If you think Wenren Yu is truly as carefree and irresponsible as he always is, then you're wrong.
The fact that Wenren Yu could secure his position as Prime Minister of Bei Yin and be entrusted with important responsibilities by Helian Nie shows that he is no ordinary person.
A cool autumn breeze swept through the pavilion, casting a somber glow upon the bloody scene before it.
Helian Nie's handsome face, with his long, narrow, peach-blossom eyes, glanced indifferently at the people fighting below in the pavilion corridor.
Beneath the sleeves of the robe embroidered with gold dragon patterns, the fingertips of his hands were constantly stroking a white jade thumb ring.
The slightly cool touch temporarily calmed the excited, raging, and murderous rage within him. His thin, cold lips parted slightly.
"Leave no one alive."
The eagle behind him stepped forward, cupped his hands, bowed, and said respectfully, "Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his long sword from his waist, leaped down from the pavilion, and the stench of blood that permeated the long, dark corridor grew stronger and stronger.
As more and more of their own men fell, groaning in pain, only a few dozen remained besides those who had formed a protective circle around them.
"Helian Nie, my Wen family helped you seize this world, and now you treat my Wen family like this? Aren't you afraid that the world will despise you for this!"
Wen Yi, with his rugged, square face and fierce eyes, glared angrily at Helian Nie on the high platform.
Is it really true that Wen Yi is going to die here today?!
"Shameless?"
A chilling, sinister voice escaped from thin, blood-red lips, carrying a hint of nonchalant amusement. His slightly narrowed, peach-blossom eyes swept across her face, and a mocking smile curled his lips.
"I originally thought that you, my dear minister, understood the principle of 'the victor is king and the loser is a bandit' better than I did. But now it seems that I overestimated you."
Wenren Yu: "Pfft!"
He waved his ink-painted fan even more enthusiastically. Sorry, he couldn't help himself. The Emperor's subtle and understated insults were truly ingenious.
Wen Yi gripped his blood-stained longsword tightly, his tiger-like eyes bloodshot, the burning rage and resentment in his chest unable to bring reason back to his senses.
Despite Wen Yi's angry glare, Helian Nie continued to stroke the slightly cool jade thumb ring in his hand, seemingly unconcerned.
"History is always written by the victors. The Wen family, through a coup, attempted to seize the throne from my Helian Beiyin clan."
Therefore, his entire family, numbering nine generations, was spared execution in consideration of his many years of meritorious service in guarding the northern border of Yin. Instead, he was granted a white silk ribbon and allowed to remain in his body intact.
"What do you think of my words, my dear minister?"
Every word is like a coil of cold, venomous snakes, brutal and cruel to the extreme, yet somehow you feel that this is the greatest blessing.
"What? A white silk ribbon bestowed upon them?"
Wenren Yu, however, was not having it. She stopped waving her ink-painted fan, looked at Helian Nie with her phoenix eyes, and spoke with a mournful and dissatisfied tone.
"No, Your Majesty, bestowing a white silk ribbon is inappropriate. Such a gentle approach is not in keeping with Your Majesty's character!"
"Are those little guys in the back hills not getting enough food lately? Or are they having indigestion?"
"It's alright, Your Majesty, I have a solution. I know a veterinarian. Rest assured, he will surely cure the disease!"
The Prime Minister was extremely unwilling to accept this. That old scoundrel Wen Yi had ruined so many of their plans over the years.
Oh, now look what's happened. This arrogant old scoundrel's days are finally coming to an end, but he's being sent off with such a gentle method?
No, the Prime Minister is not satisfied. He wants something like being torn apart by five horses or slowly sliced to death. Only such heinous punishments can truly satisfy the people, right?
Wenren Yu said that was right; she just wanted to watch Wen Yi, that old scoundrel, suffer a terrible death, and that would make her feel good.
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