After watching TV all day and staying up late to watch more at night, Han Yichen suddenly felt a wave of fatigue. When he returned to his room, he fell into a deep sleep shortly after lying on the bed.
"Demon Lord, I, Ran Qiyue, am willing to sacrifice my soul in exchange for Nalan Qingcheng and Su Mulige becoming husband and wife, turning against each other, loving each other for generations, yet being enemies who kill each other for generations!"
Han Yichen, half asleep, seemed to hear someone calling his name. The voice grew clearer and louder. Suddenly, a red light flashed from his body. The next moment, an enchanting red figure appeared at the gate of the Zhaoyang Kingdom's palace.
Second Luo, dressed in red, with his black hair untied and flowing, cast a leisurely glance at the black-clad man on the city wall, who was being held at the neck by Mu Lige's sword. His narrow, almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye flickered slightly, and a hint of a half-smile curved his lips. He looked wickedly charming, possessing an indescribable charm.
Suddenly, Second Luo extended his left palm. In the blink of an eye, a faint light flickered in his palm, and Ran Qiyue's soul gradually emerged. It seemed transparent and fragile, like a candle swaying in the wind.
Second Luo's eyes held a hint of doubt. He first glanced at Hua Qingcheng, who was standing beside Mu Lige, then returned his gaze to the soul in his palm. He leaned in and sniffed it, his face revealing a clear expression of disdain. Without hesitation, he tossed the soul to the ground, as if throwing away a piece of disgusting garbage.
Ran Qiyue's soul trembled on the ground, its light gradually dimming, as if it were feeling endless pain. However, the second Luo only glanced at the soul on the ground with indifference, his eyes devoid of any pity.
"I do enjoy collecting souls, and am willing to use my boundless magic to make deals with mortals, helping them realize their wishes. But..." Second Luo's voice suddenly turned cold and stern. "But, I'm only interested in souls that are clean, pure, and full of vitality. I will never accept a stinking soul like yours!"
Second Luo's eyes were filled with deep disgust as he looked down upon the abandoned soul on the ground. The soul exuded a nauseating stench, as if it were the stench of decay rising from the bottomless abyss.
Suddenly, Second Luo raised his hand lightly, and Ran Qiyue's soul slowly floated up like a fragile feather, flying towards his palm. However, at this moment, Second Luo seemed to remember something, and his brows knitted slightly, and then, without hesitation, he knocked Ran Qiyue's soul back to the ground.
Second Luo stretched out his slender, white hands in front of him, examining them carefully, a narcissistic glint in his eyes. He raised his lips slightly and murmured to himself, "Hmm... My hands are so beautiful! I must not get them dirty!" The more he looked at his hands, the more satisfied he felt, as if they were the most precious treasures in the world.
After a brief moment of thought, Second Luo suddenly raised his foot and mercilessly stomped down on Ran Qiyue's soul. The next moment, a dull "bang" was heard, and Ran Qiyue's soul instantly shattered into countless fragments under the Demon Lord's feet, floating in the air like withered petals, disappearing without a trace.
"You are a self-righteous mortal! Although I will make deals with mortals, whether to make a deal depends on my mood." The second Luo said in a cold voice with an arrogant look on his face.
As soon as he finished speaking, the second Luo's figure disappeared into the darkness in an instant, as if he had never been there.
On the first day of May, the rising sun finally dispels the darkness of the night, casting the soft morning light on the earth, bringing the light of hope to the world.
This day was undoubtedly an unusual one for the civil and military officials of Zhaoyang State. While they hadn't witnessed the scene of Imperial Preceptor Ran Qiyue leading a massive army to besiege the imperial city and seize power the previous night, they could already guess the severity of the situation from the fierce fighting and the tremendous commotion.
However, to everyone's surprise, the person who ultimately stopped the conspiracy was Su Mulige, the former grandson of the Zhaoyang Kingdom. This news exploded in the court like a bombshell, and for a moment, the entire court was in an uproar.
"Su Mutianjun murdered his brother and sister-in-law, forced his father to abdicate, and murdered his nephew. He also framed loyal officials. He is disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust. He is completely unqualified to be the emperor of Zhaoyang State. Your Highness, Baili Chuan, earnestly requests that you obey the will of heaven and ascend the throne!"
Just as the ministers were discussing the matter, a majestic voice suddenly resounded throughout the Golden Palace. As General Bailichuan bowed his head in submission, the other officials were stunned for a moment, then knelt on the ground and cheered to Mu Lige who was sitting on the Golden Throne.
Hua Qingcheng sat quietly beside Mu Lige, accompanying this man and serving as his strongest support.
Qiao Zhiyuan, standing nearby, took the opportunity to lobby, "Your Highness, please take charge of the country. This... is the expectation of the entire court, not to mention the millions of people of Zhaoyang!"
Long Yi also knelt before Mu Lige and pleaded, "Only by putting order to chaos can things be restored. Under the control of the incompetent ruler Su Mu Tianjun, our Zhaoyang Kingdom is in chaos, like a pile of loose sand, with no cohesion. Now, the neighboring countries are eyeing our Zhaoyang Kingdom covetously. Moreover, Su Mu Tianjun, in order to satisfy his own extravagant lifestyle, has imposed exorbitant taxes and heavy corvée labor, which has caused widespread resentment among the people. The people are living in dire straits. It is time for Zhaoyang Kingdom to see some change, and return a peaceful and prosperous life to its people!"
In the court, ministers begged Mu Lige, clamoring for his ascension to the throne. Emperor Su Mutianjun, bound and thrown aside, was furious. He glared at the ministers who had sworn their allegiance to him, cursing non-stop, "You opportunists! This is outrageous! I'll chop off your heads! No! I'll execute your entire clan!"
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