At this moment, Luan Yu understood everything. Her heart turned cold. At last, she knew what her sister and all those other powerful figures had been doing.
At the same time, she understood why undercurrents had been surging through Mingdu in secret these past days, yet the one in the palace had made no move. He had been kept in the dark all along.
"Teacher, was this your intention as well?"
Luan Yu looked toward the sky, her expression bitter. She did not believe that her teacher could have been unaware of something this significant. Clearly, her teacher shared the same thoughts as her sister.
Luan Yu closed her eyes painfully. She knew that His Majesty the Emperor, beloved by the people and an advocate of peaceful coexistence with the Original Douluo Three Kingdoms, had been abandoned—abandoned by everyone.
At a time like this, His Majesty the Emperor's reputation among the people was utterly useless. So what if the people loved him? This was a world where the strong devoured the weak, where strength reigned supreme. Only those who held power had the right to speak.
And His Majesty the Emperor's past actions had happened to run counter to those who held power. His fate had long been sealed.
In the darkness of night, the sounds of slaughter within the palace rang without end. Yet strangely, a thin transparent barrier blocked all sound. Even the noble district, separated from the palace by only a single wall, heard nothing at all.
When the first ray of morning sunlight shone upon Mingdu, the current emperor's younger brother, the empire's War Prince, suddenly led troops into Mingdu and took control of all military authority.
Immediately afterward, news that shook the entire Sun Moon Empire spread: His Majesty the Emperor of the Sun Moon