Looking Down on the Sirius Empire?

The imperial eunuch spoke with a trace of resentment and anger on his face. Even a servant like him could feel the excessive behavior and humiliation from those three esteemed guests.

Tuoba Hong tightly clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms and his knuckles turning white as if he wanted to crush the bones in his hands.

After a long while, he slowly loosened his grip and took a deep breath. His voice carried a calm that was suppressed to the extreme, like the stillness before a storm:

"Fine... Agree to them, agree to all of them. No matter what demands they make, satisfy them."

He paused, glancing at the trembling and weeping women on the ground. A cold, chilling light flashed through his gaze, and he lowered his voice even further, carrying a heart-pounding ruthlessness:

"As for those women... Dispose of them. Leave no trace."

The eunuch shuddered, feeling as though he had fallen into an icy cellar. He hurriedly bowed in assent, not daring to ask any more questions.

The complexions of those women turned instantly pale, draining of all color. They knew what "dispose of them" meant and what kind of tragic fate awaited them.

They had dedicated everything to the empire—their youth, their bodies, and their dignity—only to trade it for such an ending in the end.

Yet they dared not cry, make a fuss, or even muster the courage to beg. They could only lower their heads in despair, acting like walking corpses as they were silently led away.

Tuoba Hong stood before the grand hall, watching the backs of their departing figures with a blank expression and cold eyes. As the crown prince of the Sirius Empire, being decisive in killing and ruthless was his basic competence.

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