Chapter 997 Previous Life (5)
Is it really about preserving one's integrity? How many of those people actually don't want to die?
The man paused while wiping his sword, then raised his head, revealing a beautiful face. He had a pair of gentle, peach-like eyes, but they were filled with indifference. He asked, "Oh, have you found Queen Shen's body?"
Ji Yushu opened the curtain door and walked in. Just then he heard the words and said, "I've asked around, but there's nothing. A fire in the cold palace burned everything down. Not even a piece of clothing was left."
Gao Yang laughed and said, "Fu Xiuyi is really afraid of gossip, but he handled it cleanly and neatly."
"What a pity for the Shen family." Ji Yushu sighed: "If the Shen family were here, why would he end up in such a situation?"
Xie Jingxing said calmly, "It's just self-destruction." He glanced at the red rope in his hand again.
The color of the rope had faded a little, but it was still strong. He went to the battlefield many times later, and the red rope never fell off once.
Thinking of the woman's cool and cheerful congratulations that night, Xie Jingxing shook his head. That promise had to be broken after all. Who could have known that in just a few short years, the Ming Qi Empire would fall so quickly? Even without the Great Liang, it wouldn't have lasted long.
He had indeed returned victorious, and had intended to fulfill her wish and give her a fireworks display in exchange for that glass of farewell wine, but she was gone, and there was no chance for him in this life.
He said, "Tomorrow morning, we will attack the city."
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The flags of Daliang were flying, and the weather in June was changing rapidly. Dark clouds covered the city, and strong winds blew, as if a torrential downpour was about to come at the next moment.
The palace was deserted, with corpses scattered everywhere. Some were palace ladies who had hanged themselves, while others were servants beheaded by the Daliang soldiers.
Blood flowed everywhere and millions of corpses were lying on the ground.
Pei Lang sat in the teahouse, pouring himself tea. He poured slowly and gently, and smoke curled up from the corner of the table, emitting a fragrance that was like the whisper of a beauty, intoxicating.
He glanced out the window.
The day Shen Miao died, the weather was also like this, the sky was gloomy, and suddenly heavy rain came.
He waited for a long time and finally waited for this day.
The Daliang army has arrived, and Ming Qi is nearing its end. Fu Xiuyi and Madam Mei are nearing the end of their lives, and Shen Miao's wish may soon be fulfilled.
He finally had a chance to turn back from the mistakes he made.
He poured the contents of the small bottle into the wine jug at the other end and poured himself a full glass.
Your wish is about to be fulfilled. Unfortunately... it's not me who will fulfill your wish.
On the city wall, the army was approaching, and the emperor and empress were both held and tied to the flagpole with their hands tied behind their backs.
Everyone has selfish motives, and they might even destroy the lives of others for their own survival. This is what Madam Mei and Fu Xiuyi often do, and now it's their turn to experience the same feeling.
The ministers of the Mingqi Palace kidnapped their own emperor and empress and came to Daliang to seek surrender. They were willing to sacrifice the emperor and empress's heads in exchange for mercy and their lives.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; when the wall falls, everyone pushes it. No matter how favored Madam Mei is, at this moment, she can't control anyone.
Oh, and the new crown prince, Fu Sheng. He had already been beheaded by Xie Changwu and Xie Changchao, the two flatterers who followed Fu Sheng around the most, and had their heads taken to the generals of Daliang to curry favor.
Under the city wall, the man sitting on a tall horse squinted his eyes lazily. The dark clouds had dispersed at some point, and gradually the golden sun spread across the entire city.
His robes were gorgeous, his military uniform stained with blood, yet he still looked noble and spotless, with a natural aura of dominance, in stark contrast to the emperor who was tied up on the balcony and at the mercy of others.
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