Inside the Main Hall of Han Guang Palace, a deathly silence reigned. Everyone stared with horrified eyes at the scene unfolding, the only sound the soft "pitter-patter" of blood dripping onto the bed.

Blood trickled from Fan Xian's clothes and sword, slid down the Empress Dowager's earlobe, wetting half of her face, and gradually soaking into her robes.

The sword, gleaming with cold light, rested with unwavering steadiness against the Empress Dowager's neck.

This was the first time since the founding of the Qing Dynasty that an assassin had managed to penetrate so deep into the Imperial Palace, the first time anyone had placed a blade against the Empress Dowager's throat.

Everyone, including the several highly skilled eunuchs, was stunned, watching helplessly as Fan Xian held the Empress Dowager hostage, unsure of what to do.

Everything had happened too quickly. From the moment the alarm sounded outside the hall to Fan Xian's descent like a murderous deity, bursting directly towards the phoenix bed and seizing the Empress Dowager, only a few breaths had passed.

Earlier, in the side hall, Fan Xian hadn't crashed through the wall, but had instead chosen the wooden door, exchanging a palm strike with the eunuch expert and severing his head with a single stroke. He had successfully diverted the attention of the inner court's experts to the corridor connecting the side hall to the main hall, while he… directly crashed through the wall behind them! This unexpected and daring move, enduring the attacks of four old eunuchs, had led to his current success.

The speed of his reaction and decision-making in such a short time was remarkable. Fan Xian's actions tonight were undeniably formidable. Moreover, the onlookers, shocked by the scene, felt a chill creep into their hearts, as if Fan Xian might at any moment pull the sword and end the Empress Dowager's life!

Fan Xian's expression was too calm, too indifferent, as if he held an ordinary person beneath his blade, not the Empress Dowager, who could influence the fate of the world!

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"Order the guards outside to stop."

The hall was deathly quiet, which only amplified the sounds of fighting and screams outside. The Sixth Bureau swordsmen who had stormed the palace were still locked in combat with the Imperial Guards.

After subduing the Empress Dowager, Fan Xian didn't hesitate. He slightly bent his right knee, carefully shielding himself behind the Empress Dowager. He held the sword with his elbow bent, placing it against the Empress Dowager's shoulder, and whispered near her blood-stained cheek.

His words were calm, but conveyed an undeniable force. Everyone felt that if the Empress Dowager didn't order the guards outside and the eunuch experts in the hall to stop, Fan Xian might actually use his sword.

However... the Empress Dowager was not an ordinary person.

When she was still the Consort Cheng, the Empress Dowager of Qing had endured years of uncertainty. Her temperament was steadfast, unlike that of ordinary old women. After decades as Empress and Empress Dowager, residing deep within the palace, she possessed her own inherent dignity and unwavering confidence.

The Empress Dowager turned her head, looking at Fan Xian with a cold gaze. Her gray hair was somewhat disheveled, but her eyebrows were furrowed, revealing an innate authority. She said in a cold voice, "You unfilial wretch! You dare threaten the Empress Dowager?"

Her voice was like the clash of metal and the shattering of jade, causing everyone in the palace to tremble!

Fan Xian's heart tightened. He hadn't expected the Empress Dowager to be so unyielding, so defiant, in such a vulnerable and dangerous situation. But he understood that the Empress Dowager had to maintain her composure in order to secure better terms in the coming events.

Even more unexpectedly, with a "smack!", the Empress Dowager slapped Fan Xian!

A faint red palm print appeared on Fan Xian's face. The Empress Dowager seemed unafraid of the cold blade against her neck. Her eyes were filled with contempt and disdain as she looked at Fan Xian, saying coldly, "Do you dare to kill the Empress Dowager?!"

Everyone in Han Guang Palace was stunned. They hadn't expected the Empress Dowager to be so defiant while being held at swordpoint. Wasn't she afraid that Fan Xian would actually kill her? Some of the matrons and palace maids fainted in fear at the sight.

But the Empress Dowager remained cold and formidable, staring at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes, looking at the Empress Dowager's wrinkled face without saying a word. He knew why the old woman was behaving so aggressively: she knew that if Fan Xian wanted to control the Imperial Palace, he wouldn't dare to kill her at this moment.

