After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 735: The Four Aristocratic Families Proclaim Vassal, Identity Revealed (2)

“Regicide?” He chuckled softly, his tone cool, “You’re not, and you’re not worthy.”

“Clang!”

The next moment, the Dragon Sparrow Sword was unsheathed, cutting through the air straight towards the dragon throne.

The old emperor screamed and collapsed to the ground.

The blade directly severed his crown, scattering his hair all over the floor.

In ancient times, the body and hair were regarded as sacred, so having one’s hair cut off was a blatant insult.

Si Fuqing felt no sympathy or pity for the old emperor; she raised an eyebrow with interest.

She definitely came at the right time, it was quite intense for the opening scene?

The old emperor was too frightened to speak, trembling uncontrollably.

Even the guards outside who came to rescue didn’t dare to enter.

“I’m here.” The white-robed emperor turned around, hands behind his back, “For those who dare to cause trouble, rebel against the state, and disrupt the order—”

“Shall be executed.”

The Dragon Sparrow Sword trembled for a moment, then swiftly rose again, causing another scene of bloodshed.

Outside the hall, footsteps approached.

The remaining guards were also slain, and the trusted aides of Emperor Yun had arrived.

Only four people entered, kneeling before the white-robed emperor.

“I, JAING Haiping, pay respects to Your Majesty.”

“I, JI Chunyuan, pay respects to Your Majesty.”

“I, Mo Yanfeng, pay respects to Your Majesty.”

“I, Feng Yibai, pay respects to Your Majesty!”

Si Fuqing’s heart shook.

The Four Aristocratic Families!

Even at this time, they were still the JIANG, JI, Mo, and Feng families.

Si Fuqing looked at JIANG Haiping, who was nearly forty years old, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

She recalled the records in the history books.

In the Xia calendar year 675, JIANG Haiping died defending the country, sacrificing himself for Great Xia.

In the same year, JIANG Xuanjin, the eldest son of the JAING family, succeeded the position of Marshal and, with his brothers, went to Northern State to guard the borders.

In just seven years, all the male descendants of the JIANG family died in battle.

The nine sons of the JIANG family went, but none returned.

In the Xia calendar year 687, three years after the death of Emperor Yin, when foreign tribes invaded Northern State, JAING Zhaoyue, the lone daughter of the JIANG family, carried on the will of her father and brothers, donning armor, and fought against the barbarians, also dying on the battlefield.

Thus, the bloodline of the JIANG family was severed. The entire JIANG family was loyal and valiant.

Originally, they should have been one of the Four Aristocratic Families, but the JIANG family was no more.

Si Fuqing stared fixedly at JIANG Haiping, momentarily unable to connect him with the Grand Marshal in the history books.

JIANG Haiping seemed to sense something and glanced in her direction.

But he saw nothing and withdrew his gaze, looking somewhat puzzled.

His gaze returned to the old emperor, full of coldness.

The old emperor was incompetent, preoccupied with his own pleasure, while the vassals had long harbored rebellious intentions.

The five states were in turmoil, yet the imperial palace indulged in revelry, while the people suffered.

Fortunately, a wise emperor emerged. He was willing to serve the new emperor and protect the foundation of Great Xia for generations to come.

He had no regrets.

At this moment, everyone in the palace belonged to Emperor Yin, and the old emperor was completely powerless to resist, instantly detained.

With the matter resolved, the white-robed emperor spoke, “You may withdraw.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The four rose and walked out of the hall.

“I felt like someone was staring at me just now.” JIANG Haiping hesitated for a moment, “Check around, there shouldn’t be anything unusual, right?”

JI Chunyuan glanced around and shook his head, “His Majesty has the Purple Star Luck, the unique destiny of an emperor. Where would there be wandering spirits daring to approach His Majesty?”

JIANG Haiping thought so too; he nodded and then noticed the scroll in Mo Yanfeng’s hand, “What’s this?”

Mo Yanfeng smiled, “It’s the blueprint of the Mechanism City. I intend to build an impregnable fortress to protect Yong’an. It will be equipped with over a thousand types of mechanisms and hidden weapons. Once it’s completed, I’ll destroy the blueprint. Even the descendants of my Mo family won’t be able to solve it.”

“Brother Mo is indeed a genius.” JIANG Haiping laughed heartily, “But rest assured, with the JIANG family here, no one dares to encroach upon Great Xia!”

The four of them chatted and laughed, quickly leaving the hall.

Inside the hall, it fell silent.

Si Fuqing suddenly realized that all the famous figures she saw would eventually die.

Each page lightly turned in the history books recounted their magnificent lives.

“You’ve come.” On the golden dragon throne, the white-robed emperor extended his hand, his voice gentle, “Look, it’s been a year since we last met, and there have been many changes.”

In this year, he had killed more people and imprisoned many.

Including his own brothers.

Now, even his biological father had become his prisoner.

In times of great strife, born into the royal family, losing means losing one’s life.

He couldn’t afford to lose, even if he was cursed as a traitor who killed his father and usurped the throne, he had to firmly secure this imperial throne.

Si Fuqing took a few steps closer and saw that he had accumulated many wounds on his body.

It was easy to imagine how he had spent this past year.

Growth always comes at the cost of death.