"Hmph, you rebels, I'll be waiting for you underground!"
"You'll meet the same end!"
Before the Empress died, facing the sword, she showed no fear. Instead, she deliberately dragged it hard across her own neck, displaying her fierce resolve.
The Palace Maids and Eunuchs behind her also made no cries of pain as they were killed.
The four men could only shake their heads repeatedly at the sight.
They were not cruel people. As long as those servants had been willing to beg for mercy and admit their mistakes, they could have lived—and lived quite well.
At the very least, no one would watch their every tiny mistake every day, then beat them with boards, force them to kneel, or leave them freezing and hungry...
Thus, the Emperor died, and the Empress sought death.
The mighty Great Qing Dynasty, just as it was rising like the newborn sun, came crashing down.
It should originally have lingered on for more than two hundred years.
But now, the four of them had ended that lingering struggle ahead of time.
Yes, in the eyes of the four, every Feudal Society had been lingering on its last breath from the moment it was established.
Just like someone destined to die.
It possessed countless irreconcilable contradictions: rule by family, resistance from the people, and an instinctive suppression of technology, which prevented it from using technological power to resolve the conflict between population and land.
"How do we prevent this from happening?" Number Three asked curiously.
Number One did not answer, while Number Two could not be bothered to answer.
Wen Sheng, however, was rather interested in explaining. "Naturally, by using the ultimate weapon of Wireless Radio to establish a public radio network."
"Let people understand one thing in their hearts: the world belongs to everyone