This world seems to have become extremely empty and dark in an instant.
Feng Ruohen looked at everything that happened in front of him. His smooth handsome face was shrouded in a layer of extremely depressing wounds.
He watched his loved ones die and watched the two most important women in his life cry hysterically.
But...he couldn't cry.
"Send the order." Amidst the rising and falling cries, Feng Ruohen stared at the man who had closed his eyes and gave the order to the commander of the Imperial Guard.
"After the death of Emperor Yao, the whole country will be mourned for seven days. No killing is allowed. Immediately, horses and horses will be stepped up to intercept the army sent to conquer Suzaku. Anyone who disobeys the order..."
His hand holding the sword tightened, "Kill without mercy."
…
Night comes.
The whole wind seems to have passed a particularly long time today.
The army failed to go out for the expedition, and the prime minister was killed on the spot.
And the young Emperor Yao died suddenly.
The regent returned to power, and the Fucha family and their associates were all imprisoned.
The Feng Kingdom will be mourned for seven days and will not participate in any war.
A series of changes are overwhelming.
Even though people knew that there was something fishy about Emperor Yao's death, there were almost no doubts among officials and people.
Who wants to push Feng Country to the forefront and destroy it in one day?
Ordinary people just want to live a simple life...
There are only a few truly sad people.
After all, they were two brothers connected by blood. The regent did not kill him four years ago. Now it seems that this is a sign of cherishing that brotherly love.
But there is really no way to stop it today. Only if one of the two dies, the tragic consequences will be obvious.
But I don’t know how to tell the beginning of all this.
As Feng Yao said, it is no longer possible to care about who is right and who is wrong.
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Royal Palace, Carpenter's Pavilion.
Qin'er stayed here after nightfall, looking at the hundreds of wood carvings on several rows of shelves.
First, he cried loudly. After crying enough, he felt as if he was in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking.
No one will bother her, let alone share her pain.
No matter how she cries or what she does.
Feng Yao is dead. There is no such person in this world. He is irredeemable...