997: Previous Life (11)

Previous Life (11)

How many of those people actually did not want to die?0

The man looked up, revealing a beautiful face. He said, "Oh, have you found Empress Shen's corpse?"

Ji Yushu opened the door of the tent and walked in. When he heard this, he said, "I've asked around, but there's nothing. A fire in the Cold Palace burned everything down, leaving not even a piece of clothes."

Gao Yang mocked, "Fu Xiuyi made sure no one could find anything because he is guilty of doing it."

Ji Yushu sighed and said, "If the Shen family was still around, she wouldn't end up like this."

Xie Jingxing glanced at the red string on his wrist.

The color of the string had already faded a little, but it was still firmly tied to his wrist. Later, he had been to the battlefield many times, but this red string had never fallen off.

Thinking of the woman's words that night, Xie Jingxing shook his head. That promise would eventually be broken. Who knew that in just a few years, Ming Qi would fall so quickly? Even without the Daliang Dynasty launching an attack, it would fall apart on its own.

He had indeed returned triumphantly, and he planned to watch the fireworks with her. However, she was already gone and there was no chance that he could fulfill his promise in this life.

He said, "Tomorrow morning, we'll attack the city."

The flag of the Daliang Dynasty fluttered. The weather in June was ever-changing. Black clouds pressed down on the capital of Ming Qi, and a strong wind blew, as if it was going to rain in the next moment.

There was no one in the palace anymore. There were corpses everywhere. There were women who had "hanged" themselves, and there were also servants who had been beheaded by the Daliang Dynasty's soldiers.

Blood flowed everywhere, and there were millions of corpses.

Pei Lang sat in the hall and poured himself tea. He poured slowly, and the green smoke rose from the incense burner, emitting a fragrance that was as intoxicating as the whisper of a beauty.

He glanced out of the window.

The day Shen Miao died, the weather was also like this. The sky was dark, and suddenly, it rained heavily.

He had waited for a long time for this day.

The Daliang Dynasty's army had arrived, and Ming Qi was about to fall. Fu Xiuyi and Consort Mei were about to die, and Shen Miao's wish would soon be fulfilled.

There was finally a chance to undo the mistake he had made.

He poured the thing in the small bottle into the wine pot on the other side and filled his cup.

"Your wish is about to come true. Unfortunately… I'm not the one who helped you fulfill your wish," He muttered to himself.

On the city tower, the emperor and the empress were tied to the flagpole with their hands behind their back.

For the sake of their own survival, they would sacrifice the lives of others. This was something Consort Mei and Fu Xiuyi often did. Now, it was their turn to have a taste of it.

The officials kidnapped the emperor and the empress to express their willingness to surrender to the Daliang Dynasty, hoping that their lives could be spared.

At this moment, no matter how favored Consort Mei was, it was useless.

Oh, there was also the new crown prince, Fu Sheng. He had long been beheaded by Xie Changwu and Xie Changchao, who loved to suck up to him.

Below the city tower, the man sitting on the tall horse narrowed his eyes lazily. The black clouds had dissipated at some point, and gradually, golden light shone across the entire city.

His clothes were gorgeous, stained with blood, but he still looked noble and untainted, exuding a natural pressure. He formed a sharp contrast with the emperor who was tied up on the platform.

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