After hearing my inner thoughts, the ancestors in the Dream of the Red Chamber went berserk.

Both Jia Daihua and Jia Daishan had been on the battlefield, having survived countless battles and been through mountains and seas of corpses; such scenes were nothing to them.

Behind them followed Prime Minister Ji and his grandson. Prime Minister Ji had fought on the battlefield when he was young, but it was his grandson who suddenly tightened his grip on Prime Minister Ji's hand.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a scene. Prime Minister Ji gently patted his grandson's hand, looked up and gave his grandson a reassuring smile.

Everyone in this courtyard deserved to die; they deserved to be torn to pieces. Letting them die like this would be too lenient.

Prime Minister Ji supported his grandson, walking steadily behind Jia Daishan.

Situ Yi frowned at the scene. The smell of blood was too strong, and he hated it, but he felt an unusual sense of pleasure.

Later, the eldest prince felt that these people deserved to die, and he wished he could do it himself!

He had long wanted to go to war; he wanted to become a great general. Now was the best time to train himself. He didn't shy away at all and carefully looked at the corpse in front of him.

The third prince lowered his sleeves to cover his trembling hands, kept a straight face and remained silent, closely following his elder brother's steps.

The Seventh Prince has always been pampered and has never seen anything like this before!

He was startled by the smell of blood, and now seeing the scene before him, if he hadn't still had a shred of reason left, he would have screamed. It was too terrifying!

The courtyard was littered with bodies, some of which were severed from their heads by the guards, their eyes still wide open.

The blood kept flowing, and the path ahead had to be trodden over the blood of these people.

The seventh prince tried hard to restrain himself, daring not to shout out loud. He pinched his hands tightly, avoided looking up, and just kept walking forward.

The ministers were terrified. The military officers were a little better off, but the civil officials had never seen anything like it before. It was truly frightening!

After circling around once, Jia Daihua, observing the expressions of those behind him, suddenly found it amusing. Instead of returning to the hall, he led his men around twice more, with the others following like zombies.

As they continued on this path, some became more and more determined, while others seemed to have lost their souls.

Back inside the hall, starting from the entrance, there were bloody footprints everywhere.

The Emperor sat in his seat, raising an eyebrow and watching everyone's reactions with amusement. After everyone had entered, the Emperor stood up.

"Well? Take a good look! This is the consequence of committing crimes! This is the consequence of betraying me!"

Alright, I'm tired, and I've had enough of the show. Let's call it a night.

"My ministers, remember what I said before, and go back to prepare."

After speaking, the emperor got up and left, and the crowd, like wandering souls, kowtowed and respectfully saw him off.

The emperor took a step and left, and the air became silent again. The ministers, who had been like wandering ghosts, were suddenly brought to life and hurriedly looked up to find a way to survive!

The Prime Minister and the two Dukes, whom many people were eagerly anticipating, would never give them the chance to surround them.

He bowed and left without giving the ministers a chance to speak.

Seeing that the one with the most influence had left, everyone turned their attention to the princes.

Some ministers, disregarding everything else, knelt down and grabbed the princes' legs, begging them to save them.

The eldest prince disdainfully kicked the person aside.

"You wicked and evildoers, where do you have the nerve? Come and beg me!"

"Speak," the eldest prince said, and walked away. The princes behind him dared not linger and quickly followed.