Ever since Yan Sikong's death and the fall of Xie Zhongren, the eunuch party has been imprisoned in the imperial prison for three years.

At first, Emperor Zhaowu did not kill him, and even let him "retire" in prison. Firstly, he considered that he had served for many years and was old, and secondly, he considered him as one of the conditions for peace talks with Fengye. He had enjoyed the ultimate wealth in the world, and even though he was imprisoned, seeing that Emperor Zhaowu could not bear to kill him, he still dreamed of making a comeback. When he knew that the situation outside was changing and the Wolf King had entered the capital, it was impossible for him to "die a good death".

Emperor Zhaowu must find someone to shirk the blame for the unjust case against the Feng family. Who else could it be except Xie Zhongren?

So, with so many crimes and solid evidence against him that were enough to punish him with thousands of deaths, he lived well for three years in the imperial prison, which was considered the number one prison in the world. However, a few days after the Wolf King entered the capital, he was to be sentenced to death by slow execution in Xishi.

On the day of the execution, it was a nice, warm day with breeze and clear skies. The huge Forbidden City was deserted, and the West Market execution ground was thronged with people. The sea of ​​heads stretched as far as the eye could see.

Feng Ye sat at the main seat on the execution platform, Yan Sikong sat on one side, and Xie Zhongren was tied up on the rack. Also at the execution ground were the nine clans of Xie Zhongren and Han Zhaoxing. Many of them who had been spared by Emperor Zhaowu were captured by Feng Ye without exception, a total of 600 people, old and young, women and children, none of them were spared.

Yan Sikong looked with empty eyes at the shivering death row prisoners, among whom were many innocent women and children. He recalled himself watching Yuan Mao's body and head separated at the execution ground, and the more than 200 members of the Feng family who were wrongfully killed. His heart was slightly turbulent, but soon calmed down. He and Feng Ye had learned a lesson from their ancestors and from themselves - to remove the weeds at their roots.

The prison officer began to read aloud the charges against Xie Zhongren, every word of which was filled with blood and tears, and it took him a full hour to read. When he read about the Guangning injustice case twenty years ago, Yan Sikong's face turned pale, and he held the armrests tightly with both hands, trying hard to suppress the shaking of his shoulders.

Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong and whispered, "You have finally cleared the name of the Yuan generals."

Yan Sikong said softly: "Yes... Unfortunately, I am the only one who can see it."

"From today on, everyone in the world will know that, just like my father's reputation for loyalty and righteousness will be passed down through the generations, the Yuan generals will also be remembered for generations to come." Feng Ye looked at his enemies tied to the rack, his eyes filled with cold contempt, "Their spirits in heaven are watching, too."

Yan Sikong thought to himself, "Dad, are you watching? You must be watching. You can finally rest in peace."

After reading the charges, it was almost noon and the prison officer asked Feng Ye whether to carry out the execution.

Feng Ye picked up the order with an expressionless face. Hundreds of people knelt densely on the execution ground, and suddenly there was a loud cry. Feng Ye frowned slightly and paused, but the hesitation was only for a moment. He threw the order with his hand, and it fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Rows of swordsmen raised their swords and chopped down the ground in unison.

The knife rose and fell, and in just a moment, blood gushed out like a column and heads fell.

Yan Sikong's eyes kept reappearing the scene of Yuan Mao's execution. He thought that the nightmarish scene should have become blurred after twenty years, but now, combined with the bloody image before his eyes, it became extremely clear again.

His head was dizzy and his heart and lungs felt as if they were about to burst.

Xie Zhongren was tied to the rack and watched his relatives being beheaded one by one. He cried loudly at first, but in the end, he became numb and watched blankly as those living people turned into corpses in the blink of an eye.

Six hundred people were beheaded at one time, and the execution ground turned into a river of blood. Even if one was used to seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield, no one could remain unmoved.

Feng Ye's face was tense and he was as cruel as a demon from hell. It had been a long time since anyone had caused such bloodshed in the imperial city. It was evident that the winners were the kings and the losers were the enemy.

He did this not only for revenge. Since he came to Beijing, there have been many officials who were unwilling to submit to him openly or secretly. He was also killing a chicken to scare the monkey.

After more than 600 people were executed one by one, it was Xie Zhongren's turn.

The executioner was an imperial physician from the Imperial Hospital. His entire family had been harmed by Xie Zhongren, so he took the initiative to ask to be spared and do this dirty job.

The jailer stripped Xie Zhongren of all his clothes, exposing his old, ugly, and imperfect body to the public. Over the years, the public had suffered greatly from him and hated him with a vengeance, with shouts of killing and beating rising and falling from the crowd.

The imperial physician held a knife as thin as a silkworm leaf. He would use this knife to carefully cut every inch of Xie Zhongren's flesh until he died.

After the first cut, Xie Zhongren began to tremble all over, and the entire rack was shaking violently, which showed how much pain he was in.

Yan Sikong clenched his teeth and watched intently.

He wanted to take in all the pain, regret and fear of this adopted dog, to comfort the spirits of his parents and adoptive father in heaven. He had sacrificed half his life for this day.

At first, Xie Zhongren was still trying to hold back, but after a few cuts, he couldn't help but let out a miserable scream. He was wearing a gag and couldn't speak clearly, but even from the vague words, one could make out that he was hurling insults and curses at Yan Sikong.

Feng Ye thought of his father who died in his arms, thinking of him being imprisoned, tortured and humiliated, thinking of the hardships he had gone through in his escape and struggle to survive, and he could not help but feel hatred in his heart: "He is so old now, I wonder how many more blows he can take."