Moreover, she was, after all, the Empress Dowager, Fan Xian's grandmother by blood. She was betting that Fan Xian wouldn't dare to act in front of so many people. Even if she was wrong, she still had to maintain her aura in order to have a chance to turn the situation around.

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Just as the Empress Dowager slapped Fan Xian, an unexpected change occurred within Han Guang Palace. Eunuch Hou, who had been quietly standing by the side of the hall, suddenly floated up!

He floated up with incredible speed, but not towards Fan Xian and the Empress Dowager. Instead, he rushed towards the hole that Fan Xian had crashed through!

A strange light flashed in Fan Xian's eyes, but he didn't dare to leave the Empress Dowager's side. He could only watch as Eunuch Hou and several other eunuch experts subdued several people near the hole with a few quick strikes.

Eunuch Hou's hand tightly gripped the Third Prince's throat.

Consort Yi was restrained by a eunuch.

Ning Cairen brandished a black dagger, but was surrounded by several eunuchs in the center of the hall.

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"Little Duke, don't be too impulsive," Eunuch Hou said respectfully, his head lowered as he choked the Third Prince's throat.

Fan Xian gripped the sword with unwavering steadiness, looking at Eunuch Hou with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He only realized now that this second-in-command eunuch, after Eunuch Yao, possessed such profound cultivation.

Now the situation was that Fan Xian controlled the Empress Dowager, while Eunuch Hou and the eunuchs controlled three people Fan Xian cared about.

How would the situation develop?

Everyone was waiting for Fan Xian's decision.

The Empress Dowager's expression was cold, but the blood soaking into her robes was chilling, causing her fingers to tremble slightly.

Fan Xian lowered his head, looking at the Empress Dowager's fingers. He didn't remain silent for long, but took a deep breath. All the eunuch experts became alert, wondering what he would do next.

Fan Xian raised his face, frowned, and then raised his right hand, slapping it hard against the Empress Dowager's aged cheek!

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With a crisp "smack!", the sound was even louder than the Empress Dowager's earlier slap! The Empress Dowager clutched her face in disbelief, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Her teeth were likely loosened by the blow.

Everyone in the hall stared in astonishment at the scene. It seemed that the slap landed not only on the Empress Dowager's face, but also on their own faces, their own hearts!

Who had Fan Xian slapped? It was the Holy Empress Dowager, the Emperor's biological mother, Fan Xian's own grandmother! And Fan Xian... dared to slap her!

This was an indelible humiliation. By slapping the Empress Dowager, Fan Xian had shown that he was going all in. If he dared to slap you, he dared to kill you!

Fan Xian stared at the Empress Dowager's half-swollen face and said softly, "Release them. Stop. I don't want to repeat myself."

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The Empress Dowager trembled with anger, but also felt a coldness from the deepest depths of her heart. She knew that she had underestimated this grandson who didn't bear the Li surname, underestimated his ruthlessness and mental fortitude.

She felt the sword against her neck tighten slightly. Perhaps it was a moment, perhaps it was an eternity, but the Empress Dowager's gaze finally became somewhat desolate. She said, "Do as he says."

"The Empress Dowager should say it herself, louder," Fan Xian said.

The Empress Dowager glared at Fan Xian in anger. Forced by the situation, she shouted to the outside of the hall in her aged voice: "Guards, heed my order, cease all action!"

For some reason, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief at the Empress Dowager's decree. Perhaps Fan Xian's actions had frightened them too much. They feared witnessing the horrific scene of a grandson killing his grandmother, a subject killing the Empress Dowager.

Only Eunuch Hou, who was choking the Third Prince's throat, frowned slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

"It seems Eunuch Hou wants you to die," Fan Xian said coldly to the Empress Dowager.

The Empress Dowager glanced at Eunuch Hou. The four old eunuchs frowned and moved a step towards Eunuch Hou.

Eunuch Hou sighed and released his grip.

The Third Prince, still shaken, with the wound from the afternoon's assassination bleeding again, quickly supported his mother. The three of them, Consort Yi, Ning Cairen, and the Third Prince, fled in panic behind Fan Xian.

With the Empress Dowager's decree, the sounds of fighting surrounding Han Guang Palace immediately disappeared. It was clear that the swordsmen who had followed Fan Xian into the palace had also received instructions: as long as the Imperial Guards didn't attack, they wouldn't retaliate.

