Two days later, inside the Council Hall.
Si Jin leaned back on the dragon throne, holding a wine cup in his hand, watching the prince's singing and dancing with great interest.
The musicians played their instruments diligently, while the dancers' long sleeves flowed gracefully.
But no matter who it was, their expressions were full of pain.
The hall was empty; there was no laughter, no cheers.
Everything seemed both bustling and desolate.
As the sun rose in the east, Eunuch Lin finally stumbled in, wailing:
"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The rebel army led by Prince Liang has breached the palace gates and is now heading towards the Hall of State Affairs!"
Upon hearing this, His Highness's men instantly fell into chaos. They wanted to escape, but since His Majesty did not speak, they dared not leave.
"Oh, I understand." Si Jin put down his wine cup, sat up slightly, and reprimanded coldly:
"What's the panic? They're just a few rebels."
"Let the music continue, let the dancing continue!"
Everyone shuddered, then trembled as they returned to their positions, carrying out the next actions like zombies.
In the past two days, there have been constant challenges to His Majesty's authority.
The captains of the Imperial Guards went to avenge Zhang Ying, but His Majesty disemboweled them and hung their bodies at the main gate of the palace.
The imperial kitchen maids did not cook according to His Majesty's orders, and were taken to the horse farm by His Majesty, where they were torn apart by five horses.
The musicians of the Imperial Music Bureau disdained to perform for His Majesty, so His Majesty hung them from the roof beams and strangled them to death.
Recalling His Majesty's behavior over the past two days, the princes' lips turned pale, and their hearts nearly leaped out of their throats.
Several people couldn't take it and fainted, foaming at the mouth.
Some people were so terrified that they fought back desperately, hurling insults at the boy on the dragon throne.
But Si Jin didn't care about any of that anymore. Since she was going to die soon anyway, she might as well wait for everyone to arrive and then kill them all at once.
Soon, Yu Jingyuan, clad in black armor, led his troops in.
Inside the main hall, a stern shout suddenly rang out:
"You are a tyrannical ruler! You disregard the law, oppress the people, and indiscriminately kill the innocent."
Today is your death day!
After he finished speaking, the soldiers shouted:
"Relinquish the throne and execute the tyrannical ruler!"
Si Jin paused, her gaze gradually falling on Yu Jingyuan.
Amidst much coaxing, she slowly rose to her feet.
The young man showed no sign of panic, only a disdainful look as he surveyed the group below, and slowly spoke:
"The throne has always been paved with blood; as the saying goes, one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand."
You want it? You'd better trade your lives for it!
As she spoke, Si Jin slowly raised her hand, condensing a ball of bright red light in her palm.
Everyone was startled and immediately took a step back.
He stared at him warily, sword in hand.
What is Yu Sijin trying to do?
Does he possess sorcery?
Upon seeing this, Yu Jingyuan took several steps back, retreating from the front to behind several lieutenants, watching the young man warily.
However, the boy simply slammed the ball of light into the ground beneath him.
Everything returned to silence, as if nothing had ever happened.
Once he was sure there was nothing wrong around him, Yu Jingyuan laughed again:
"Yu Sijin, you still have the mind to perform magic tricks when disaster is imminent?"
Soldiers, charge! Capture this tyrant alive!
"yes!"
Upon receiving the order, the rebels immediately drew their swords and stepped forward.
However, before they could even take a step, the entire council hall suddenly glowed bright red.
A massive killing array, drawn in blood, spread out in the center of the earth.
Before anyone could react, they were already locked in by the killing formation.
The killing formation was extremely powerful, rendering everyone immobile in an instant.
Its destructive power strikes straight to the soul, causing screams to erupt.
Before long, many people were drained of their life force and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
Yu Jingyuan had never seen such a scene before, and his hand holding the longsword trembled incessantly.
Sweating profusely, he stared at Si Jin with wide, piercing eyes:
"You bitch! What have you done?!"
"It's nothing, just a magic trick for you all."
Si Jin sat back on the dragon throne, her eyes gleaming with excitement:
"I spent two days setting up this formation, covering the entire palace."
Today, everyone who steps into the palace…
"They all must die."
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