"Doctor Jin has superb skills." Yan Sikong said, suddenly standing up.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Sikong turned a deaf ear and suddenly walked towards the execution platform step by step. Feng Ye looked at him with a frown behind him.

Yan Sikong walked up to Xie Zhongren, whose body was covered with bloody holes. The scene was so bloody and horrific that it would be unforgettable.

Xie Zhongren forced himself to open his red and swollen eyes, and deep fear and hatred burst out from his blurry pupils.

Yan Sikong looked at him calmly: "I spent twenty years just for this day, but it's a pity that no one will avenge you in the future because they are all dead."

Xie Zhongren struggled fiercely.

Yan Sikong suddenly picked up a piece of Xie Zhongren's meat from the plate next to Doctor Jin. He looked at the bloody piece of meat and said calmly, "I swore in front of my father's grave that I would eat your flesh, drink your blood, rest my head on your bones, and sleep on your skin."

Xie Zhongren stared at Yan Sikong with his eyes wide open.

In front of tens of thousands of people at the execution ground, Yan Sikong put the piece of meat into his mouth without hesitation.

Xie Zhongren suddenly struggled madly, as if he had seen a fierce ghost, and fear was written all over his skinny and pale face.

Yan Sikong chewed slowly, suppressing his nausea, and whispered, "Hmm, rotten." He suddenly grabbed the plate and threw the piece of meat into the crowd of onlookers.

The people were enraged and rushed to snatch food to vent their hatred for the most treacherous official in the world.

In the spring of the 39th year of Zhaowu's reign, Xie Zhongren was sentenced to death by slow whim in Xishi. He was stabbed to death with 2,614 blows, and people all over the world applauded.

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After Xie Zhongren's death, Yan Sikong locked himself in the house for a day and a night.

He wanted to think about everything and nothing at the same time. It was as if the thing that had been pushing him from behind for twenty years had just disappeared, and he suddenly didn't know how to move forward.

He suddenly looked back on his life and found that he had nothing but his life. When he was young, he was full of ambition and thought that with his talent, he would definitely make a name for himself in this world. Now he has a name, but it is a nameless mess. His fame and reputation are in tatters. His ideals and ambitions have all turned into dirt. Most of his relatives, friends and loved ones have turned against him. He is probably living a life worse than that of a commoner who lives and works in peace and contentment. What does he have left?

He got his revenge, and then what?

Was he smart, but his intelligence made him mislead, and he ended up in a desperate situation, only to find out that he was actually extremely stupid, but he had to spend the first half of his life to see through it?

How could this be?

How could this be?!

He knew that now was not the time for him to feel guilty about himself. He still had unfinished business. He had to rescue Yuan Nanyu and he could not let Han Zhaoxing go. But if he achieved both of these things, what would happen next?

He keeps stirring up trouble in this world. Could it be that he needs a purpose to live?

No one in this world cares about him or needs him wholeheartedly, and he has no place to belong. He is a rootless duckweed, and he wants to cling to whatever he grabs, but nothing will last forever.

He once placed his hopes on Feng Ye, thinking that Feng Ye was the person he was destined to be with for the rest of his life, but later... later he would never mention it again.

There had never been a moment when he felt so strongly that he was a useless person. He once lived for revenge, but what should he do in the future?

It’s really ridiculous. Yan Sikong’s life is so ridiculous.

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No matter how old he was, when Yan Sikong appeared in public, he still did not reveal any flaws. With the title of Grand Tutor, he could move freely in the capital, but he was always accompanied by the guards sent by Feng Ye.

After Xie Zhongren's death, Feng Ye began to purge those who opposed him in Beijing, arresting, punishing, and killing them. For a while, the people were in a panic. Everyone watched the Wolf King become more and more cruel and brutal. After all, no one could resist the temptation and corruption of autocracy. No one.

Yan Sikong was concerned about Yuan Nanyu, so she had to take the initiative to find Feng Ye and persuade Feng Ye to be more lenient, which was a way to win people's hearts.

Feng Ye had been busy eliminating dissidents these days. When he saw Yan Sikong, he said unhappily, "You finally found the initiative to come to me."

"I came to inquire about Quewang's news."

"Feng Guozhang has gone to lobby, and there is no news today. Don't worry, Chen Yi dare not act against Que Wangluan. I have his father and brothers and sisters in my hands. Even if he hopes that they are all dead like me, he has no choice but to save them in front of the world."

Yan Sikong nodded: "I heard that you arrested a lot of people in the past two days."

Feng Ye snorted coldly: "They are so old-fashioned and ignorant of propriety. Since they want to sacrifice their lives for the tyrant emperor, I will help them."

"Only truly loyal people can be so strict in observing the etiquette of a minister. If you kill them, you will only lose the support of the people and achieve the opposite effect."

Feng Ye said gloomily: "If I don't kill them, how can I shock the world? Only when the situation is stable can I stop fighting and take care of the people. As long as they have enough food to eat, there is no need to worry about losing the support of the people."

"The loyalist army is still surrounding the outer city walls, waiting for you to do something immoral, and then calling on the people of the world to attack you."

Feng Ye's face changed. The loyalist army was the last obstacle for him to rule the world. Unfortunately, this obstacle was difficult to break through at the moment, and if he made a mistake, all his efforts would be wasted. He pondered for a moment and said, "I will lock them up first and send someone to persuade them. It's better for them not to refuse a toast and drink a penalty wine."

Yan Sikong took a long breath. Feng Ye has already taken control of the capital, and it seems that he has a sure win. However, his surname is not Chen. How can the Chen family let the country fall into the hands of outsiders? The army outside is besieging the city. Does Feng Ye have the destiny to rule the world?