All the large wooden doors of Han Guang Palace were pushed open simultaneously. With a creaking sound, the entire palace became completely open. The people inside could clearly see the tense situation outside, see the guards holding straight blades, surrounding Han Guang Palace, and the countless corpses lying on the open ground outside the hall.

The early autumn night wind from outside the hall also blew in, bringing a profound chill. However, it offered no peace, because along with the wind, the smell of blood also rushed into the hall, assaulting everyone's nostrils.

Dozens of Sixth Bureau swordsmen in black clothes quickly retreated into Han Guang Palace, surrounding the eunuchs in the hall. Several skilled eunuchs of the inner court had to accept this humiliating reality, restrained by the Inspection Institute's specially made iron finger clasps.

With the Empress Dowager in Fan Xian's hands, and Fan Xian having proven that he dared to kill her, how could these inner court experts dare to resist?

Even someone like Eunuch Hou, who wanted to resist, couldn't make any extraneous movements due to the overwhelming situation.

Fan Xian looked at his subordinates, covered in wounds. His eyebrows twitched again. A glance told him that although the ambush outside Han Guang Palace was brief, more than a dozen loyal subordinates had died in battle.

Storming the palace without any casualties was impossible. To be able to temporarily control Han Guang Palace at such a small cost was already akin to completing an impossible mission.

Fan Xian lowered his eyelids and said to the Empress Dowager beneath his sword, "You know I won't kill you... If I only wanted to kill you, there are countless ways to make you die without even knowing how."

The Empress Dowager coughed violently, clutching her chest, a trace of blood appearing on her neck from Fan Xian's sword.

Seeing this, the eunuchs and palace maids loyal to the Empress Dowager looked panicked. They wanted to come forward to serve her, but didn't dare to move.

The Empress Dowager turned her head, staring at Fan Xian with a venomous gaze. "You, like your mother, are full of wild ambitions! I will see what you can do cooped up in this palace."

Yes, even if Fan Xian had captured the Empress Dowager and controlled the Imperial Palace, what would he do next? Everyone, including the swordsmen in black, was staring at him, waiting for his next order.

Fan Xian was waiting for news from the other three groups in the Imperial Palace, and also waiting for movement from the Imperial City. He knew that success hadn't fully arrived yet. If anything went wrong, he and his men would fail.

But while waiting, he wasn't idle. He glanced coldly at Eunuch Hou, who was surrounded by swordsmen.

Eunuch Hou's heart trembled. He secretly channeled his inner energy.

Fan Xian nodded.

Eunuch Hou was shocked. With a flip of his sleeves, he prepared to fight! However, when he raised his eyes, he saw ten or so small crossbows gleaming with a dark light pointed at him!

The two hundred men Fan Xian brought into the palace had taken great care in disguising themselves for fear of alarming the enemy outside the palace. They couldn't all carry crossbows, but among the dozens who followed him, ten were carrying concealed crossbows.

And these crossbows were now aimed directly at Eunuch Hou.

Eunuch Hou roared and suddenly leapt upwards. However... he only rose a foot before his entire body turned into a pincushion. Ten crossbow bolts were deeply embedded in his body, constantly draining his blood.

With a "thud," Eunuch Hou fell to the ground. After a few twitches, he closed his eyes, filled with resentment, and died.

Fan Xian watched the scene coldly. Although he didn't know that Eunuch Hou was the Princess Royal's confidant, his intuition and the earlier scene had alerted him. That's why he suddenly launched the attack, ordering his subordinates to shoot Eunuch Hou.

At such a crucial moment, Fan Xian didn't hesitate to kill. He would rather kill the wrong person than miss someone.

Eunuch Hou's death caused a commotion in the hall. The somewhat stabilized situation became chaotic again. The guards surrounding the hall became tense and moved a few steps closer to Han Guang Palace.

But Fan Xian remained calm. He slowly removed the sword from the Empress Dowager's neck, sweeping his gaze across the hall. Wherever his gaze fell, no one dared to meet his eyes; all lowered their heads.

He sat down beside the Empress Dowager, lowered his head, and listened intently to the noises from various parts of the Imperial Palace. He knew that the other three groups must have encountered strong resistance. Fortunately, his sudden attack on Han Guang Palace had attracted most of the eunuch experts and the majority of the guard forces in the harem, which would make things easier for Jing Ge and the other three groups.

