The prince stepped on me to get to the top, I angrily flirted with the enemy's hostage

Su Rou's figure was completely submerged in the thick shadows inside the palace gate.

The blood-soaked palace gate square behind him was isolated by the heavy vermilion lacquer gate, and along with the lingering murderous aura, it was locked in another world.

Inside the door is another hell.

The long corridor was barely illuminated by the swaying wind-killing lanterns, and the dim light cast twisted and swaying shadows on the towering and cold palace walls on both sides.

The air was as thick as solidified plasma, weighing heavily on people's mouths and noses. Su Rou didn't like the palace. It was a prison for every woman in the harem.

It was also a bait to lure the noble ladies in the capital to come in one after another.

It looks bright and beautiful from the outside, but when you walk inside the corridor, you just feel a sense of oppression.

The corpses were scattered on both sides of the corridor, wearing the armor of the imperial guards or the clothes of palace maids, and their causes of death varied.

Some were pierced by sharp blades.

Some had shattered skulls.

Some were even torn beyond recognition by some enormous force.

Broken weapons and shattered armor pieces were scattered all over the ground.

I guess the third brother has already brought people in.

but……

People?

Su Rou's footsteps stepped on the sticky pool of blood, making a slight but heart-pounding "puff" sound.

The edges of her plain brocade shoes were quickly dyed dark brown.

At the end of the corridor, there is an open square in front of the temple.

This was once the place where the Southern Emperor held the greatest power, but now it has become a Shura slaughterhouse.

The number of corpses far exceeded the corridor, stacked layer upon layer, almost covering every inch of the white marble floor tiles.

Broken limbs and broken internal organs were everywhere, and thick blood plasma gathered into a stream, flowing slowly along the cracks in the stone steps.

In the center of the square, a group of black-armored warriors stood silently like the harvested servants of the god of death.

Their black armor was splattered with dark red blood spots, and the weapons in their hands were still dripping with sticky liquid.

The strong evil spirit almost condensed into substance, making the remaining lights in the square appear a little dim.

The leader was a tall and straight man, wearing a dark suit and a light chain mail armor.

He had his back to the entrance of the corridor, his head slightly lowered, as if examining the pile of corpses at his feet.

Hearing Su Rou's footsteps that were almost swallowed by the silence, he slowly turned around.

Su Chi stood there, and this time, Su Rou hardly used any strength to strangle him.

Su Rou walked a few steps in front of him and stopped.

"Third brother." Su Rou's voice was still calm, without any disturbance.

Su Chi's eyes swept over her quickly, confirming that she had no obvious injuries. Only then did the corners of his tightly pursed lips relax slightly.

He nodded slightly, his voice low and hoarse, with a strong smell of blood and a hint of imperceptible irritation, "Here it comes."

He paused, his eyes sweeping across the empty corridor behind her, his brows slightly furrowed. "Did someone stop you just now?"

Su Rou said calmly, "I tried to stop it, but I failed."

Su Chi snorted with an ambiguous meaning, carrying a hint of understanding and contempt.

He raised the long knife in his hand, which was still dripping with blood, and pointed the tip of the knife casually at the towering Golden Throne Hall at the end of the square, which symbolized the supreme power of the Southern Kingdom.

The palace door was wide open, and it was pitch black inside, like the open throat of a giant beast.

"It's clean inside."

Su Chi's voice was icy. "Eunuchs, palace maids, guards... not a single one was left breathing."

Su Rou also looked towards the dark palace door, her eyes were deep and showed no emotion.

She did not rush in, but waited quietly for Su Chi's next words.

If it was just cleaned up, Third Brother would never look like this now.

Sure enough, Su Chi's brows furrowed even tighter, and for the first time, clear anger appeared in his cold eyes.

"The emperor you are looking for is not here..."