Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Deep within the palace, the once magnificent bathing pool is now filled with the heavy stench of blood and despair. It's not just the sound of rippling water, but also the piercing pleas of women and the indifferent footsteps of eunuchs.

"Your Majesty... spare... spare my life... ah..."

The sound, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, was desolate and powerless, yet it echoed in the empty palace, piercing the hearts of everyone who still had a conscience.

Standing in the center of the bathtub, Lü Jun showed no pity or sympathy on his face. His eyes were cold and cruel, with a glint of excitement in them.

"Useless trash, you'll die in an instant. Next one."

A cold light flashed in Lü Jun's eyes. He seemed not to hear the women's pleas, nor to see the despair in their eyes. His eyes were filled only with endless desire and rage. He wanted to devour all these women to quell the fire in his heart.

Zheng Qian actually intends to attack the palace tonight! How dare he disregard the Emperor's majesty? How dare he?

The eunuchs, though filled with fear, dared not show it. They were specially trained, cold-blooded animals, expressionless as they entered the bath and, like machines, carried away the women's corpses. The next woman was then pushed in, equally expressionless.

Hundreds of beautiful young women lay naked, their eyes filled with fear and despair, but within this palace, their fate was already sealed.

You're either being played or being played to death.

During the reign of the late emperor, Lü Jun practiced martial arts diligently in order to win the emperor's favor. He had reached the mid-stage of the Blood Refining Realm and possessed a strength of nine thousand jin. An ordinary woman would be crushed to death in a single impact from his full-force charge.

However, this immense power did not make him more merciful; instead, it made him even more cruel and ruthless.

Lu Jun reveled in the feeling of controlling life and death, enjoying the sight of these women trembling and pleading beneath him. He was the master of this world, able to decide the life and death of others at will.

"Do you think I am a benevolent ruler? You are wrong! I am the ruler of the world, your master! Your life and death are all in my hands!" Lü Jun's voice echoed through the palace like thunder, making everyone who heard it tremble with fear.

It's already past midnight; Zheng Qian will probably attack the palace soon.

Death! I will make you all die!

The 100,000-strong guard has vanished, leaving Yan City defenseless, but the palace's defenses remain intact.

Fifty thousand imperial guards stood ready, armed and guarding the various checkpoints of the palace according to orders from their superiors. They were prepared to crush any enemy that appeared.

The most elite warriors in the entire Wuyan Kingdom were all concentrated into the Imperial Guard.

Every year, the Imperial Guard selects soldiers from all over the country. Only the most outstanding warriors are qualified to join the Imperial Guard. They are cavalrymen on horseback, assault soldiers with swords, archers with bows, and shield bearers with shields. They are all-around warriors, the kings of soldiers.

In the darkness, countless Shadow Guards were also deployed, waiting for Zheng Qian and Lü Jin's group to enter the palace so they could kill them in one fell swoop.

Tonight, everyone except ordinary officials and commoners knows that a fierce battle for the throne is brewing in the darkness.

Lü Jin wants to attack the palace, and Lü Jun wants to kill Lü Jin as well. The fate of life and death, and the ownership of power, will be decided tonight.

At the north gate of the imperial palace, Qin Yong led 20,000 Changwu soldiers, hidden in the darkness, staring at the tightly closed north gate.

"Commander, news from the Shadow Guards indicates that 20,000 Imperial Guards and 3,000 Shadow Guards are lying in ambush inside the North Gate. They are led by Deputy Commander Zhou Tan, a peak Blood Refining Realm expert. Can we break through?"

He Yanqiang had a bitter face. The most powerful person in their group was Qin Yong, who was at the peak of the Bone Refining Realm, while he was only at the late stage of the Bone Refining Realm. Whether it was soldiers or generals, their combat strength was far inferior to that of the Imperial Guards.

The equipment difference was even greater. Only the generals of the Changwu Army had armor, while the Imperial Guards were all fully armored and carried steel swords. The Changwu Army couldn't even come close to the Imperial Guards.

"Old He, don't boost their morale and diminish our own. Our weapons are beyond their imagination. Don't worry, we'll win easily."

“Chairman Zhang, when the fighting starts, you will be with our battalion. As long as I, He Yanqiang, have a breath left, I will not let the Imperial Guards harm a single hair on your head.”

Zhang Tiezhu patted his chest and said, "Old He, I, Zhang Tiezhu, am not the kind of person who is afraid of death. I'll be the first to charge in later, and you guys just follow me. We'll split the credit equally."

"Don't worry, I've already figured out the escape route. You'll come with me to work as blacksmiths, and I'll pay you high wages." Jin Jindao, with a full beard, had already devised an escape plan.

They placed all their hopes on Zheng Qian for tonight's operation.

Relying on their 20,000 Changwu troops to fight against 50,000 Imperial Guards is like throwing a stone against a rock.

"When it comes to money, who among you has more than me? I'll get you a few director positions, all of you come and work for me. Neither the head镖师 nor I will treat you unfairly." Zhang Tiezhu was very confident. With the establishment of the Shengshi Huazhang Chamber of Commerce, he was counting money until his hands were sore.

The premise is that tonight's operation succeeds.

"Proceed according to plan, we won't lose." Qin Yong's tone was firm; he didn't say we'd win, but he hoped we wouldn't lose.

At the south gate of Yan City, Zheng Qian, disguised as Zhang Zhi, led 20,000 Po Yue Dragon Cavalry into the city in a grand procession.

"Have all the soldiers guarding the city assemble and come with me to the center of the city to enter the palace and protect the Emperor."

Hua Yihong was startled and hurriedly advised, "Marshal, we cannot leave the south gate undefended. What if Zheng Qian launches a surprise attack and enters the city without lifting a finger?"

Haha, Zheng Qian laughed inwardly. Hua Yihong, you really underestimate me! Why would I need to launch a surprise attack? I'm right here in front of you, giving you orders.

Zheng Qian was secretly pleased, but he kept a straight face and said coldly, "What's the point? Then you be the marshal and I'll be the commander-in-chief, and I'll follow your orders, okay?"

"Marshal, please calm down. This subordinate will make the arrangements immediately." Hua Yihong hurriedly bowed and apologized. To put it mildly, he had been disrespecting his superior; to put it more seriously, he had disobeyed military orders. If Zhang Zhi was going to make things difficult for him, he would have nowhere to turn.

The Grand Marshal of the State can ignore even his son Zhang Xinghai, and his daughter is the wife of the Prime Minister. If he were to make things difficult for Hua Yihong, the Hua family would be powerless to stop him.

Five thousand soldiers who were guarding the city assembled. There were no soldiers left on the city walls. They followed twenty thousand Poyue Dragon Cavalry towards the city center.

In the city center, the 20,000 Poyue Dragon Cavalry, Zhang Zhi's mobile support force, hurriedly greeted him upon seeing his arrival.

"Everyone assemble and follow me into the palace to protect the Emperor." Zheng Qian didn't waste any more words and led everyone toward the palace.

Upon arriving outside the palace, Zheng Qian convened a meeting at an inn with all personnel of deputy commander rank and above, totaling seven people.

Looking around, Zheng Qian realized something terrible: apart from Hua Yihong, he didn't recognize any of these people.

These people are all high-ranking officials and nobles, representing various forces. They possess many core secrets and are not easily fooled.

It was 2 a.m., and there were only five minutes left in the total time allotted for the operation. Zheng Qian didn't have much time left; he had to find a reason to kill the Imperial Guards, otherwise they might discover that he, the Grand Marshal of the Nation, was an imposter.