The Imperial City = Kyoto
Jing Ge = Jing Ge

The hall was silent. Fan Xian and the Empress Dowager sat side by side on the bed, both covered in the blood of others, steeling their hearts. The scene of the grandmother and grandson sitting calmly side by side chilled the onlookers.

The guards outside the hall hadn't surrendered their weapons. Fan Xian didn't have enough men to carry out this important task. All the swordsmen in black had returned to the hall. He didn't want the current situation to change any further. The problem of the Imperial Guards should be handled later by the First Prince after he had dealt with the Imperial City's garrison.

He was just waiting. He believed in the strength of his subordinates and the Black Knights.

He didn't have to wait long. The Imperial Guards outside the hall suddenly became agitated. Something shocking seemed to have happened in the rear of their ranks.

Fan Xian didn't get up, but said to the Empress Dowager beside him, "Have them make way."

The Empress Dowager's gray hair hung beside her blood-stained cheeks. The half of her face that wasn't stained with blood was swollen from Fan Xian's heavy slap, looking extremely desolate. Hearing Fan Xian's words, she glanced at the outside with somewhat unfocused eyes and nodded.

The leader of the guard squadron looked at the situation in the hall, gritted his teeth, and opened a gap in the encirclement.

More than ten assassins in black clothes, holding a disheveled consort, entered Han Guang Palace!

Fan Xian looked at the number of people, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew that this group had suffered even more casualties. When he saw the hint of fear in the beautiful face of the consort, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang in his heart.

The newcomer was Noble Consort Shu, the Second Prince's biological mother. Since the Empress Dowager had issued a decree that the Crown Prince would inherit the throne and the Second Prince had submitted, the Empress Dowager had sent the Crown Prince and Empress, the Princess Royal, and Noble Consort Shu back to their respective palaces, leaving only Consort Yi and her son and Ning Cairen in Han Guang Palace.

Fan Xian smiled gently at Noble Consort Shu, patted the soft bed beside him, and said, "Your Highness, please sit here."

Noble Consort Shu had been fond of poetry and books since she was young, and her temperament was detached. In the past, she had a fairly good relationship with Fan Xian in the palace, and there hadn't been too much animosity because of the Second Prince. She was also a prudent and taciturn person. Fan Xian didn't have much animosity towards her either. However, tonight, she was someone he had to control.

Tonight, Noble Consort Shu had been forcibly abducted by assassins. She had thought she would surely die, but she had also guessed who had committed such a rebellious act. Looking at Fan Xian's face at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a surge of fear, unable to utter the words of anger she had prepared.

Seeing the Empress Dowager in such a disheveled state, she felt even colder. She could only shrink back and sit beside Fan Xian as she was told.

The Sixth Bureau Swordsmen = The swordsmen

It was within Fan Xian's expectations that Noble Consort Shu was captured first. The defenses of the East Palace and Guang Xin Palace were second only to Han Guang Palace and were also important locations. His subordinates wouldn't be able to succeed so quickly.

So…

When he saw Jing Ge, wearing a silver mask, lead his subordinates into Han Guang Palace with a silent expression, his heart sank. He knew things were troublesome.

Things were indeed very troublesome. Jing Ge lowered his head and said something in Fan Xian's ear. Fan Xian's face grew increasingly heavy, his brow furrowed as if weighed down by thousands of pounds of heavy stones, making it difficult to relax.

Another subordinate reported, and it was still bad news.

Fan Xian frowned, rubbed his brow vigorously, as if trying to drive away the annoyance in his heart. After a moment, he sighed and said softly to the people on the bed,

"I wanted the whole family to reunite, but it seems that's not possible."

At this moment, the Empress Dowager and Noble Consort Shu were sitting beside him on the bed. Behind him leaned Consort Yi, Ning Cairen, and the Third Prince. Most of the royal family was on this bed. Fan Xian had absolute close-range control over the lives of the two people beside him, protecting the three behind him.

The so-called family was naturally the Emperor's family. Now that Emperor Qing was gone, the Emperor's family, besides the six people on the bed, also included the Crown Prince and the Empress, as well as the Princess Royal in Guang Xin Palace. Fan Xian subconsciously excluded the gardener, because he felt that Prince Jing was much cleaner than everyone in this family.

The heavy stones pressing down on Fan Xian's brow were the three members who hadn't come to reunite with the family.

