I swept the harem by pretending to be weak

Following the emperor's order, barrels of kerosene that had been prepared long ago were poured directly onto the magnificent palace. No one knew who had cast the first spark, but a raging fire instantly started. The once favored Concubine Chen was about to be buried in this palace together with the culprit who killed her.

A smug smile appeared on the emperor's face, as if only now had he shed his superficial gentleness and elegance, revealing his brutal and rampant nature.

A terrifying laugh that sounded like relief echoed above the ruined Lianmeng Palace, and several of the imperial guards behind the emperor also showed expressions of panic.

They really didn't understand why the emperor, who was so considerate and affectionate towards Concubine Chen just a few days ago, would make such a ruthless decision the next moment, as if the person in the palace was not the concubine pregnant with his child, but his enemy whom he wanted to kill as soon as possible.

And if Concubine Chen really had some unspeakable problems that needed to be dealt with, then why not just send a few palace maids, a white silk, and a cup of poisoned wine to send her away? Why did they have to make such a big fuss and summon the Imperial Guards, as if they wanted everyone in the capital to know about it?

Even if Concubine Chen was really at fault, if such a thing were to spread, it would be a huge blow to the reputation of the royal family.

The Emperor seemed to have gone completely mad.

Many people present thought so.

But after looking at their colleagues around them, everyone felt relieved again. Even if the emperor wanted to silence them, it would be impossible for him to silence so many people at once. Their lives should still be safe.

Maybe the emperor really hated Concubine Chen.

But soon they found that they were too naive.

At some point, it got dark, and the fire turned an ominous green. Commander Wang Jin looked around and found that the situation was getting more and more weird. He quickly stepped forward, tugged at the emperor's sleeve, and whispered, "Your Majesty!"

The smile on the emperor's face disappeared, and he stared at the strange scene in front of him expressionlessly, as if someone had hit him hard on the head with a stick.

He has always been an emperor, always an emperor, but at this time the identity of an emperor did not bring him any benefits, but instead brought him deeper suffering.

Unable to live, unable to die, is probably the best description of him now.

But he was unwilling to give in. He didn't want to bow to anyone.

"It's okay, don't be nervous."

He also noticed the fear of the soldiers behind him, and casually said a word of comfort to them, and then never glanced at the Royal Guards behind him again.

In this strange atmosphere that seemed like entering the underworld, a sad song suddenly came from the burning palace. Many soldiers of the Imperial Guard had extremely painful expressions on their faces, and some of them with weak willpower even rolled on the ground, holding their heads and wailing wildly.

The emperor was obviously affected to some extent. His whites of eyes were bloodshot, making him look even more hideous and terrifying. However, he did not do anything particularly inappropriate. His back was always straight, like a supreme emperor, or more like a prisoner who was about to be tried but refused to bow his head.

A slender and graceful figure slowly walked out of the burning palace. Even though there was a scorching flame next to her, she seemed not to be affected at all.

Chen Fei's belly, which used to be so high that it almost burst through the skin, has now become flat. Her originally delicate and beautiful appearance now looks even more divine and superior.

She sang and danced, seemingly very slowly, but in just a few blinks of an eye she had walked in front of the emperor.

Wang Jin suppressed his discomfort, suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist, and slashed fiercely at the woman in front of him, who was not sure whether she was a human, a ghost, a demon or a monster.

Unfortunately, before his knife could reach the woman, the invisible attack had already torn him into pieces. The flying blood and unknown human tissue splashed all over the emperor's face, making the scene even more chaotic.

The Imperial Guards were undoubtedly the most powerful army in the country and the core of the capital. Each of them had received very rigorous training and had truly experienced many battles, and were by no means just for show.

However, their so-called battles before were basically fights with ordinary people like them. In this case, no matter how well-equipped the enemy was or how high their morale was, they had the courage to rush forward and fight to the death.

In this kind of battle, they believed that they would not be weaker than any other army.

But even though there was only one enemy in front of them, they couldn't help but retreat, like mice seeing a cat, with no will to fight at all.

They retreated, but the enemy didn't seem to want to let them go.

One after another, they fell down like rice being harvested. The soldiers in the back row didn't even know what happened in the front before they lost their lives inexplicably.

The woman who looked like Concubine Chen finally came in front of the emperor. She hugged the emperor's neck as if she were her lover, stood on tiptoes, gently moved her face closer, and said in a sweet voice:

"Your Majesty, I want to give you a son."

At this moment, the emperor suddenly hugged the woman in front of him with such force that people could not help but wonder if he wanted to merge this woman's bones and blood into his own body. At the same time, he shouted two words in a hoarse voice: "Zi Jin!"

A huge white fox shadow leaped out from behind him and bit the neck of the woman who looked like Chen Fei.

The emperor took advantage of this opportunity, threw the woman in his arms aside, and ran away. He didn't care about the bodies of the loyal guards lying on the ground, and stepped over them directly.

The plan failed. The strength between the enemy and us was too different. The truly terrifying things cannot be defeated by numbers alone.

But the emperor was not willing to accept his fate. He wanted to escape and then use his identity and status to gather the forces of resistance again.

But just when he was only one step away from stepping out of Lianmeng Palace, a pair of soft, boneless hands gently embraced his waist.

"Your Majesty, why are you in such a hurry? We still have a lot of time, let's live happily."

He slowly turned his head and saw that his nominal favorite concubine had half of her neck torn off, with her neck bone exposed. However, when he looked at her, she still instinctively put on a charming posture.