The storm in Shu was about to come, and the windows were suddenly slapped open by the strong wind, hitting the window frame violently, making a harsh sound. The inkstone paperweight on the table had been swept to the ground. The strong wind rolled up and the paper that had fallen back and flew around. Under the table, there were several memorials that had been torn in half.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Four or five young women in palace costumes fell down from the pool of blood on the ground. One of them was not dead yet. The originally beautiful pair of eyes were half open and half closed, their lips were weak, and a bunch of bloody foam was spitting out at the corner of their mouth, looking like a dying fish struggling in blood.

They were all the concubines of the Later Emperor Liu Yan. The youngest Concubine Liu was only thirteen years old. Her father was the prefect of Tianshui. She was hurriedly accepted when the Later Emperor retreated to Chen Cang. In less than half a year, Chen Cang lost, and then the emperor fled here all the way, Baocheng in Shu.

But now, these beautiful women who are just young are all dead.

Just a moment ago, Liu Yan called these women over and watched his personal eunuch Liu Shan kill them.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Bless me, spare me! My father will bring reinforcements to protect you! Your Majesty—"

Concubine Liu's face was stained with blood, and tears were like pearls with broken lines, falling down along her terrified face that was still childish. The goose yellow palace costume on her chest was soaked into a bright and dazzling orange red by the blood flowing from the side of her neck.

Just now, Liu Fan had already cut her neck. Perhaps the blade killed too many people and was blunt, so she tried to avoid it. The wound on her neck was not fatal. She fell to the ground, her head was tilted, and her neck was bleeding while she crawled forward with her hands and feet, trying to escape from this house full of strong blood and cold air of death.

Behind her was a winding blood mark that was dragged out after climbing.

The Empress Liu Yan had a handsome face, but his expression was like a lifeless wooden clay sculpture. His eyes did not look at Concubine Liu who was begging for mercy to him. He walked over Concubine Liu's head and looked blankly at the direction of the city gate that he could not actually see in the distance.

Baocheng could not be defended, it was broken.

In his ears, it seemed that he had heard the roar of the shaking cheers of the soldiers of Ni Yan after breaking through the city. It would not take long before they would rush here.

Two years ago, Wei Shao, a military clerk who had been in Yan You in the north of the Han Dynasty, destroyed Xing Xun, who had established himself as emperor in Luoyang. As Luoyang fell into his hands, the nine states in the world, eight or nine out of ten were also under his tent. The general situation was settled, and Wei Ni immediately proclaimed himself emperor in Youzhou and named Yan. Then, the latter emperor Liu Yan was forced to retreat all the way west.

After a long retreat, civil servants fled one after another, scattered, military generals died, and surrendered. When he arrived in Baocheng, there were only a dozen old ministers who were loyal to the Han Dynasty and still managed to protect him.

Now, the last two thousand soldiers are gone.

He has no way out.

Liu's fan's face was already covered with blood, and he looked like a ghost. He gritted his teeth and forced him to the door, and slashed him down from the back.

With a dull "puff", the girl didn't even scream. Her whole head hung on the side from the original position of her neck, twisting into a strange-angle posture, and her soft body fell silently on the ground like a strip bag.

The warm blood spurted out of control from the neck cavity, splashing half of the wall. Concubine Liu's limbs were twitching at first, slowly, and stopped moving. Only the eye exposed from the messy hair was still staring at the opposite side. The freshness in her eyes quickly faded away, and a deep dark blue dead aura radiated.

"Your Majesty, Queen..."

Liu Fan dragged the blade and rolled up, and was still bleeding from the blood, looking at Xiao Qiao who was trembling slightly on the couch.

Liu Yan turned around slowly, his out-of-focused gaze fell on Xiao Qiao and looked at her. His eyes finally stopped being idled, and slowly condensed sadness, reluctance and heavy pain.

He walked towards Xiao Qiao step by step, and finally walked to her. He gently stroked her face like cold fingers, and suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms. His strength was so great that he seemed to want to crush her and embed her inch by inch.

"Manman! Manman! Your family was killed by Wei Ni, and your sister was deposed and died by Wei Ni. I know that you hate Wei Ni to the core. I originally wanted to avenge you and send troops to fight against the rebels, but the Han Dynasty has been exhausted and I am powerless to make the world come back! I can't bear to let you fall into the hands of the thief and be humiliated. Manman, I will kill you first, and I will follow you again, and you and I will be husband and wife in the next life!"

"Your Majesty, I am the 15th prince. Your Majesty treats me with deep affection and righteousness. If Your Majesty leaves, how can I live alone? I wish to follow you and never be separated for generations!"

The woman with the nickname "Manman" had a beautiful face as flawless as jade. At this moment, although the flower face was completely lost, her face was covered with tears. Her eyes looked at the Queen Emperor were full of perseverance and determination.

She pushed Liu Yan away, stood up, slowly closed her eyes, and raised her chin slightly. At that time, the wind blew on her clothes, her laces danced wildly, and her whole body seemed to be floating.

Liu Yan burst into tears, let her go, stood up suddenly, and with a loud voice, he drew out his sword.

"ah--"
Chapter completed!