The news reported by Jing Ge and the other group was that the East Palace and Guang Xin Palace were empty!

For some reason, the Princess Royal and the Crown Prince seemed to have known in advance. Just before Fan Xian and his subordinates stormed the palace, they took advantage of the darkness and escaped in the direction of the Cold Palace in the north. Jing Ge led more than a hundred assassins but failed to catch them!

Such a violent and frenzied raid, but it failed to capture the most important characters!

Fan Xian's mood was extremely heavy, but his expression gradually softened. Although this raid on the palace wasn't a complete success, he had, after all, captured the Empress Dowager and Noble Consort Shu. There was never anything perfect in this world. He knew that his luck wasn't good enough to change the course of history with just two hundred people.

The Empress Dowager, sitting beside him, suddenly said in her aged voice, "The Empress Dowager knows what you want to do, but the Empress Dowager's decree has already been issued."

Clearly, all the words that Jing Ge had said in Fan Xian's ear had been heard by this fallen Empress Dowager. A hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes as she looked at Fan Xian and said, "Cheng Qian took the Empress Dowager's decree out of the palace. The army will enter the Imperial City tomorrow. Are you afraid?"

"This person's courage becomes greater day by day, otherwise, I would not dare to swell your face," Fan Xian smiled at the Empress Dowager, but the coldness in his words was chilling. The Empress Dowager's pupils shrank.

"The Empress Dowager can have many decrees," Fan Xian said to the Empress Dowager very gently: "For example, the thirteen city gate directorates are still under your control, as long as you issue another decree to close the city gates, how can the old Qin family enter?"

"I think you also know that the Princess Royal's cronies in the city gate directorate were killed by me last night."

"I am helping you firmly control the nine city gates."

"Of course, my purpose is to control you."

These words came out of Fan Xian's thin lips, extra gentle, extra terrible, and the Empress Dowager trembled with anger, staring at him but couldn't say a word.

"Although you are already in your seventies or eighties, you are still afraid of death," Fan Xian frowned at the Empress Dowager, as if looking at something that annoyed him very much, "so you have to issue this edict anyway."

The Empress Dowager coughed twice, glanced at Ning Cairen behind her, and then stared at Fan Xian's eyes and said, "Even if that barbarian helps you, you can only control the Imperial Palace at most, what can you do outside the palace?"

Fan Xian stared back at her eyes and said, "I only brought two hundred people into the palace, not because I am confident, but because I left one thousand seven hundred people outside the palace! What do you say I can do outside the palace?"

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At this moment, at the junction of the harem and the front palace, which was some distance from the Han Guang Palace, a large shout of killing and the sound of the palace gate exploding suddenly erupted.

Fan Xian listened quietly, knowing that the First Prince's Imperial Guards had finally come over, and he relaxed, stood up, and ordered Jing Ge: "I will leave the Han Guang Palace to you, whoever is it, if there is any change, kill them for me."

Jing Ge took the order without any objection, and the silver mask on his face shone with a chilling light. Everyone in the hall looked at this person, not knowing who this person was, and how he could accept Fan Xian's seemingly rebellious order so calmly.

If it was an ordinary Inspection Institute official, I am afraid that he would be a little scared.

They didn't know that this Black Knight's deputy commander had picked the Qin family's eldest son in the military camp that year, and had been in the Qing Dynasty's death row for a long time, and had suffered countless tortures. He was originally a rebellious person, so Fan Xian dared to entrust him with this rebellious task.

At this moment, Ning Cairen suddenly said with a slightly lowered head: "Lend me your dagger first."

Fan Xian glanced at her and laughed, knowing that Ning Cairen was afraid that if there was a real mess, Jing Ge would not dare to attack the Empress Dowager, but she… this former Dongyi female prisoner, who had almost been killed by the Empress Dowager, was full of fierce blood and had been waiting for this opportunity.

Fan Xian nodded to her, then walked towards the night outside Han Guang Palace. He was going to check on Guang Xin Palace and the East Palace. He always felt that there was a very strange message in this matter.

With a clang, he turned his hand and inserted the blood-stained sword into the sword tube behind him, walked down the stone steps of the Han Guang Palace, and several close confidants of the Qinian team who followed him into the palace followed him three steps away and walked down the stone steps.

