Chapter 1 The End

In the winter of the third year of Suihe, on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, the cold wind blew and dark clouds pressed over the city.

Shengjing, Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The splendid palace was empty at the moment. There was a faint light of fire outside the palace. The sound of fighting and the miserable screams were blocked by the heavy palace doors. They were muffled and could not be heard clearly. However, the smell of tung oil and blood overflowed in.

Raging in the cold air.

The rebels have entered the city.

The young emperor was dressed in royal robes, sitting alone on a high throne, with her body upright. She clasped her hands in front of her, holding a heavy sword with a chilling aura. A torn scroll was thrown under the jade robe.

, on the cover with black background and moiré pattern is a line of vigorous ink writing - "Teaching Ye Qinghuai's Passion to the World".

The rebel commander Lu Yanchen sent a message to the world that it was she, Ye Qinghuai, the seventh emperor of Dajing, who was being attacked.

Ye Qinghuai stared at the red palace door at the end of the hall, and suddenly thought of a question.

How will future history books comment on her?

"He must be a dog emperor who is full of evil." Ye Qing said heartily, "Killing brothers and fathers, forging edicts to usurp the throne, killing loyal people, and massacring the people, no one is missing."

Just like what was said in the slogan.

This is consistent with the image of a faint king who forces the people to rise up.

Ye Qinghuai had read the appeal. The words were sharp and every word was like a knife. It made people and gods angry. If she were not the target of the condemnation, even she could not help but curse "Those who steal the country will be punished" and then raised her sword to join the army of condemnation.

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"As expected of Mr. Lu's literary talent, his writing is astonishing. It's a pity that it's just a bunch of nonsense." Ye Qinghuai commented.

She did not admit any of the accusations in the statement.

Ever since she could remember, Ye Qinghuai knew that she had assumed the identity of her twin brother who had died young. One mistake in the palace would have resulted in the whole family being executed for the crime of deceiving the emperor. Her life was like walking on thin ice. Regarding the throne, she had always been loyal to her.

I was afraid of not being able to avoid it, and I hid as far as I could. I just hoped that when I reached the age of 18, I could ask myself to leave the capital, stay away from the palace, a place of right and wrong, and take my mother and concubine to the fiefdom of a border town to live a free life.

If it weren't for the death of her father's sons, the fierce fighting between her brothers, and the death of three of the four princes in a palace incident, the throne would never have fallen to her.

Ye Qinghuai's ability to survive the tragic palace incident unscathed was entirely due to her low-key behavior over the years. She was so low-key that when everyone was competing for the throne, they almost forgot that she existed as the number one prince.

Cranes and clams fight, and the fisherman wins. But she is a fisherman who doesn't want to fish. It's really God's will.

The country fell from the sky. Ye Qinghuai knew that she could not be an emperor who would be famous throughout the ages. She only wanted to protect the country and live in peace. She personally took the national title "Suihe", which means "peaceful year after year". She wished for a prosperous year.

She will be peaceful and peaceful every year, and I hope she herself can be peaceful and peaceful every year.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Once her identity as a woman was revealed, everything changed.

Ye Qinghuai felt that she had been in office for three years without any achievements or faults. If she had to talk about faults, the only thing she did wrong was that she had a little undue affection for her teacher, so much so that she felt bad for him.

Tell the truth about the identity of his daughter's family.

At the 20th grade, the astonishingly talented Taiqing Pavilion bachelor and Imperial Master Lu Yanchen.

For this young imperial master, in addition to her admiration, she also had an unspeakable admiration.

In her life, she has never worn red makeup or applied pink and white. She has read the books of sages, learned how to govern the country, learned how to bend the bow and shoot eagles, and cultivated to serve the world. The only one

A little bit of the daughter's shyness was all given to Lu Yanchen.

However, it was her untimely girlish sentiments that ruined Dajing's century-old history. Her trust and frankness did not win Lu Yanchen's favor, but they did in exchange for a piece of paper that destroyed the country and the family.

"Squeak - ah -" The heavy palace door of the Hall of Supreme Harmony was pushed open, and the cold wind carried the smell of blood and poured into the hall.

A man wearing black armor strode into the hall. He held a sword in one hand and a human head in the other. His black eyes were cold and bright, and his body was covered in blood, but he could not hide his elegance.

Ye Qinghuai's heart trembled. She hadn't seen him for a year. She had scolded Lu Yanchen countless times in her heart, hated him countless times, and made up her mind to sever ties with him. But now, just looking at him from a distance, her previous

All efforts were in vain.

Her heart will still beat for him. Even if he raises troops to rebel against her and criticizes her verbally and writing in his essays, even if at this moment he looks like Shura and is followed by a swarm of rebels.

Lu Yanchen walked to the foot of the jade ridge and threw the head at the foot of the steps. Ye Qinghuai took a look and saw that it was the head of Chen Yuansi, the chief minister. The veteran of three dynasties had disheveled temples and could not rest in peace.

Lu Yanchen didn't even look at the head. He raised his head and looked at Ye Qinghuai on the throne with a determined expression. Then he returned the sword to its sheath, took out a scroll of documents from his arms, raised it above his head, and pointed it at

Ye Qinghuai knelt down halfway.

"Wei Chen has drafted a self-incriminating edict for Your Majesty. Please use it to inform the world and abdicate the throne in favor of someone more worthy. Wei Chen can ensure your Majesty's stability for the rest of his life."

Ye Qinghuai didn't answer him. The corners of her mouth straightened, and the hand holding the sword tightened. She stood up and dragged the heavy sword weighing more than ten kilograms down the stairs. The hall was silent, and she could only listen.

