His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

Thus, the Xuanyuan Kingdom was completely destroyed. A deafening cheer erupted instantly in the Golden Palace, a sound like a surging tsunami, seemingly about to shatter the clouds and reach the heavens.

Tianxuan Kingdom has won! General Anyuan and General Piaoji exchanged a smile, their smiles filled with the joy and pride of victory, like the warm spring sun melting the ice of winter.

Then, they began to systematically arrange for the soldiers to clean up the palace and tidy up the mess, as if they were clearing away the gloom for the newborn world.

Hua Lingxiao stood aside, his gaze fixed on the lifeless Emperor Xuanyuan, a complex mix of regret, emotion, and relief in his eyes.

He couldn't help but sigh softly, thinking to himself, "This is all his own doing, he deserves to die, so who else can he blame?"

As the ancient proverb says, "Heaven's calamities may be avoided, but self-inflicted calamities cannot be escaped."

Qin Qianluo also smiled, her smile as bright and radiant as spring flowers in bloom, her heart filled with a sense of exhilaration.

Now that the Xuanyuan Kingdom had been destroyed, she could finally go home. She seemed to see her mother, father, brother, and sister waving to her.

Thinking this, she felt her steps become incredibly light, as if a spring breeze was blowing through her heart, dispelling all the gloom and weariness.

She stepped forward gracefully, retrieved the double-edged scimitar she had just thrown, and took out a delicately embroidered handkerchief from her bosom, gently wiping the bloodstains from the blade.

The movement was gentle and meticulous, and then the scimitar was neatly put back into its sheath with a "whoosh," as if announcing the temporary end of a legend, showing a heroic and dashing figure.

Qin Qianluo raised her head slightly, her eyes firm and calm. Her piercing gaze slowly swept across the faces of the generals, her eyes seemingly conveying a certain determination, yet also silently soothing their emotions.

She pursed her lips slightly, then raised the corners of her mouth to form a faint smile. This smile softened her cold and stern face, as if it could dispel the gloom around her.

Immediately afterwards, she led a group of female soldiers into the palace, a place with carved beams and painted rafters, yet also exuding a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Since the harem is mostly populated by women, bringing male soldiers would likely cause many inconveniences.

Upon entering the palace, one sees a woman dressed in magnificent empress attire, standing quietly in the center of the hall like a statue frozen in time.

She stood upright, her hands elegantly folded in front of her abdomen, her wide sleeves cascading down like flowing clouds and water, her slightly trembling fingertips betraying her inner tension and unease.

Behind her stood a group of concubines, each with their own distinct style and beauty.

They were either whispering to each other, their eyes filled with fear and unease; or they had their heads down and their bodies shrank slightly, as if trying to hide themselves.

Qin Qianluo's gaze fell on Empress Xuanyuan, her steps involuntarily faltering, a hint of surprise and pity flashing in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, slowly looked around, and felt a pang of pity as she looked at the women with their varied faces, all of whom seemed fragile.

Some of the women were thin, and their frail figures appeared even more delicate in their loose robes, as if a gentle breeze could blow them over.

Some women were as pale as paper, their bloodless lips trembling slightly, and their empty eyes seemed to have been ripped out of their souls.

At this moment, their gazes all turned to Qin Qianluo, and in their eyes, there was a faint glimmer of hope.

Qin Qianlu was speechless for a moment, as if something was choking her throat. After a moment of silence, she gently raised her hand, signaling the female soldiers beside her to carefully search the palace for opium and the remaining guards.

She moved with light, graceful steps, each one steady and slow, as if she were measuring the rise and fall of the palace.

She walked straight into the hall, stopping only a few feet from Empress Xuanyuan. She tilted her head slightly, looking directly at Empress Xuanyuan, who sat in the center.

With a firm and composed gaze, she carefully examined the other person's eyes until she was certain that she did not detect the slightest malice in them, before clearing her throat lightly.

The voice was clear and loud, proclaiming, "The wicked emperor, whose crimes were beyond measure, has been slain by my General Tianxuan and perished in the Golden Palace!"

The Xuanyuan Kingdom has also been completely destroyed. If any of you wish to leave, you are free to do so without worrying about anyone hindering you.

After saying that, she slightly puffed out her chest and let her hands hang naturally at her sides, her posture exuding confidence and ease.

Upon hearing this, the concubines' previously tense lips curled up slightly, and some even couldn't help but cover their mouths, their eyes sparkling with surprise and disbelief.

They began to tremble slightly, some clasping their hands tightly to their chests as if in silent prayer. Others gently stroked their faces, as if confirming that this was not a dream.

It is unknown which concubine was the first to be unable to hold back and began to sob softly. The sound was initially as faint as a mosquito's buzz, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

In an instant, the sounds of sobbing and weeping filled the entire hall, creating a mournful symphony.

Some women squatted down, hugged their knees, buried their heads in their arms, and their bodies trembled violently with sobs. Others huddled together, their tears soaking each other's clothes.

Empress Xuanyuan did not join the others in weeping. Instead, she gazed intently at the woman before her, her head slightly tilted, her eyes filled with contemplation.

Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was trying to find the right words. After a moment, she gently bit her lower lip, hesitating slightly.

Then she parted her lips slightly and asked, "This... young general, we are all weak and helpless women. The Xuanyuan Kingdom has been destroyed. How will we make a living in the future?"

After saying that, she leaned forward slightly, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and unease.

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo was slightly taken aback, then blinked subconsciously. Instantly, the harsh and numerous restrictions and constraints imposed on women by the Xuanyuan Kingdom in the past flashed through her mind.

However, she quickly regained her composure, and a warm smile returned to her face, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze that could melt ice and snow.

She waved her hand gently and patiently explained, "Your Majesty need not worry too much. Tianxuan Kingdom is completely different from Xuanyuan Kingdom."

In Tianxuan, there are no many cumbersome formalities or unreasonable restrictions on women.

You are all free to choose your lifestyle according to your true preferences and aspirations, without needing to worry about it.

As she spoke, she slightly shook her arm to emphasize her words.

Upon hearing this, Empress Xuanyuan was stunned. Her eyes widened slightly, her mouth opened slightly, and her face was full of astonishment.

The women who were crying stopped sobbing, looked up, and their eyes were filled with disbelief and surprise.

Some of them had their mouths slightly open, as if they wanted to say something, but were speechless for a moment; others gently touched their chests, as if trying to calm their inner excitement.

Empress Xuanyuan finally revealed a relieved smile. She gently lifted her skirt and walked forward gracefully, each step light and elegant, as if flowers were blooming beneath her feet.

She approached Qin Qianluo, slightly curtsied, and gracefully bowed, saying, "Now that the Xuanyuan Kingdom has been destroyed, the young general may call me Murong Yan from now on."

"My sisters and I would like to earnestly request that we serve the young general wholeheartedly from now on, even if we can only be servants by his side, bringing him tea and water, we will have no complaints. What do you think, young general?"

Her voice was soft and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley.

Qin Qianluo was startled by Murong Yan's sudden words. She subconsciously leaned back, her eyes widened instantly, and her face was full of surprise.

She took several steps back, her steps slightly flustered. After carefully listening to what was said, she couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused. She shook her head slightly, a helpless smile on her face.

The once high and mighty Empress, who ruled the world, and her incomparably noble concubines, are now forced to condescend to be her servants. Murong Yan truly has some courage and audacity.

She carefully examined Murong Yan's appearance, her gaze slowly moving from her forehead to her eyebrows, then to her sparkling eyes, and finally down her straight nose to her slightly upturned lips.

She saw that Murong Yan's eyebrows were like distant mountains, slightly curved, like a faint ink mark, and her eyes were like stars, bright and deep, as if they held endless stories.

Despite the vicissitudes of life, her noble bearing remains undiminished. Her demeanor is graceful and elegant in every gesture. As she walks, she is as delicate as a willow swaying in the breeze, yet exudes a resilient strength.

Standing upright, his posture was like a pine tree, dignified and composed. He then cast his gaze upon the crowd behind him, lost in thought.

These women, having grown up among nobles, must have been well-read and exceptionally intelligent.

If I truly retain these people, their wisdom and talent will surely be of great help to me in many matters in the future.

After weighing the pros and cons, Qin Qianluo stepped forward, reached out her hands, and gently helped Murong Yan up.

With a sweet smile on her face, she said, "Your Majesty... you really don't need to be so modest. If you all wish to follow me, then come along."

If anyone has other plans and does not wish to follow, they may leave on their own. Her movements were gentle and kind, and her eyes were full of goodwill.

When Murong Yan saw that Qin Qianluo had agreed, tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something to express her gratitude, but her emotions choked her.

She and her sisters in the harem had been wandering in the abyss of despair in the Xuanyuan Kingdom for a long time, thinking that only death awaited them.

If the people who came today were those rough and uncouth men, based on her past experiences and understanding of men, she would never have dared to make such a request.

She and her sisters had already silently prepared themselves for death, but they never expected that their fate would take such a sudden turn.

The woman who led the way was young but had an extraordinary presence, which gave her the courage to speak.

Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's response, the concubines all whispered among themselves, exchanging complex glances.

Some nodded slightly, their eyes filled with joy, while others gently bit their lips, seemingly still hesitant.

Although a sense of unease and fear still lingered deep within them, their gazes returned to the stunningly beautiful and exceptionally elegant Qin Qianluo.

They seemed to feel an invisible comforting power emanating from her, a power like the warm spring sun, slowly dispelling the gloom and unease in their hearts.

How bad could it be? This young general didn't seem like the kind of tyrannical and heartless person he was, and he was also a woman like them.

They share a similar sensitivity and empathy; following this person would likely lead to a smooth and peaceful life.

As everyone pondered this, a strange sense of longing and anticipation for the future arose within them.

Some of them smiled slightly, their smiles still tinged with bitterness, yet they already saw a glimmer of hope. Others sighed softly, as if bidding farewell to past hardships.