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Mo Ji frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Your Majesty, the only plan now is to appease the people, release the Qingyang Marquis's family from prison, and then proceed slowly."

A look of worry flashed across Cui Jintang's face. She had no objection to releasing the Qingyang Marquis's family, but the Japanese led by Zilu would certainly not let it go.

Seeing that Cui Jintang remained silent, Mo Ji quickly explained, "Your Majesty, it is not advisable to confront the people directly at this time, lest it incite public anger. Let them be released first, and then take them down after you ascend the throne. It will not be too late."

After pondering for a moment, Cui Jintang said, "Very well, I will do as you say. Go to the prison immediately and release the Qingyang Marquis's family. Tell them that this matter was a misunderstanding, and I will definitely investigate the truth and give the people an explanation."

Mo Ji accepted the order and left.

After Mo Ji left, Cui Jintang leaned back on the phoenix chair, her eyes flashing with cold light: "Zi Luo, if it weren't for the fact that you are still somewhat useful, I would not have spared you this time."

Meanwhile, at the palace gate, the people were indignant, holding up signs to petition for the Marquis of Qingyang and shouting slogans.

"Release Marquis Qingyang!" "Severely punish the Japanese pirates!" "Give us justice!"

The scene quickly spiraled out of control, with the guards responsible for maintaining order scrambling to keep up but unable to quell the anger of the people.

Just then, Zilu arrived with a group of Japanese samurai.

A sinister smile played on her lips, her eyes filled with disdain and murderous intent towards these commoners.

"A bunch of ants, how dare they run wild here!"

Zilu screamed and waved her hand. The Japanese samurai beside her instantly drew their gleaming longswords and pounced on the crowd like hungry wolves.

These warriors were agile and ruthless, their blades flashing and blood splattering everywhere.

A young man, still clutching a plaque petitioning for the Marquis of Qingyang, was struck from the side by a Japanese samurai before he could react.

His eyes widened in terror and resentment as he slowly collapsed, his blood staining the ground beneath his feet.

An elderly man with white hair tried to rush forward to stop him, but was kicked to the ground by the Japanese soldier. Immediately afterwards, a flash of cold light appeared, and a sharp longsword pierced straight into his chest.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsed weakly, and his cane rolled to the side.

The women screamed in terror, and the children cried loudly, but the Japanese samurai showed no mercy and continued to hack and slash indiscriminately through the crowd.

They weaved through the panicked fleeing civilians, each swing of their knives accompanied by a scream. Soon, the streets were littered with corpses, and blood flowed through the cracks in the stone slabs, pooling into horrifying pools of blood.

The people fled in all directions, only to find that their escape route had been cut off by the Japanese. In despair, they cried out and struggled, some trying to protect their families with their bodies, but were mercilessly killed.

A woman held her young child tightly, kneeling on the ground and pleading desperately.

Zilu stepped forward and kicked the woman away. The child cried out in terror, while Zilu let out a piercing laugh. She then signaled the warriors to attack, and the mother and child instantly fell into a pool of blood.

In the chaos, a young woman was captured by the Japanese. She struggled desperately, her eyes filled with anger and humiliation.

Zilu stepped forward, grabbed her chin, and said with a sneer, "Resist? This is what happens!"

He then flung his hand away, letting the woman be dragged away by the Japanese. Her pitiful cries echoed through the chaotic streets for a long time.

In a short time, the palace gates had become a living hell. The shouts and screams of the people were intertwined, and the stench of blood filled the air, making people nauseous.

Zilu and her Japanese warriors, however, were like demons crawling out of hell, enjoying the thrill of killing amidst this human tragedy.

The guards responsible for maintaining order were stunned by the sudden bloodshed and were at a loss for what to do, allowing the Japanese to run rampant in the crowd.

Soon, Mo Ji came out of the palace with a group of guards. He was about to tell the people about the release of Qingyang Marquis when he saw the corpses lying on the ground.

Mo Ji stared at the scene before him, which resembled a hellish landscape. His eyes widened instantly, filled with shock and anger, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly with extreme indignation.

He unconsciously gripped his sword, his knuckles turning white from the force, and roared angrily, "Who did this?"

But all that answered him were the cries of the people and the chilling laughter of the Japanese samurai.

At that moment, Mo Ji's gaze fell upon Zi Luo, who was standing in the crowd with a smug look on her face, and he instantly understood everything.

Mo Ji was extremely anxious, but he suppressed his anger, knowing that he could not act impulsively at this moment, otherwise the situation would only get more out of control.

He turned to the stunned guards beside him and shouted, "What are you all standing there for! Go and stop the Japanese! Protect the people!"

At his command, the guards snapped out of their daze, drew their weapons, and rushed toward the Japanese samurai who were committing the crime.

When Zilu saw Mo Ji arrive with his guards, she showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a hint of defiance flashed in her eyes as she shrieked, "Mo Ji, mind your own business! These lowly people dare to resist; they deserve to die!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Ji's eyes widened in anger, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Zi Luo, how dare you! In broad daylight, you dare to indiscriminately kill innocent people at the palace gate! Do you have no respect for the law?!"

Zi Luo scoffed disdainfully, "The law? In this world, strength is the law! You weaklings are not worthy to oppose us!"

"Zi Luo, aren't you afraid the Empress will punish you?"

Mo Ji stopped talking to her and charged at a Japanese samurai who was chasing civilians.

Seeing Mo Ji's menacing approach, the warrior was not afraid and brandished his longsword to meet him.

The two instantly clashed, their swords flashing. Mo Ji's swordplay was fierce, each strike carrying boundless anger and power, while the Japanese samurai was equally formidable, his movements agile and his swordsmanship ruthless.

Seeing this, the other guards were finally awakened by their own fighting spirit. They drew their swords and engaged in fierce combat with the Japanese samurai. For a moment, shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together, echoing throughout the palace gate.

While fighting the Japanese samurai, Mo Ji looked for an opportunity to get close to Zi Luo. He knew that as long as he could subdue Zi Luo, the chaos might be quelled.

After a fierce battle, Mo Ji finally broke through the encirclement of the Japanese samurai and arrived in front of Zi Luo.

Seeing Mo Ji approach, Zi Luo's face showed a hint of panic, but she quickly regained her arrogant expression and said fiercely, "Mo Ji, don't do anything rash! If you dare to touch me, Her Majesty the Empress will not let you off!"

Mo Ji sneered, "How dare you coerce the Empress! You have committed such heinous crimes, today is your day of death!"

Having said that, Mo Ji swung his longsword, aiming straight for Zi Luo's throat. Zi Luo quickly dodged to the side, simultaneously drawing a short knife from her waist and engaging Mo Ji in a desperate struggle.

Mo Ji was filled with guilt towards the people and anger towards Zi Luo. His sword moves became increasingly fierce, and Zi Luo was forced to retreat step by step.

Just as Mo Ji was about to deliver the fatal blow to Zi Luo, Zi Luo suddenly burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

Seeing this, the other Japanese followed suit, and in just a short while, they all disappeared without a trace.