Everyone inside and outside the hall looked at him, wondering where he was going at such a crucial moment.

He walked out of the hall calmly with a few subordinates, and walked past the Imperial Guards who were facing him with weapons, without blinking his eyes.

How dare the guards take action, they could only watch him disappear into the black clothes outside Han Guang Palace. Although the Empress Dowager was in the hall, Fan Xian was walking so calmly and with such courage, it really shocked many people's minds.

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Fan Xian didn't deliberately suppress the Empress Dowager's arrogance, and the sentence he said earlier was not false. In Miss Sun Pin'er's boudoir in Kyoto Prefecture, when he and Yan Bingyun were drawing up the plan, he had already calculated how much power he could contact.

The spies that the Inspection Institute can mobilize in the capital, the nails hidden in various government offices, the place controlled by Fan Xian, even if the square building monitored by the inner court and the military is removed, he can still mobilize one thousand four hundred people.

Yan Bingyun = Yan Bingyun

Through the Kyoto Prefecture, five hundred Black Knights disguised and entered the capital, so far, the power that Fan Xian could use reached one thousand and nine hundred people, and these one thousand and nine hundred people were all proficient in dark operations, although they were far from the opponents of the army in terms of force, it was really a handy weapon to engage in conspiracy and rebellion.

Fan Xian only brought two hundred people into the palace tonight, not because he was arrogant, but because the number of people was never the key to such a raid that emphasized speed and suddenness. Moreover, he had to leave most of the power outside the palace, and the remaining one thousand seven hundred people were now doing various tasks under the dispatch of Yan Bingyun.

Kyoto is too big, and there are too many aspects that Fan Xian needs to take care of. The outside of the palace is handled by himself, and the situation inside the palace must rely on thousands of Imperial Guards to control. And when that shout of killing was heard from the harem, he was sure that the First Prince had controlled the Imperial Guards.

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The action of the Imperial Guards, just as the First Prince said to the confidant school officer, the time of the launch depends on the progress of Fan Xian's breakthrough in the palace.

When Fan Xian's brave subordinate stood firm in the encirclement of the guards and fired that arrow into the night sky and the bright moon, the Imperial Guards moved.

That firework arrow was so bright that it illuminated half of the Imperial City in an instant. This kind of firework arrow used for communication was not the kind commonly used by the Kyoto Garrison and the Inspection Institute, but it had already given a very clear signal.

The First Prince stood beside the guard crossbow, looking at the firework arrow that cut through the night sky, and the lines on his face suddenly hardened, raising his right hand and slashing it down like a knife.

It was slashed into the empty night wind at the corner of the Imperial City tower.

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A knife slashed down, directly cutting off the necks of two soldiers on the big shop at the same time. Blood spurted out onto the wall with a poof, hitting two large blood flowers with extraordinary bloodiness!

The Imperial Guard general who led the night attack withdrew his long knife and shouted: "Kill!"

In the dark night, I don't know how many people poured into the streets and alleys beside the square in front of the Imperial City, silently sneaked into those big厢房, and then began a bloody massacre.

A full six hundred Imperial Guard soldiers who had been replaced to rest were still sleeping at this time. Many people lost their lives in this way, and some people were awakened, but they didn't react at all, and they were met with ruthless knives and guns.

Yes, the murderers and the murdered were all comrades. If they were in another time and space, in another place, they might fight side by side with the Huren, drinking shochu, wiping bright blades, bravely killing into the enemy camp, blocking arrows for each other, and blocking knives for each other.

Huren = The Huren

But tonight is not the case, it's just a massacre on one side against the other, an unusually ruthless massacre.

It didn't take long for the two thousand Imperial Guards loyal to the First Prince to clean up a large area in front of the Imperial City, and countless corpses and blood were mixed together, and the stench was soaring.

The faces of the Imperial Guards were not good-looking. They used to be the Western Expeditionary Army. This was the first time they had killed... their own people. But they also knew that these people were not their own people, and what they were doing tonight would not allow them to have the slightest weakness.

They had seen the Commander's seal, seen His Majesty's will, so they had enthusiasm and belief in their hearts.

We are the righteous side.

They are still alive now, aren't they?

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(I have been rushing home for three consecutive days, and I am really tired. I will write a little less tomorrow to buffer it. About the manuscripts, please rest assured, of course I am... no Di, cough, really ashamed.)