Back then, the Female Emperor's methods had not been so complicated. There had been no schemes or plots, only one thing.
Kill!
Kill until heads rolled, kill until seas of blood surged to the heavens.
In the space of a single year, far too many civil and military officials had been executed.
All the rebels had died, and those who remained could only bow and scrape before the Female Emperor, not daring to show any disrespect.
Could it be that the Female Emperor was going to kill again?
Everyone shuddered and lowered their heads in unison, not even daring to glance at the palace gates again.
The Iron-Blooded Chancellor, Zhang Jushan, also limped backward, seemingly persuaded. Yet from time to time, he still looked toward Daming Palace, his sinister gaze revealing a measure of cold malice.
After that, Daming Palace fell silent for a long while again, without a single sound, as though the Female Emperor had fallen asleep.
But this time, no one dared feel dissatisfied. Every one of them trembled, as though treading on thin ice, terrified of catching the Female Emperor's attention.
At last, a slightly trembling, slightly weary voice emerged.
"My beloved ministers, you are all pillars of the Tang Kingdom, loyal and devoted to it. You should understand the gravity of the situation. Now, let each of you propose a solution."
At her command, the civil and military officials exchanged glances, then stepped forward one after another to discuss matters according to the previously established procedure.
The subjects were simple: what had happened recently in the Tang Kingdom's Kyoto, what those events meant, and finally, how they should respond.
"Your Majesty, the smell of blood in Kyoto is growing stronger. Many ministers have discovered numerous wandering souls roaming the capital. These souls are quite powerful,