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"Drag him out and kill him!" Feng Luanqing ignored the Palace Maid's repeated pleas for mercy and immediately ordered two guards to come in and drag her out.

As the Palace Maid's cries for mercy gradually faded into the distance, Feng Luanqing impatiently dismissed the Palace Maid s. Then, she took out a locked wooden case from a hidden drawer in the dressing table.

She opened the lock and took out a small mask. It was the mask that the mysterious man had given her.

Recalling that person's hoarse and cryptic words, Feng Luanqing bit her lower lip and hid her small mask inside her sleeve.

For some reason, she had a bad feeling about this. It was obvious that Xiao Ruo had already led people to surround the imperial city, and his father was even controlling the officials and civilians. The people from the Dark Group also explained that everything was fine, but why was her heart still beating so fast?

Did fate tell her that today's ceremony would not go smoothly?

No!

The long set of armor in Feng Luanqing's hand sunk into her palm, a crazed smile on her face.

She did not believe in fate! She was the real winner! What Ye Yuxiu, Ye Yuming, they would all die by her hands!

Even if she thought this way, Feng Luanqing still found it hard to suppress the irritation in her heart and the traces of fear in the deepest part of her heart. In the end, she still could not forget her previous life, and that experience had already become her nightmare.

When she pushed open the door to meet the imperial carriage outside, at that instant when she had just stepped over the threshold, Feng Luanqing had thought of giving up.

But she still walked out of the chamber, walking step by step towards the bright yellow that symbolized imperial power.

She could no longer turn back.

The horse's hooves stepped on the blue stone bricks, and when the sky turned white, the entire Forbidden City was already surrounded, surrounding all the ministers who wanted to participate in the sacrificial ceremony inside the city.

Ye Yuming pulled out the sword at his waist and raised it high. A round slowly rose up from the east side of the imperial city tomorrow, casting the first ray of light onto his body.

He slowly pointed his sword at the massive scarlet palace gate. Behind him, countless soldiers raised their weapons as well.

"KILL —!"

The huge wooden stake collided with the two big doors, and after it let out a creaking sound, this final barrier that led to the imperial road also lowered its proud and arrogant head towards Ye Yuming.

Before Feng Luanqing even reached the Supreme Harmony Hall, she heard battle cries from afar. The eunuch who was carrying her suddenly jolted, and his steps slowly came to a halt.

When the Palace Maid Eunuch behind saw that they had stopped, they too, stopped. Their hearts were uneasy, but they forced themselves to remain silent. In fact, their hearts were filled with fear.

Until finally, Feng Luanqing's ice-cold voice came out from the imperial chariot: "Why did you stop? "Keep walking!"

The few eunuchs looked at each other. Although they did not know what was happening in front of them, they still clenched their teeth and carried Feng Luanqing away.

Before this group of people had taken a few steps, a man in black clothes suddenly appeared and landed in front of the throne. He was covered in wounds, and blood flowed out from them. In the blink of an eye, the ground was dyed red.

He hoarsely said, "Master …. You are about to... Walk, Night … Ye Yuming, attack... "Attack …"

Before he could finish, he fell to the ground and died.

As soon as those words were said, whether it be the eunuchs carrying the palanquin or the eunuchs of Palace Maid following behind, all of them were stunned for a second, and then scattered in all directions as they fled.

The Throne landed heavily on the ground, while Feng Luanqing sat behind the layers of bright yellow silk, not moving at all.

"Empress … "It's better if you run away quickly …" The only person who stayed behind, her personal Palace Maid, hesitated for a moment, but still lifted the curtain and said this to Feng Luanqing who was inside. Then, she took a step back, lowered the curtain, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Empress." She then hurriedly ran away.

Although this Empress treated her very well, it was not enough for her to pay with her own life. Pluto's army was about to attack, and according to Empress's previous actions, she would definitely not be able to escape death this time. If they had cut off their relationship earlier, maybe they could have saved their lives.

Even though Palace Maid said those words softly, Feng Luanqing still heard it. Her eyes slightly narrowed, but she couldn't say what she felt in her heart.

Why did it become like this? She was clearly reborn, but why was she still the loser?

Only after a long time had passed did she finally walk out of the imperial carriage. Step by step, she bypassed the messy decorations on the ground, and under the gorgeous ceremonial attire, walked towards the place that symbolized rights.

Along the way, Feng Luanqing thought about many things. From her previous life to the present, she carefully thought back to everything that happened to her, every single person she met.

She couldn't see the river of blood beneath her feet, couldn't see the mountain of corpses on the ground, couldn't see the Feng Family relatives lying on the ground, couldn't see the soldiers who were nearby but didn't attack. She could only step on the white jade tiles beneath her feet and walk up the stairs step by step.

On the 9981st step golden brick was the supreme golden chair symbolizing the imperial power. Nine golden dragons were coiled on the back and armrest, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws at all living beings.

This was the Dragon Throne that caused the world to go crazy, the most honorable symbol of this world. As long as he sat on it, he would be able to stand above tens of thousands of people.

And now, the spot where countless people were rushing to get their hands on was right in front of her.

His fingers gently caressed the cold, faintly bloody golden chair. It was unknown how many people's blood had spilled on this chair. In the history of the late night, almost every inheritor who ascended to this position stepped on pure white bones.

The success of a general would only end in the death of ten thousand bones.

She sat upright on top of it, coldly looking down at the palace maid who was running and screaming. The corner of her mouth slowly cracked into a cold smile.

Just as Ye Yuming reached the entrance of the main hall, he suddenly felt his soul stop, as if he had been struck by something.

"What's the matter with you?" Tang Xiaotang who was initially speaking suddenly stopped talking and asked her.

"Nothing." Although she felt that it was not good, Tang Xiaotang still covered it up. Logically speaking, her soul should be the strongest and shouldn't have been attacked. Even in this greatly restricted world, she should have been invincible. But just now … That feeling was indeed from the soul attack …

Could it be that there was some sort of change on Feng Luanqing's body?

"Quickly, let's go. I've just never been to such a place before. I'm just excited." The most important thing right now was to not let Ye Yuming find out. If he let Feng Luanqing escape this time, who knows what kind of harm he would cause next time.

"Are you really alright?" It wasn't that Ye Yuming didn't notice her abnormal pause, but there wasn't anything unusual about her tone either. He could only choose to believe her, "If there's anything else, you must tell me in time.

Tang Xiaotang, "... "It's really alright. Let's go!" If he gave up just like that, her mission would not be completed!

When the man and woman walked into the throne room, they immediately saw Feng Luanqing, who was seated high up above. She was already wearing the attire of an emperor, and with her chin slightly raised, she looked at the people below from high above. There was not the slightest hint of panic or fear on her face, it was so calm that it was outrageous.