To the sound of the sword cutting across the golden steps.

She walked up to Lu Yanchen and asked, "Why?"

Lu Yanchen's figure seemed to pause.

Ye Qinghuai increased his voice and asked again: "Why?"

Lu Yanchen lowered his head a little more and said: "Your Majesty, the imperial army has surrendered, Chen's party has been executed, and the great prosperity has been exhausted. Please obey the weather and make an early decision."

"I ask you why? Why is it you? I have been a teacher and student for three years. I treat you well and treat you as a teacher and a father. How can you raise such a flag of rebellion? Sir, how can you feel at ease?

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When she said the words "like a teacher, like a father", she saw Lu Yanchen's body visibly stiffened. His stiffness gave Ye Qinghuai a glimmer of hope, and she thought to herself: It seems that Lu Yanchen has a conscience in his heart.

It has not been lost, and there is still a trace of the old relationship between teachers and students.

She glanced at the memorandum that she had torn in half and asked: "Sir, raise your head and look at me. Can you tell me that in your heart, I am really as demented as you say in your memorandum?

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When the rebels entered the city, she refused to leave because she wanted to ask him this question face to face.

She wanted to know whether this memorandum was what he had in mind, or whether it was just an excuse to raise troops.

Lu Yanchen straightened up and looked up at Ye Qinghuai. His dark eyes were as deep as the eternal night: "If Your Majesty was a wise king, how could you be today? Since ancient times, only the faint kings who have been overthrown have not been overthrown.

The Mingjun."

His words were like a basin of cold water in winter, making Ye Qinghuai suffocate with the cold. She asked again without giving up: "If I say that I have not killed my brother and my father to prove the imperial edict, the incident of Chengtianmen is not my fault."

Sir, can you trust me?"

Lu Yanchen frowned slightly and replied: "Your Majesty, the matter has come to this. What can I do if I believe you or not? Your Majesty, please have mercy on the people and restore peace to the world with a piece of edict."

Ye Qinghuai squeaked lightly.

She had always known that Lu Yanchen was unwilling to tell lies in his life, so when he couldn't nod, he would always avoid talking about it. He said this because he didn't believe her. He really hated it as much as he said in his article

She hates her.

Ye Qinghuai sighed softly. She had always wanted to ask for an answer, and now that she had asked for it, she could be regarded as asking for mercy and getting mercy, and she no longer had any worries.

She picked up the imperial edict that Lu Yanchen had been holding and looked through it. The imperial edict said that her virtue was not worthy of her position, and she was willing to yield to Lu Yanchen, hoping that he would treat all officials and people well.

"If I, as you wish, abdicate in favor of a worthy person and pass the throne to you, what are you going to do with me?"

Lu Yanchen's Gu Shui Wubo's eyes seemed to light up, and he said: "We will create a place for Your Majesty in the palace so that His Majesty can spend the rest of his life here."

"I understand. You not only want the throne, you also want the throne to be justified." Ye Qinghuai nodded, "That's a good idea. If it weren't for my self-incriminating edict, you would have to reorganize the government.

It will probably take a lot of time to eliminate the old ministers and pacify the vassal king."

After saying this, Ye Qinghuai smiled, raised her hand and threw the papyrus edict high, and with a swing of her sword, she chopped the edict into two pieces in the air.

The moment she stood up with her sword in hand, the soldiers behind Lu Yanchen all moved together, facing Ye Qinghuai with their swords and bows and arrows.

As long as Ye Qinghuai was slightly unfavorable to Lu Yanchen, these people would immediately kill her.

"Stop!" Lu Yanchen shouted, stopping the general behind him with his eyes.

The general took a blow from him, immediately sheathed his sword and stood aside. The soldiers behind him also withdrew his movements.

Ye Qinghuai sighed in his heart: What a prohibitive order.

She looked away and seemed to be relieved with some relief. Then she smiled at Lu Yanchen and said, "I can't let you get your wish, otherwise I will be unworthy of the name of the faint king."

"Your Majesty, the sword has no eyes, so don't be impulsive. As long as you abdicate the throne and never step out of the harem, I am willing to use my wealth and life to ensure your stability for the rest of your life." Lu Yanchen looked at the Emperor Sword Dragon in her hand with caution.

Yuan, his voice was a little panicked.

The sword was so heavy that it was difficult to hold it in his hand. Ye Qinghuai didn't know how he had lifted such a heavy sword just now.

"It seems that in Mr.'s script, I not only have to lose my ancestor's power, but also become the enemy's concubine." Ye Qinghuai joked with a half-smile, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Unexpectedly, her joke made Lu Yanchen's expression change drastically. He stared at Ye Qinghuai, with a mixture of worry and joy in his eyes, and an aura of danger ready to strike.

"Lu Yanchen, do you know what I am most afraid of in my life? I am not afraid of life or death, nor do I care about the false reputation written by historians. What I am most afraid of in my life is to be a caged bird."

Ye Qinghuai turned around and walked two steps slowly, with her back to Lu Yanchen. She looked up at the throne and said, "Sir, you once taught me that the world of my ancestors of the Ye family was won on horseback. The children of the Ye family have always only stood on their feet.

He died on his knees, but did not live on his knees. Qinghuai cannot continue the legacy of his ancestors, but he is not willing to plaster the lintel of the Ye family."

Ye Qinghuai suddenly raised her hand, and the Longyuan Sword cut into her neck. She didn't hesitate for a moment, and she pulled the sword cleanly. All her blood was cut off, and a three-foot-high blood mist rose from the blade.

"Qinghua——"

Lu Yanchen's voice sounded behind her, carrying rare fear and anxiety.
To be continued...