The Day of His Accession, Master

For hundreds of years, no emperor had ever reigned for less time than Her Majesty the Empress.

No, that wasn't right. The Empress hadn't even completed her enthronement ceremony and could not yet be considered the true empress of the barbarians. She had fallen in an instant beneath everyone's gaze.

She was also the only emperor ever killed in front of the Hall of the Son of Heaven.

Of course, her own elder brother had also died in prison—the late emperor.

The siblings had reached the same end by different roads: one's blood had stained the prison, the other's, the golden hall.

Of course, only Wang Xian and Sa Tongtian knew that the barbarian emperor had been poisoned to death in the prison by the woman before them.

Her Majesty the Empress had her head cut off during the grand enthronement ceremony.

This bloody scene fell like a silent thunderclap, leaving everyone struck dumb where they stood.

Murong Wan'er's face was utterly bloodless, as pale as snow.

Staring at the Empress, shattered across the ground, she hadn't even spoken before reaching out to pull Hu Keke along.

Boom!

The Empress, shattered across the ground before her, suddenly burst into flames, as if divine fire had surged forth in an instant. Even the dragon throne beneath her went up in flames.

Qin Yanyu, standing on the plaza, finally came to her senses and lowered the spirit sword in her hand.

She stepped forward, heading toward the Hall of the Son of Heaven.

As she went, she called out to Sa Tongtian, "There's no better day than today! I ask the High Priest to preside over His Majesty's enthronement ceremony!"

At her words, almost everyone came to their senses in an instant.

That was right. The Empress was dead.

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