There are too many ruthless, domineering women who are considered "losers"!

Lu Chang'an felt somewhat uneasy when he went to court in the morning.

He saw exclamation marks above the heads of many people.

As the second day arrived.

From palace maids and eunuchs to imperial guards and high-ranking officials, the entire court was under their jurisdiction.

There are more and more exclamation marks.

Lu Chang'an looked around and saw a vast expanse of scarlet.

It was extremely frightening.

Because they are all going to die...

Even if Lu Chang'an was stupid, he would know that their deaths must have been caused by the demons' arrival in the city.

The pain of being a prophet is known only to the prophet himself.

So many exclamation marks can only mean one ending.

More than half of the people in the city were killed or injured.

But strangely enough, the empress's head was not marked with a bright question mark.

Lu Chang'an had already made a preliminary deduction regarding this question mark.

It's probably because the level of affection is too low.

Because Gu Wushuang also had the same question mark hanging above her head.

When it comes to their similarities, Lu Chang'an can only find one.

They wanted to kill themselves.

Therefore, it is tentatively set as a level of favorability.

...

The next day, a military parade was held on the city wall.

The Empress Dowager was in front, and Lu Chang'an was behind.

He looked at the mighty and shouting troops, covered with countless exclamation marks, and felt a chill run down his spine.

These are not ordinary soldiers, but elite warriors skilled in martial arts, guarding the forbidden area.

Any one of them could easily defeat themselves.

In this world, within the military ranks, there is a way of combining attacks using formations, known as the art of array formation. When facing masters with supernatural powers, those who can condense their military spirit and demonic body can still put up a fight.

If you want to defeat a thousand troops with a single sword strike and contend with an army of 100,000, you need to be strong enough.

Otherwise, even a Nascent Soul Realm expert would have to consider whether he would be worn down and killed when facing a commander-in-chief with 100,000 troops.

Even they could not escape death.

After returning to the palace, Lu Chang'an felt immense pressure.

Sometimes he thinks about it.

This is a mess.

Why must I be the one to interfere? And why should I interfere?

Lu Chang'an felt powerless and powerless, and could only watch helplessly as so many lives were lost in vain.

But if you wake up and see a sea of ​​crimson in front of you, you'll eventually drive yourself crazy.

Standing beneath a pavilion, Lu Chang'an watched the fish swim to and fro beneath the frozen lake, completely unaware of the impending disaster. He asked in a daze, "Miss Wushuang, if one day you were burdened with the weight of many lives on your shoulders, would you still be able to sleep soundly?"

Gu Wushuang, having taken the place of a palace maid, stood beside Lu Chang'an and said calmly, "Why can't I sleep?"

"How can you sleep through this?" Lu Chang'an asked in surprise.

Gu Wushuang replied expressionlessly, "I have a clear conscience about every life I have taken. So why can't I sleep?"

Lu Chang'an carefully pondered its deeper meaning.

"I have a clear conscience..."

The thought of having to stay by this young emperor's side for a long time made Gu Wushuang unable to help but threaten him fiercely, "I can't sleep if you're alive."

She will eventually overcome this inner demon.

Lu Chang'an had become accustomed to her threatening to beat and kill him at the drop of a hat.

He smiled slightly at Gu Wushuang and clasped his fist in his palm: "I understand. I will do my best. Thank you for your clarification, Miss Wushuang."

Gu Wushuang frowned slightly, indicating that she did not understand.

What did she do?

...

Within the palace, snowflakes fluttered, and the black eaves were covered in a vast expanse of white.

As Lu Chang'an passed by a large courtyard in the palace, he saw a group of people kneeling in the snow, their hands on their knees, like rows of ice sculptures, their bodies covered in snow.

It was freezing cold, more than ten degrees below zero, and he was kneeling in the snow wearing only a thin shirt.

The exclamation marks above people's heads are thicker than blood.

However, they did not die from the calamity of demons, but from this icy and snowy land.

Lu Chang'an discovered that many people had lost their body temperature and had completely turned into ice sculptures.

This means he is dead.

Even martial arts cultivators need to eat, drink dew, and absorb the vital energy of heaven and earth in order to have the strength to resist the severe cold.

But there are still a few individuals who still have a breath left.

There was a woman with long legs, a slender waist, a high ponytail, and cold, sharp eyes in the second row of the third row, and she was still breathing faintly.

Lu Chang'an glanced at the Imperial Guards stationed there and asked:

"What crime did they commit?"

When the imperial guards on duty saw the emperor's carriage, they reported: "They are officers of the third battalion of the Fengxi Army. Because they abandoned their posts, they attracted assassins into the palace. The Empress Dowager has punished them by making them kneel here for three days and three nights, and they are not allowed to eat anything."

Lu Chang'an frowned upon hearing about such a cruel form of punishment.

Unexpectedly, there was a follow-up to what happened the day before yesterday.

It is unknown what agreement was reached between Rakshasa Demon Ancestor and Golden Sun Dharma King on that day.

The wicked empress did not investigate what happened that day, and few people in the palace mentioned it.

However, someone always has to take the blame for what happened that day.

These must be the poor people.

On the other hand, it was the Empress Dowager herself who let the assassin in.

This assassination was also related to him. Seeing them punished and killed, Lu Chang'an couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

This wicked empress not only wanted to kill herself, but also caused the deaths of so many people.

Seeing the soldiers struggling and covered in snow, Lu Chang'an couldn't bear it in the end.

Lu Chang'an glanced at Gu Wushuang beside him and instructed, "Azi, give her some food."

Upon hearing this, the imperial guards on duty quickly tried to dissuade him, saying, "Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager has given an order..."

Lu Chang'an interrupted, "If you don't tell, and I don't tell, who will know?"

The guards on duty looked troubled and hesitant.

When Lu Chang'an saw these guards and personal soldiers, all of whom were completely devoted to the Empress Dowager, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He coldly rebuked, "What? You are the imperial guards, my right-hand men! You're going to tell the Empress Dowager if I just feed my men a little something?"

"Since that's the case, then go ahead and sue. At most, I'll just get a scolding, but you'll probably get your head chopped off."

"Here you go!"

The imperial guards on duty, seeing that even the mighty emperor was acting like a rogue, had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Turn a blind eye.

Even though Gu Wushuang was extremely unwilling, she had no choice but to obey Lu Chang'an's orders, since her master had given her instructions.

He took some meat, wine, and leftover porridge from the car and fed them to the soldiers in the snow.

The woman with the high ponytail was fed some hot water and porridge. Her complexion became slightly rosy, and she regained consciousness.

Actually, they mainly lack water, not that they are starving.

A person can die within a few days without water.

When the soldiers in the snow regained consciousness and looked up, they only saw a yellow dragon umbrella.

The imperial guards on duty immediately warned, "It is His Majesty's mercy that prevents you from suffering. If this matter is leaked, the Empress Dowager will surely order your execution. You'd better not utter a single word!"

Upon hearing this, the woman with the high ponytail fell into deep thought.

Then, he bowed slightly to the frame of the bicycle.

Seeing her movement, the imperial guards on duty drew their swords and rushed forward, shouting, "Chen Zhihu, what are you doing! You are no longer the deputy commander of the army, do not be so insolent!"

"I know."

Chen Zhihu licked his dry lips, closed his eyes again, and resumed his previous posture, enduring this cruel torture.

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