Chapter 490 The Empress’s iron fist shakes the government and the country!
The third prince and the fourth prince looked at each other, and saw a hint of ruthlessness in each other's eyes.
"Royal sister, at this point, are you still stubborn and unwilling to change your ways?"
The Third Prince said sternly, "Father has issued an order. If you continue to disobey, don't blame us for not considering our brotherly love!"
As he finished speaking, dozens of imperial guards on both sides of the hall suddenly stepped forward, pointing their spears directly at Yan Yang, obviously they were well prepared.
If she makes the slightest movement, she will be arrested on the spot.
Yan Yang slowly raised her head, her gaze from behind the mask sweeping across the murderous imperial guards, then the smug faces of her "good brothers"...
In the end, it fell on the cowardly father sitting on the dragon throne.
"Don't you care about the brother-sister relationship?" She sneered, her voice suddenly rising, clear and cold. "I want to see how you can not care!"
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly pulled out a bone whistle from her waist!
It was the black bone whistle that once frightened the Pingzhou Army!
A sharp and short whistle suddenly sounded!
“Woo——!”
Outside the hall, there was a sound of heavy and orderly footsteps and the harsh sound of metal rubbing against each other.
"What's going on?!" The third prince's face changed.
"Stop them!" The Fourth Prince also realized something was wrong and gave the order hurriedly.
However, it was too late.
“Boom!”
The heavy door of the Golden Throne Hall was suddenly slammed open by a huge force!
Dozens of "ghost soldiers" rushed into the hall like evil spirits from hell!
Their target was clear, and they charged directly at the imperial guards holding long spears and the princes standing in the front!
"ah!"
"Protect the prince!"
Screams, the sound of weapons clashing, and the sound of flesh being torn instantly filled the entire Golden Palace!
Those princes who lived a life of luxury had never seen such a bloody scene and were scared out of their wits.
Although the Imperial Guards fought desperately, they were like paper and could not withstand a single blow in front of the fearless "ghost soldiers".
"Yan Yang! Are you...are you planning to rebel?!"
The third prince was strangled by the neck by a "ghost soldier", his feet off the ground, roaring with difficulty, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness.
Yan Yang walked towards him step by step, the golden mask flashing with eerie light under the swaying palace lanterns.
"You're right." She said softly, like a whisper between lovers, but with a biting chill.
“Crack!”
The "ghost soldier" suddenly exerted force with his hand, and the third prince's voice stopped abruptly, and his head drooped weakly.
The blood dyed the smooth floor tiles of the Golden Throne Hall red.
"Witch! You...how dare you kill your own family!" The Fourth Prince collapsed to the ground in fear, pointing at Yan Yang and speaking incoherently.
Yan Yang ignored him, just raised his hand and gently took off the golden mask on his face.
When that face was revealed to everyone, there was a sound of people gasping in shock in the hall.
Under the mask, it was not the peerless beauty that everyone imagined, but a face covered with crisscrossing scars!
The scars were of varying depths and so hideous that it was almost impossible to tell what they had originally looked like.
"Did you see clearly? Who gave you this face?"
Her eyes slowly swept over the horrified courtiers and her father, who was already pale as hell sitting on the dragon throne.
"When I was ten years old, I went with my mother to the temporary palace to escape the summer heat. I was attacked at night by an assassin. The assassin's target was me."
"They say that the eldest princess shouldn't live too long and get in the way of others."
"My mother was stabbed to death while trying to protect me. It was at that time that my face was slashed open by their poisoned daggers. If Master hadn't saved me, I would have long been reduced to a pile of dry bones."
"Father, who sent those assassins? Don't you really know?" Her voice suddenly turned harsh and she looked directly at the dragon throne.
The Emperor of Northern Yan trembled all over and opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.
"Why can't women be in power?"
Yan Yang demanded harshly, her voice echoing through the blood-soaked hall. "I am the eldest princess of Northern Yan. In terms of birth, talent, and loyalty to Northern Yan, how could I be inferior to these useless people who only know how to fight for power and harm their brothers and sisters?!"
She pointed at the corpses of her brothers who had already been slaughtered by the "ghost soldiers" without a trace of pity in her eyes.
"Today, I will tell you, tell everyone in this world, who has the final say in Beiyan!"
