
Su Qinghuang was not angry, but spoke lightly.
"Are you so eager to die?"
"Seeking death?" Leng Xinghe laughed: "Su Qinghuang, do you still think you are that high and mighty empress?"
He suddenly drew his sword, pointing the tip directly at Su Qinghuang.
"If you have the guts, come out and fight!"
Su Qinghuang looked at him quietly, and a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"You, are you worthy?"
Leng Xinghe's face darkened, and he laughed in anger.
"Okay! Very good! Since you don't dare to come out, let's fight our way in!"
He turned abruptly and shouted, "Disciples of the Sword Pavilion, listen up! Form the Tiangang Sword Formation—break it!"
boom--
In an instant, thirty-six Tiangang Sword Guards attacked at the same time, and the sword light gathered into a dazzling beam of light, slamming fiercely towards the city defense formation.
The three major sects worked together to break the formation, and the entire imperial city was shaken.
boom--
With a deafening roar, the imperial city's golden protective formation finally collapsed under the combined attack of the four major sects.
The golden light in the sky scattered like broken jade, turning into star points and dissipating between heaven and earth.
The people from the three major sects were stunned at first, and then broke into deafening cheers.
"It's broken! The formation is broken!"
"Charge in! Destroy the Imperial City!"
"Capture Su Qinghuang alive!"
However, just as they were ecstatic, a red figure appeared like a ghost.
Leng Xinghe's laughter stopped abruptly. He felt a flash before his eyes. The Empress Su Qinghuang, who was originally standing high up in the palace, had appeared in front of him silently. She was so close that he could clearly see the curvature of her eyelashes.
"you--"
Leng Xinghe's pupils suddenly shrank, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify instantly.
He dared to shout without restraint just now because he was sure that the empress would not dare to come out because of the formation.
But now, Su Qinghuang was standing in front of him, so close.
"Master, save me!"
Leng Xinghe's throat tightened and he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that his whole body was restrained by an invisible force and he could not move.
Su Qinghuang's expression was indifferent, and even her eyes did not fluctuate.
She slowly raised her hand, her movements as graceful as brushing off a speck of dust from her sleeve.
Bang!
A soft sound.
Her palm gently pressed on Leng Xinghe's head. Leng Xinghe didn't even have time to scream. He felt like he was being crushed by a mountain, and his head was instantly pushed into his chest.
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