Everyone may have their own judgment on what Su Qi's three kowtows represent.

But no matter who it is, they should be able to feel the sadness in the former's heart from this kneeling.

This is not a sorrow for Jing Guoqing, nor is it a sorrow for Daqian.

This is sorrow for myself.

Perhaps Su Qi will become a more sage monarch than Jing Guoqing in the future, and perhaps the people of Daqian will live a better life than now.

But none of that belongs to the former Daqian, nor to the former Su Qi.

Su Qi understood this, but could not change anything.

Therefore, he could only use this method to express his condolences to this dying dynasty as a Dagan man for the last time.

Then, groups of rebels galloped out of the palace and toward the official residences in the city.

...

...

Daqian is destined to be sleepless tonight.

Although with the destruction of the imperial palace, the outcome of this war of subjugation has been settled.

But the subsequent consolidation of power is still a huge project.

The remaining officials of the previous dynasty were either retained or killed, the people were appeased, and the army was recruited... all of these would take at least a few days, or even months, to handle properly.

Fortunately, Wei Changtian had already arranged help for Su Qi, and Li Zimu would help the latter complete all this as soon as possible, and then establish a new dynasty named after "Han" on this land.

Big man.

It's hard to say whether the name Wei Changtian gave to the new dynasty was mixed with "private feelings", but at least it is not important to this world.

And just as one group of rebels rushed into various mansions in the city and took all the owners into the palace for "trial", another group went straight to the small courtyard where Wei Changtian lived. The leader was Xu Quanhe. Willow Poetry.

"Sir! Four seniors!"

The continuous flames stretched from the courtyard gate to the entrance of the alley. The expressionless black-armored soldiers held torches and stood on both sides of the alley. Their killing momentum showed how strict the military discipline of this army was.

In the small courtyard, Xu Quan, who was dressed in general armor, bowed respectfully to Wei Changtian and Duan Fangping, while Yang Liushi was more natural and just nodded lightly to Wei Changtian.

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

On the other side, Wei Changtian also nodded to Yang Liushi, and his eyes fell on Xu Shenchen again.

He glanced at the blood stains on the latter's armor scales, and then asked:

"How's it going outside?"

"Back to the young master, Mr. Su has led the rebel army into the palace, and most of the defenders who have not surrendered have been killed in the battle!"

Xu Quan immediately replied loudly: "There are still a few thieves who are still causing trouble in various parts of the city, but they are no longer a threat. The cleanup will be completed by tomorrow morning at the latest!"

"good."

Nodding, Wei Changtian was not surprised by the result, and the whole process was even smoother than he expected.

He thought for a moment and then asked: "Where is Jing Guoqing's body?"

"It's still in the palace, Mr. Su has sent people to guard it closely."

Xu Quan said in a deep voice: "The bodies of the Jing family are also in the hands of the rebels."

"What about the Jing family members who are still alive?"

Wei Changtian squinted his eyes: "Have you checked it?"

"Miss Li has already checked."

Xu Quan answered truthfully: "Comparing the corpses according to the Jing family tree, only three people are still alive today. They are all juniors in the family, and none of them are in the capital."

"Well, no matter where they are, find these three people and kill them within five days."

Wei Changtian gave an order, paused, and then added: "Then just bury all the bodies of the Jing family in the imperial mausoleum."

"yes!"

"..."

Cutting the grass and rooting out the problem, but not "crushing the bones and scattering ashes", doing things too far.

This is not because Wei Changtian is kind, but because since ancient times, unless there is any deep hatred, few people would do such a thing as "digging up other people's ancestral graves".

Because everyone knows that no dynasty can last forever.

Today you became emperor and dug up the imperial tomb of the previous dynasty.

When the next dynasty changes in a few hundred years, the rulers of the new dynasty will also be able to dig up your ancestral graves.

So let’s do some good deeds for Su Qi...

"Come in and talk."

After briefly asking about the situation outside, Wei Changtian turned around and walked back into the house, followed immediately by Xu Quan and others.

After all, although Daqian is finished, everyone still has a lot of things to deal with next, so they naturally need to discuss it carefully.

And just as they entered the house to continue their discussion, in another small courtyard not far away, Cui'er was leaning against the courtyard door, breathing heavily.

The bright white moonlight fell on her face, her expression was confused and frightened.

Just now, Cui'er couldn't restrain her curiosity and peeked out through the crack in the door.

It was these few glances that made her react like she did now.

Rows of black-armored soldiers, holding crackling torches, and a carriage hanging a small black flag with a terrifying tengu embroidered on it.

Cui'er had heard some rumors about Wei Changtian and the Tengu Army, but she didn't know much about them, so she couldn't recognize them as the feared "demon army" at the moment.

But she could tell that this was the "rebel" army.

The most important thing is that when she saw the carriage, it stopped outside the gate of Wei Changtian's courtyard.

Someone found this place not long after the rebels invaded the city, and the battle was so large... Cui'er didn't know that Wei Changtian was a big shot among the rebels at this time.

Of course, it's okay if it's just like this.

only......

As soon as she recalled the elegant Mr. Wei, and then thought that just this afternoon this important man had brought back three boxes of mung bean cakes for her, Cui'er's mind became confused.

The "misplacement" of Wei Changtian's identity made her a little confused, and she didn't know what attitude she should take towards Wei Changtian in the future.

And she was not the only one who felt this way at the moment.

"..."

The bright moon was bright, and behind a dark wooden window in the courtyard, He Jing stood by the window, looking at Cui'er not far away through the moonlight, with the same complicated mood.

It's even more complicated.

After all, compared to the simple Cui'er, he had already guessed Wei Changtian's identity.

Then, the unavoidable question appeared in He Jing's mind again.

Wei Changtian, why do you want to help yourself?

In fact, He Jing already had the answer to this question in his mind.

Or in other words, from his perspective, he could only come up with this answer.

Whether it was the conversation between Wei Changtian and Cui'er in the courtyard yesterday or the three boxes of mung bean cakes, Cui'er told him everything without hiding anything.

Therefore, in He Jing's opinion, the reason why Wei Changtian did this was undoubtedly because he took a fancy to Cui'er.

Even though he couldn't understand why the famous Wei Yanluo fell in love with an ordinary maid like Cui'er, he couldn't understand why Wei Changtian used this method to "capture her heart" instead of directly "stealing her by force" as rumored.

But He Jing could only draw this conclusion at this moment.

So, what should I do...

There is no doubt that He Jing has different feelings for Cui'er.

In his heart, Cui'er is no longer just a maid.

If there was no Wei Changtian, he would definitely give Cui Er a title in the future.

But now...if Wei Changzhen really proposed to take Cui'er away, could he refuse?

Rather than saying "can and can't", this is more like a question of "dare and dare not".

"call......"

He let out a heavy breath and clenched his hands tightly.

He Jing looked at the figure in the courtyard, struggling in his heart, and at the same time he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Because he actually knew very well that if Wei Changzhen did this, he would never dare to say "no".

He didn't dare to risk his own life, Cui'er's life, and the entire He family's life on Wei Changtian's "generous kindness".

So if there ever comes a day, all he can do is to hand over Tweety as a gift, perhaps with a smile on his face and not dare to show the slightest reluctance...
To be continued...