Several old ministers stood up tremblingly, pointing at Yan Yang and angrily shouting, "Witch! You killed your brothers and imprisoned your king and father. This is treason! You will be punished by heaven!"
Yan Yang looked at them coldly.
"Noisy."
As soon as she finished speaking, several "ghost soldiers" appeared behind the old minister like ghosts, waving their sharp claws and splashing blood.
No one dared to speak in the hall.
Yan Yang walked towards the dragon throne step by step.
Her father, the once high and mighty ruler of Northern Yan, was now trembling like a sieve, with only fear in his eyes.
"Father," Yan Yang stood in front of the dragon throne, looking down at him, "You have sat in this seat for too long."
"Under your rule, Northern Yan has grown increasingly weak, its people suffering, and it is plagued by internal and external troubles. It is time for you to abdicate."
The Emperor of Northern Yan's lips trembled as he wanted to beg for mercy, but when he met his daughter's cold and ruthless eyes, all the words were stuck in his throat.
He knew that resistance would only lead to death.
Yan Yang didn't look at him again, turned around and faced the ministers.
"From today on, I, Yan Yang, will be the sole empress of Northern Yan!"
"Those who disobey will be killed without mercy!"
The bloody smell in the Golden Palace had not yet dissipated, and it was so thick that it was disgusting.
Yan Yang, no, at this moment he should be called the new emperor of Northern Yan, dressed in blood-stained court robes, sitting on the dragon throne.
The scarred face looked even more hideous under the flickering candlelight.
Your Highness, the surviving courtiers were silent as a cicada, crawling on the ground, not even daring to breathe.
The bloody massacre just now has completely shattered all their hopes and desires to resist.
"Convey my will."
"The deposed emperor is incompetent and foolish, causing the decline of Northern Yan's national strength and the boiling resentment of the people. Effective immediately, he abdicates and is imprisoned in Tai'an Palace. No one is allowed to visit him without my permission."
Yan Yang's eyes swept across the area below, as if he was examining a group of ants.
"Also, the Third and Fourth Princes and their followers are plotting treason. Their crimes are unforgivable. Their property will be confiscated, and all male members of their clans will be executed, and their female relatives will be sent to the Imperial Music Bureau."
Cold and ruthless words determined the life and death of countless people.
"As for you, my dear ministers," Yan Yang's tone softened slightly, but still carried a chill that penetrated the bones, "I can let bygones be bygones for what happened before."
"But from today on, if anyone has second thoughts, don't blame me for using my sword, which is swifter than theirs."
She raised her hand and gently stroked the armrest of the dragon throne, which seemed to still retain the warmth of her father.
"Northern Yan has run deep into its problems and can only be cured with drastic measures."
"What I need are capable and loyal ministers, not a bunch of useless people who only know how to flatter and scheme against each other."
Her gaze was fixed on several old ministers who had been shouting the loudest before but were now trembling the most violently.
Those people were startled and buried their heads even lower, wishing that a crack would appear in the ground so that they could crawl into it.
The door of the Golden Palace was still open.
The "ghost soldiers" outside the hall were like silent gods of death, blocking all exits.
The sun cannot shine into this gloomy hall, only death and fear are spreading.
The news spread quickly from the royal capital to all parts of Northern Yan as if it had wings.
The empress ascended the throne, killed her brother and imprisoned her father!
These eight words, like a thunderclap, exploded in the hearts of every Beiyan person.
The old subordinates of the princess's mansion, those generals who had followed Yan Yang in his campaigns, were the calmest group of people at this moment.
They had long experienced the eldest princess's methods and courage.
Now, she finally sat in the position she was supposed to be in.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty on ascending the throne!" A group of officials headed by the Minister of War were the first to react and shouted "Long live the emperor!"
Seeing this, others followed suit. For a moment, the court was filled with ups and downs, as if the bloodshed and terror just now had never happened.
Yan Yang watched all this coldly, expressionless.
She knew clearly how much of these people's submission was sincere and how much was out of fear.
But, she doesn't care.
What she wants is absolute control.
In the next few days, the King of Northern Yan was in a panic.
The new emperor's iron-fisted approach was fully demonstrated.
All officials involved with the princes, regardless of their position, will be thoroughly investigated.
Any misconduct will result in a thundering strike.
For a time, everyone felt insecure.
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