Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Yundu looked at the only standing banner, and her heart became more and more uneasy because of the strong wind. She looked at the pile of bamboo in the yard, which was brought by Ren Baozhi today.

She went inside to get some fire, and with trembling hands she lit the pile of bamboo.

The bamboo joints crackled in the fire, emitting bursts of golden-red sparks.

But the people in the house did not have the slightest New Year atmosphere. Ji Jianxue seemed to be frightened by the sound of firecrackers and could not stop crying.

Yundu looked at the pitch-black night sky and prayed in her heart: Anu, you said during the day that you wanted to try all these New Year's toys. Don't you want to light firecrackers the most? A'niang has lit them for you. Please come back when you hear the sound. If you come back too late, A'niang will have lit all the firecrackers by herself.

Another half hour passed, and two figures appeared outside the yard, one in front and one behind.

Yundu excitedly went to meet him, but when she saw the person coming, she stopped in her tracks.

She asked a question she knew the answer to: "Has the person been found?"

Jiangchun and Yaoxia looked at each other, didn't dare to speak, just shook their heads.

The wind and snow made it even colder, chilling people to the core.

The only flag standing upright in the courtyard finally couldn't withstand the power of the wind and snow, broke from a high place, fell into the fire, and was instantly engulfed by the flames.

That night, no one slept a wink, and the door was left open all night, just to wait for the two children who had not returned yet.

The next day was New Year's Day. Before dawn, the streets and alleys were already crowded with people, and luxurious carriages were coming one after another, all heading towards the palace.

There were also Jinwu Guards riding their horses at full speed, shuttling through the streets. Wherever they passed, pedestrians and vehicles would give way, and the crisp sound of jade bridles could be heard one after another.

The light from countless incense candles illuminates the night sky, complementing the starry sky.

In the Hanyuan Hall of the Daming Palace, today is the annual New Year's Day court meeting.

The emperor wore a crown with twelve tassels and sat in the rising hall of the dragon throne.

All the ministers gathered together to celebrate the New Year.

The banquet began with singing and dancing and the aroma of delicious food.

The palace was bustling with people, but a wilderness outside Chang'an City was silent.

Snow was falling all over the sky, faster and faster, gradually forming a vast expanse of white, as if it were a funeral that mourned both heaven and earth.

White paper money fell on the roof. At this moment, the doors and windows of the wooden house were closed.

There was a wild forest in front of the house, and between two trees near the main entrance of the cabin, a young man was kneeling.

The young man hung his head, his body covered with thick snow, and his wrists were firmly chained between two trees.

Gradually regaining consciousness, the boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and fine snow fell from them.

She had lost all feeling in her body and didn't know whether she was cold or in pain.

An unknown amount of time had passed before the young girl finally slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, and after blinking stiffly, her vision gradually became clear again.

Snow, snow all over the ground, so white.

Ren Baozhi tried to free her wrists from the iron ring, but her limbs were too stiff and she didn't respond at all.

The sound of the swinging iron chains startled the people in the house. Soon, the door was pushed open and two men in short-sleeved shirts and long trousers came out. Ren Baozhi vaguely remembered that they were servants of the Chen Mansion.

The two servants hunched their necks, put their hands in their pockets, and walked up to Ren Baozhi with the power of a bully.

The leader kicked Ren Baozhi in the chest and said, "Hey, you're awake?"

The servant kicked him without any warning, and Ren Baozhi fell straight down in the snow.

The little bit of strength that had just been recovered was completely shattered by this kick.

The other man stepped forward, squatted down, and patted Ren Baozhi's face: "What? Still want to lie down? My husband has ordered that you must kneel until he returns."

The hot breath he exhaled hit Ren Baozhi's face, making her feel like vomiting.

The servant from before sneered, "She's still lying there. She really knows how to enjoy herself. Fortunately, my lord had the foresight to do so. Come, let's show her our specialty."

The squatting man glanced at Ren Baozhi with disdain: "Indeed, this damn weather is freezing cold, so this is a good opportunity to stretch my muscles and warm myself up."

Ren Baozhi was still a little groggy, and she had to concentrate all her attention on listening to what the two people were saying in order to understand what they meant.

The ground was freezing cold, and as Ren Baozhi lay there, she felt as if she could no longer feel her own body.

The door of the hut was opened and made a clanging sound in the wind.

There were two people hanging on the beams inside the house. When they saw Ren Baozhi locked outside with an iron chain, they were also shocked. They kicked their legs in panic and made crazy whimpering sounds in their throats.

Ren Baozhi listened to the voice, and her dilated pupils became a little clearer. She could tell that it was Chen Lanyue's voice. The other person could only be Yunjia.

The servant's voice came: "Are you not getting up yet?"

He held a long whip in his hand, and the sharp sound of it breaking through the air was heard. With a "snap", Chen Lanyue's whimpering became even louder.

Soon, there were two consecutive whips, and the shrill cry of Yunjia overflowed.

Ren Baozhi was filled with hatred. She concentrated all her strength on her elbows, clenched her fingers on the snow on the ground, and tried to support herself and sit up.

But the snow was so cold that it froze the little strength she had managed to muster.

She collapsed again due to exhaustion, her chest heaving violently, the heat in her body rapidly disappearing, but the flame of hatred in her heart burned more and more fiercely.

"Hahaha, look at her like this. They ran away so carefree before, leaving us to suffer punishment in the mansion. Now I will take back all the punishment I suffered before on them!"

"Snapped!"

"Let you escape!"

"Snapped!"

"Are you still going to escape?"

"Snapped!"

"Now you have lost your husband's favor."

"Snapped!"

"It's just a toy for us to abuse."

"Stop hitting me," Ren Baozhi had already knelt in the snow without her noticing. The moment her dry lips opened, they cracked, oozing blood. "I'm kneeling."

Her voice was as thin as a thread, but the servants still heard it clearly.

"Oh, you were so tough when I asked you to kneel just now, but now you have to bow to us?" The servant waved the whip hard again and then stopped.

Perhaps they were tired of beating her, and when they saw Ren Baozhi kneeling obediently, they stopped.

After a while, a man came up to Ren Baozhi with a bowl of medicine, pinched her chin and poured it into her mouth.

The medicine was bitter and stained his clothes brown along his chin.

Before leaving, the man said contemptuously, "Don't you like running? After drinking this medicine, I wonder how you can still struggle."

The effect of the medicine took effect quickly, and Ren Baozhi felt drowsy again like last night.

She thought she might die in the snow.