A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

However, their cries for mercy failed to calm Emperor Yuxuan's rage. The ruthless whip was still waving in the air, and no one could escape this tragic fate.

For a moment, the Baixing Palace was filled with ghostly howlings, desperate pleas for mercy, and shrill screams, and blood splattered everywhere.

Emperor Yuxuan stood aside, admiring the tragic scenes with a satisfied look on his face. His cruelty and inhumanity were fully displayed at this moment. These once beautiful women were now struggling in pain under his tyranny, but he was not moved at all.

The screams in Baixing Palace were one after another, as if they would never stop, and Emperor Yuxuan's evil deeds turned this palace into a hell on earth.

In this magnificent palace, the desire for power and cruelty are intertwined, and everyone is walking on thin ice. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger, and the fate of the concubines is like a candle in the wind, which may be swallowed up by this ruthless storm at any time, falling into endless misery and sadness.

One by one, the beauties and handsome men lay powerlessly in the bright red, their delicate bodies contrasting with the shocking blood.

Emperor Yuxuan stood on a high place, looking down at the scene, with a twisted satisfaction and intoxication on his face. He thought the scene was wonderful. Those usually charming women now looked so sad and beautiful in the gorgeous blood color, which gave him a strange pleasure.

"This time, I will only give you a light punishment! If Concubine Wan's fetus is in danger in three days, I will strip you all naked and torture you to death myself!" Emperor Yuxuan shouted wildly, his voice echoing in the empty palace.

He raised his head to look at the sky, licked his lips with his tongue, his eyes full of a hallucinatory and creepy smile, as if he had already pictured the cruel scene in his mind.

When the beauties and the nobles heard these words, they were so frightened that they begged for mercy with their voices filled with despair and helplessness. "Your Majesty, please spare us. We really know we were wrong! We won't do it again!"

The miserable cries were one after another, which made people feel moved. Their beautiful faces were now covered with tears, their makeup was ruined, their hair was scattered on the ground, and their bodies were shaking because of extreme fear.

However, Emperor Yuxuan regarded these pleas for mercy as beautiful songs, which made him feel very comfortable. He walked back and forth in this chaos and wailing at a leisurely pace, with a chilling smile on his face all the time.

He had no sympathy for the pain and fear of these women. Instead, he felt that this was a symbol of his power and proof that he could trample on the lives of others at will.

In his eyes, these concubines were nothing more than playthings in his hands, and their life and death, honor and disgrace were all in his hands. He enjoyed the feeling of being in control of everything and reveled in using cruelty and tyranny to demonstrate his authority.

In this deep palace, Emperor Yuxuan's tyranny and cruelty are like a terrible nightmare, shrouding everyone's heart and making people live in endless fear and despair.

In order to appease Concubine Wan, Emperor Yuxuan even sent a ridiculous pigeon message, ordering that his son Sikong Yan be buried in the imperial mausoleum with the honor of crown prince.

When this decision was announced, all the ministers shook their heads and sighed, one after another saying: "What's the point of being called the crown prince after his death?" But how could this helpless lament change Emperor Yuxuan's wanton decision?

The beauties who were punished were recovering in their own palaces. They were walking on thin ice at this time, full of fear and anxiety. Every minute and every second they prayed that Concubine Wan's pregnancy could be saved, otherwise they would not live for more than three days.

Haofei has not returned yet, and they know very well that no one can protect them at this time, so they can only place all their hopes on Concubine Wan.

In the north, it was a dark and windy night. The sky seemed to be covered by a huge black cloth, without a single star. Heavy snow fell mercilessly, and the cold wind howled, as if it wanted to freeze everything in the world. Because the weather was too cold, the patrol guards around the tent had to be replaced every hour.

At this moment, a figure was moving invisibly among the tents like a ghost. He cleverly slipped through the patrol's empty spot and flew towards Sikong Yan's tent.

Guaguamei, wearing a white fleece vest made by Sizha and a specially made white bird hat, stood motionless on the top of Sikong Yan's tent. His sharp eyes were like a hawk in the dark, and he suddenly spotted the figure that was moving quickly in the tent.

In the silent night sky, the cries of several crows were suddenly heard.

"Quack, quack..." The sound broke the silence of the night and seemed particularly weird in the cold atmosphere.

The Imperial Master was wearing a nightgown that covered his entire face, leaving only two sheep-like eyes exposed.

He stopped and hid in the dark, muttering to himself: "Strange, it's so late at night, and there are still crows crowing? Is this some ominous sign?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

At this time, four people walked out of Sikong Yan's tent. Shui Qinglian and Lu Bu stood at the door, while Han Mingguang and Xiao Sanlang walked to the window and stood there.

The Imperial Master hid in the dark, feeling very angry. "Are these people standing here drinking snow and wind in the middle of the night? Are they sick?" He cursed in his heart. He couldn't get in!

The Imperial Master was originally thinking happily, look at the heavy snow flying all over the sky, it was as if God was crazy and pouring down all the cold air, in this horrible weather, there would definitely be very few people standing guard and patrolling.

Besides, it was just a dead person, why was it necessary to guard so strictly? Who would be so foolish as to stick to their post at a time like this, and not take the opportunity to crawl into the warm bed and enjoy themselves by the charcoal fire?

But he never expected that these people were just stupid and old-fashioned! Instead of going to a warm place, they just liked to go out in the wind and freeze, as if the cold wind could turn them into immortals.

The Imperial Master secretly complained in his heart, but he was unwilling to give up. He frowned, his eyes rolled around, and he kept calculating in his mind.

Now that I'm here, how can I go back in disgrace? That would be so embarrassing! If I miss this good opportunity, I don't know if I'll have another chance next time.

He raised his head and looked at the top of the tent, with a look of determination in his eyes. Yes, it might be a good idea to start from above!

He gritted his teeth and decided to take a chance. He thought to himself, "Humph, I don't believe that my skills are not enough to deal with this small tent."

Then, the masked, black-clad imperial teacher was like a nimble black cat, displaying more than a dozen dazzling light-kung skills.

His body was as fast as the wind, and he shuttled deftly between the gaps between the patrol soldiers, sometimes gliding low like a swallow, and sometimes jumping nimbly like a monkey. In the end, he managed to avoid wave after wave of patrol soldiers without any danger.

Then, like a slippery loach, he quickly went around to the back of Sikong Yan's tent, found a very secluded corner and lay down.