Chapter 136 Don't Get Your Hands Dirty

"The emperor who is high above us can decide life and death with a single word, but he is so vulnerable?" Ji Yucang's voice was cold and ruthless. After saying this, he raised his foot and kicked Yan Yunshuo in the abdomen--

Bang!

The huge force made Yan Yunshuo's body suddenly fly up and hit the high imperial table. After the heavy collision, he fell to the ground in a mess.

Yan Yunshuo exhaled suddenly, and his bones and internal organs seemed to be dislocated. There were waves of black fog in front of his eyes, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Shen Ning stood in the distance, watching silently, with a cold and calm look in her eyes.

It was as if everything happening in front of her had nothing to do with her.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! What on earth do you want to do?"

"Take all these ministers away." Ji Yucang waved his hand, "Count the number of people, confiscate everything that should be confiscated at home, and from today on, the Southern Zhao Dynasty will be changed."

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

The ministers were escorted out, leaving only Yan Yunshuo in the hall, like a stray dog, curled up on the ground in embarrassment and pain.

Ji Yucang waited patiently until he had recovered from the pain that was worse than death, then walked over and squatted in front of him: "Yan Yunshuo, you owe me a life."

Shen Ning looked at him squatting on the ground calmly, and said to Yan Yunshuo so naturally, "You owe me a life." At this moment, it was hard to describe what kind of feeling he felt.

Yan Yunshuo opened his eyes with difficulty, and the voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "I... When did I owe you..."

"You owe me." Ji Yucang grabbed his hair and pressed his head against the hard palace brick floor, "Yan Yunshuo, the moment you and Han Xun planned to kill Princess Zhaohua, you were destined to have a tragic ending today."

Yan Yunshuo was a little slow to hear the whole sentence, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably.

What? What did he say?

Princess Zhaohua?

"Zhao... Zhaohua..." He tried his best to break free from his grip, but Ji Yucang's hand was like an iron clamp, holding him firmly to the ground. Yan Yunshuo's voice kept shaking, "Zhaohua... Zhaohua she..."

"You killed Zhaohua, so Nanzhao is doomed." Ji Yucang's voice was cold and ruthless, revealing a murderous aura, "Yan Yunshuo, you are the cause of Nanzhao's demise, you are the eternal sinner of Nanzhao! After death, you will not be able to see your father, your Yan family's ancestors, they will not forgive you, no one will forgive you."

After saying this, Ji Yucang stood up, his condescending eyes seemed to be looking down at the humble dying ants: "What is the Supreme Emperor? An incompetent and immoral person, even if you are lucky enough to sit on this position, you can't sit firmly, can't protect, and won't live long."

After saying this, he kicked him hard, kicked him out again, and hit him heavily on the imperial table. Another violent collision made Yan Yunshuo scream and fainted.

Shen Ning didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Ji Yucang turned around and walked over, looking at her calmly: "Are you relieved?"

Shen Ning silently handed him a handkerchief: "Don't dirty your hands."

There were corpses everywhere outside the hall, most of the Nanzhao imperial guards were killed or injured, and the civil and military officials would eventually die.

Ji Yucang didn't plan to leave anyone alive.

Princess Zhaohua was killed after marrying Han Xun, and all the civil and military officials in the court were involved. If only one of them thought that Princess Zhaohua should not wash her hands and make soup, but should continue to be a general, continue to lead the army in and out of the court and the barracks, if only one person was willing to acknowledge her contribution to Nanzhao, she would not have died so miserably.

Shen Ning stood beside Ji Yucang, looking indifferently at the palace in front of her, which was like a purgatory on earth. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The commander Chu Yunxiao, who led the troops this time, was leading the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, dragging the corpses aside, intending to deal with them uniformly.

The palace was filled with endless cries, wailing, fearful and uneasy begging for mercy, and some chaotic sounds.

Shen Ning was extremely calm at this time, without the pleasure of revenge. Perhaps after so many days, this situation had been imagined countless times, and there was nothing to be excited about.

Yan Yunshuo's miserable situation was his own fault, but in addition to the country's destruction and the change of dynasties, everything was in ruins and the people had to live their lives, and they had to appease the people of the world as soon as possible, otherwise if Nan Zhao was allowed to fall into chaos, corrupt officials and bullies would take advantage of it and run rampant, and their lives would become more and more miserable.

"After cleaning up here, first ascend the throne as emperor, determine the country's name and emperor's title, and then issue an edict to appease the people." Ji Yucang held her hand, "There are not enough officials, so first select some from the generals to settle the overall situation."