"I've wanted to say this for a long time: the wicked concubine is nothing more than an excuse for men to ruin the country."
"When men do something wrong, they blame it on women. This has been the case for thousands of years, with women like Su Daji, Meixi, Baosi, the Four Beauties, and Yang Guifei, isn't it?"
"This time it's well written. All the mistakes are made by men, but women have to take the blame. Why should they?"
"Since you all accuse me of ruining this empire, then I might as well go all the way, kick over this useless man on the dragon throne, and become a proper empress who rules the world, so that you can taste what it's like to be crushed by power."
"From a femme fatale to an empress? Why not! My god, I'm getting fired up."
...
The dark, raging storm intensified, with bolts of lightning tearing through the sky and deafening thunder pounding on the audience's eardrums. It was like waves of turbulent opposition from the common people and the imperial court, like a series of raging curses crashing down like giant waves, like doubts and questions that the people found hard to accept.
Just then, a deafening chorus, led by the little fish, began to play from the loud speakers.
"roll!"
"Why should I!"
You don't deserve it!
"Women ruin the country!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Wave after wave pushed the gale and torrential rain, making the situation of the warrior, who was surrounded by dark clouds and storms all over the world, with enemies facing each other everywhere, and who could only stand alone proudly with his body full of wounds and in imminent danger, even more dangerous.
Holding an ancient bronze sword, Su Daji's golden phoenix robe was pierced by countless blood arrows. She knelt on one knee, letting the storm wash away the large patches of blood from her wounds.
She was surrounded and attacked.
She was in pain.
She persisted.
She refused to admit defeat.
Overwhelmed by the suffocating sense of oppression and pain, the audience ignored their faces soaked by the storm and their hair and clothes clinging to their bodies, their eyes glued to the stage.
Sizzle—
The alluring Su Daji slowly stood up, using her most graceful and twisting limbs to perform the prelude. With a final burst of emotion, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, she suddenly tore her golden phoenix robe, revealing her blood-stained body covered in wounds.
Then, she stared at the enemy in the darkness, holding a bronze sword, and approached step by step.
Thump—
It was the sound of a head hitting the ground.
She casually kicked the head away, picked up a crown with tassels, gave a sharp, unsharp smile, and placed it on her own head.
Sizzle—
It was the sound of a sword tip piercing the minister's chest.
Stepping over the corpses of the ministers and dancers who had fallen to the ground with a thud, Su Daji picked up the black-gold dragon robe that was soaked in bright red blood, draped it over her shoulders, and dragged it step by step, leaving a large trail of blood.
Swish—
The sword tip sliced across a series of necks, and bright red blood splattered far and wide in the raging storm. A row of dancers playing the roles of subjects fell to the ground, lying in the large patches of blood-red rain.
Su Daji stepped over their bodies, walked to the front of the huge golden dragon throne, picked up a jade seal symbolizing power, and clutched a tiger tally representing the army...
The sounds of wind and rain swept around, and as the rousing music reached another climax, amidst the soaring harmonies of countless accompanists, Xiaoyu and Xu Zhenzhen's screams suddenly exploded.
"He who steals a hook is punished, he who steals a country becomes a prince. Power is nothing more than a bloody path of struggle."
"Sister, I don't care."
"Sister, don't be afraid."
"Sister, fight!"
"I'm going to be an empress."
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