The voices of the eunuchs and palace maids begging for mercy disappeared.
The young emperor's tall and slender figure stood before the crowd, and the sword hanging on the wall flew into his hand.
A sharp gust of wind swept through the air, and a palace maid suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Nonghua was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she tried her best to lean against the corner of the wall.
This was the first time Fu Sang had ever witnessed his little darling kill someone.
When she came to her senses, many palace maids had already collapsed in the room, and the carpet was stained with bright red blood.
The eunuchs and palace maids had dejected and hopeless eyes.
Begging for mercy from anyone is more effective than begging from a tyrant, who is a demon who only knows how to kill.
One by one, the palace maids were killed, and the luxurious house instantly turned into hell.
Du Xinlan came to her senses and crawled towards the bedside, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Sister... Your Highness the Imperial Concubine... please spare us..."
Since Puyang Tang hardly ever managed the harem, the palace intrigues of this generation were mostly minor skirmishes.
Du Xinlan had never seen such a bloody scene before.
It felt as if Death's hand had gripped her neck, making it hard for her to breathe in fear.
That's terrifying.
If the tyrant continues killing like this, it won't be long before it's her turn. She doesn't want to die in the cold palace like this.
Du Xinlan was a spoiled young lady from a wealthy family, and had never suffered any hardship, let alone faced the threat of death.
Compared to life, the humiliation of kneeling and begging for mercy is nothing.
The tyrant clearly only listens to the imperial concubine.
Du Xinlan cried out and rushed towards Fu Sang.
"Your Highness...I know I was wrong...Please save me..."
The young emperor's eyes gleamed with an unusual crimson light as he watched Du Xinlan pounce on the girl on the bed.
"court death!"
The sharp, gleaming longsword slashed fiercely towards Du Xinlan's arms.
Fu Sang swiftly pushed Du Xinlan aside with one hand and threw a pillow at the same time.
"tear--"
The soft pillow was cut in half, and the white fluff drifted and flew in the air.
Du Xinlan bumped into the cabinet, but at least she saved her arm.
Fu Sang looked at Pu Yangtang, whose expression was gloomy and unclear, with lingering fear.
The girl's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, as if a small animal had been frightened.
A flash of pain crossed Puyang Tang's gloomy eyes, and a piercing pain shot through his head, making him anxious and frantic.
The boy grabbed his head with his other hand, which wasn't holding the sword, and his expression revealed pain.
Fu Sang glanced around and said, "Hurry up and get out!"
Everyone was taken aback.
Puyang Tangjun roared furiously, his handsome face contorted with terror: "Get out of my sight!"
He really didn't want to scare her.
But when he falls ill, he becomes mentally unstable and uncontrollably commits violent killings.
The eunuchs and palace maids scrambled and rolled away.
After catching the flower, she quickly turned and left.
Du Xinlan also ran out of the house in a disheveled state.
Fu Sang slowly walked to the boy's side and tentatively took his hands.
Puyang Tang's hand holding the blood-stained cold sword trembled, and her thick, curled eyelashes, like raven feathers, quivered.
Fu Sang took the sword from his hand and placed it on the table to the side.
Then, take his hand.
"It's too dirty here, let's go out."
Puyang Tang didn't say anything, letting her lead him away from the house.
After leaving the house.
The bloody smell disappeared, and it wasn't as suffocating and terrifying anymore.
Fusang led the young emperor to the tree.
Puyang Tang suddenly hugged her.
Fu Sang suddenly pulled her into his arms.
The boy held her very tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
Fu Sang felt his body tremble slightly.
I just scared you.
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