Xue Feishuang has already taken action and will soon breach Chaoyang Palace. Ji Xiaoxiao must act swiftly and decisively.
"Lu Yalan, I can guess what you're thinking. Rest assured, hand Lu Guiting over to me. I will make Lu Guiting wish she were dead."
Lu Yalan had been planning this for a long time, and all she wanted was to avenge her grudges and seek justice for her wrongs. She was tempted by Ji Xiaoxiao's suggestion.
I may be tempted, but what's the point if I can't take revenge myself?
“Lu Yalan, do you really want to kill Lu Guiting with one blow? For her now, that’s not revenge, it’s helping her get rid of her burden.”
Lu Yalan did indeed intend to subject Lu Guiting to all ten of the most brutal tortures of the Qing Dynasty. However, the situation was critical, and in the chaotic environment, her wish was simply impossible to fulfill.
"Fine, if you have lied to me even a little bit, I will haunt you even as a ghost."
Lu Yalan waved her hand, and the assassins from the Dark Night made way for her.
After the person left, Lu Yalan gave the Dark Night Assassin one last order.
The crescent-shaped dagger pierced Juhua's abdomen, causing her pupils to bulge and her face to contort in disbelief.
"The sweets at the Dragon Birthday Feast are only available to foreign tribes. No matter how poor a family is in our dynasty, they will never take a single piece of sweets, as that would be an insult to their status."
“You are a spy sent by a foreign race to our dynasty. You have infiltrated my inner circle and learned many secrets. I will never let you go back.”
It's always difficult to define whether someone is good or bad.
Lu Yalan walked to the chrysanthemum, picked it up, and gently stroked its gradually cooling face. "You are the first person to be kind to me. Don't be afraid of the loneliness on the road to the underworld. Miss will accompany you. We promised to be together for a lifetime."
The remaining crescent-shaped scimitar, now free, pierced through Lu Yalan, its tip resting on the heart of her chrysanthemum.
Xue Feishuang ascended the high platform of Chaoyang Palace and saw Lu Yalan and Juhua embracing each other tightly. Blood was everywhere, and the orange sunset was both tragic and magnificent.
"Take him away and bury him together."
Xue Feishuang turned and gazed into the distance at the palace with its gates tightly closed, his furrowed brows never relaxing.
Whether out of concern for his son Xue Jinghan's safety or out of the last remaining bond between ruler and subject, Xue Fei surrounded the palace for a month without sending troops to attack.
In the past month, many people in the palace have died, including Lu Guiting, Lu Zhixuan, and Lü Shangqing, who were tortured to death by Ji Xiaoxiao herself.
The way Lu Guiting and Lu Zhixuan died was similar to how the original owner cut off her own flesh and ate it in her previous life. They were from the same school, both learning the methods of their grandmaster, Lü Shangqing.
"No, no, don't come any closer."
With one slash, a deafening scream rang out.
"You demon, Lü Ying, you are a demon."
That's the devil. Who among us isn't a devil?
Ignoring everything else, Ji Xiaoxiao took a small knife and cut off pieces of Lu Guiting and Lu Zhixuan's flesh, roasting them until they were cooked. She then shared the meat with Lu Guiting and Lu Zhixuan.
When she was feeling generous, Ji Xiaoxiao even fed Lü Shangqing one or two pieces. Lü Shangqing, who watched the whole thing, not only wolfed them down but also fantasized about getting more.
Two days ago, Lu Guiting and Lu Zhixuan, who were now just skeletons, died one after the other. Lu Shangqing had already starved to death seven days earlier.
Emerging from the Frosty Palace, Ji Xiaoxiao stretched her body, her giggling sounds ringing out. Looking at the azure sky and the vibrant flowers, ignoring the harsh realities of the world, the palace at this moment still felt like a paradise.
With a nonchalant smile, Ji Xiaoxiao, relying on her own imposing manner and last hope, subdued several imperial guards who wanted to verbally abuse her. The palace gates, which had been closed for a month, were finally opened to welcome guests.
Ji Xiaoxiao sat on the dragon throne, wearing a dragon robe. Below her stood a group of soldiers holding swords and with serious expressions.
"Xue Feishuang, would you do one last thing for me after I die?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked tentatively.
After a month apart, Xue Feishuang's scholarly demeanor had vanished, replaced by a terrifying aura of ruthlessness. If any children misbehaved in the future, simply mentioning Xue Feishuang would suffice.
"Speak!" The cold and stern man replied succinctly, without beating around the bush.
"I want the men of the Lu family to be slaves and the women to be maids, for all eternity."
It wasn't a big deal, and Xue Feishuang's supporters and Xue Feishuang herself breathed a sigh of relief.
"Very well, I grant your request."
Xue Fei, sword in hand, walked toward Ji Xiaoxiao. One step, two steps, one step, two steps, the long sword pointed straight at Ji Xiaoxiao's neck.
"What else do you have to say?"
The implication is clear: if you have nothing to say, then die!
However, at that moment, the bell rang.
"Fire! Fire! Help!"
Thick smoke billowed, the sky was clear and bright, but dark clouds covered the ground.
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