Film and Television Daqing: Starting with the Heaven-Covering Technique and the Devouring Demon Art

As the empress, how should she face all of this?

However, the facts were undeniable, and the Queen could no longer escape reality.

Her eyes were filled with despair and anger as she glared at Li Chengtian and hissed:

"Li Chengtian, how dare you kill my son! You deserve to die!"

"Utterly despicable! Utterly despicable!"

Her voice roared like a wild beast, echoing throughout the entire palace.

Her hair was disheveled, and her expression was crazed, like a madwoman who had lost her mind.

At this moment, a trusted palace maid anxiously advised:

"Your Majesty, please calm down. This is not the time to vent your emotions. We must escape the palace as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, the King of Qin would never have let us go."

The Empress gave a cold laugh, her eyes revealing deep despair, and said:

"Run away? Where can we run to?"

She glanced around, a wry smile appearing on her face, and continued:

"I suspect that the entire palace has been taken over by Li Chengtian, and we may not even be able to escape from Kunning Palace."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Qiankun led an army clad in red armor into Kunning Palace.

When the Empress saw Zheng Qiankun, she knew in her heart that he must be someone sent by Li Chengtian to eliminate him completely.

She took a deep breath, her mind gradually calming down. She slowly stood up, straightened her disheveled clothes, and said in a detached tone:

"I never expected that Minister Zheng of the Ministry of War would betray His Majesty."

His Majesty trusts you so much, entrusting you with the most elite Red Armor Army!

After hearing this, Zheng Qiankun said indifferently:

"Your Majesty, a wise person knows when to yield."

His Highness the Crown Prince just said he misses the Empress, so he asked me to take her to see him.

Chapter 58 The End of Xuanwu: Fan Xian and the Shadow's Horror

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Qiankun walked directly in front of the Empress and gently struck her on the top of the head.

The empress died instantly.

Zheng Qiankun glanced at the dead palace and said to the Red Armor Army behind him, "Kill them all, leave no one alive."

At this moment, Kunning Palace was in chaos, with shouts and sounds of fighting rising and falling.

The Red Armor Army soldiers, armed with sharp weapons, launched a merciless attack on the guards and palace maids.

They were ruthless and their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Although the guards of Kunning Palace fought bravely, they gradually found themselves at a disadvantage against the well-trained Red Armor Army.

The palace maids fled in terror, their screams echoing throughout the palace.

Zheng Qiankun stood quietly to the side, coldly watching everything unfold before him.

As time went on, the massacre within the palace gradually came to an end.

The Red Armor Army has killed all the guards and palace maids; the palace is littered with corpses and blood.

Zheng Qiankun gave the order again:

Leave some people behind and clean things up.

Zheng Qiankun glanced at Kunning Palace once more, then turned and left.

Apart from the Princess's Guangxin Palace, the entire imperial palace was controlled by the Kyoto garrison led by Ye Zhong.

This sudden change caused panic in the palace, especially among Emperor Qing's concubines.

However, there was one exception: Ning Cairen.

This former warrior now sits alone in the center of the palace, weapon in hand, his sharp gaze fixed on the gate, as if ready to welcome any invasion.

It should be noted that before entering the palace, Consort Ning had experienced countless life-or-death battles and killed numerous enemies.

Despite having been in the palace for many years, the murderous intent hidden deep in his heart has never dissipated.

At this moment, these murderous intentions began to stir again, giving off a chilling aura.

If anyone dares to forcibly enter her palace, they will likely experience firsthand her past methods of killing.

However, what is puzzling is that Ye Zhong's Kyoto garrison only sealed off Ning Cairen's palace and did not take any further action.

"Could it be that the palace has truly suffered a great calamity today?" Consort Ning murmured softly after sitting alone for a long time.

He even wondered if one of the princes had launched a coup.

After all, it was not the Imperial Guards who were taking over the palace at this moment, but the Kyoto Garrison Division.

This reveals the key point.

On the other hand, Consort Yi was slightly inferior to Consort Ning.

She felt a little panicked, and holding the now thirteen-year-old fourth prince, she hid in a corner of the palace, trembling.

They were terrified that the soldiers outside would rush in and kill them, mother and child.

Fortunately, in the end, the garrison simply stood guard at the gate.

Consort Yi breathed a slight sigh of relief upon seeing this.

But the most composed one was none other than the Third Prince's mother, Consort Shu.

She kept her eyes fixed on the ancient book in her hands, her expression unchanged by the situation outside the gate. Her focus was so intense that it seemed as if all her attention was drawn to the book.

Compared to the commotion outside, Consort Shu preferred reading.

Kyoto was placed under lockdown, and the Imperial Palace underwent a major upheaval.

A sense of oppression permeated the entire city of Kyoto, an atmosphere that made the city's residents feel deeply uneasy.

As the sun sets, its afterglow falls on the glazed tiles of the palace, casting a golden glow.

The palace gates, which had been closed for a long time, slowly opened, as if unveiling a mysterious veil.

Three figures emerged from behind the door—Chen Pingping, Lin Xiang, and Fan Jian.

Chen Pingping's steps were light and agile. He no longer sat in a wheelchair, but instead stood firmly on the ground with his feet, following closely beside Lin Xiang and Fan Jian.

The three walked and chatted, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Outside the palace gates, an army of five thousand black-clad knights stood in neat rows, their eyes resolute and their presence imposing.

When they saw Chen Pingping's steady steps, they were startled, but no one dared to ask questions or make any noise.

They chose to bury this astonishing discovery deep in their hearts, as if nothing had happened.

Chen Pingping walked up to a tall, black horse, bowed slightly, and greeted Lin Xiang and Fan Jian, saying:

"Then I'll head back to the Control Yuan first. I'll take my leave now."

Lin Xiang and Fan Jian quickly returned the greeting.

Chen Pingping nodded, then nimbly flipped onto the horse's back and sat steadily on it.

Let's go back to the Overwatch Council!

Chen Pingping solemnly uttered these words, his voice revealing a sense of determination and confidence.

He raised his whip and lashed it hard across the horse's rump.

With a neigh, the horse beneath him galloped off, followed closely by the black-clad riders, who escorted Chen Pingping back to the Supervisory Council.

After Chen Pingping left, Fan Jian and Lin exchanged a glance and then got into their own carriages and headed towards their own residences.

Control Yuan.

Shadow sat upright on the stone steps at the entrance of the Overwatch Council, which was already filled with its various directors and other subordinates.

Although they were unable to enter the palace to offer advice and help the emperor, everyone was very concerned about the situation inside the palace.

As long as there is no accurate information, everyone's hearts are constantly in suspense.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from outside the courtyard, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chen Pingping led a team of black-clad riders to the entrance of the Supervisory Council.

As soon as his mount stopped, he leaped off and landed steadily on the ground.

His movements were swift and efficient, leaving everyone in awe.

Chen Pingping strode up to the shadow, her eyes sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at him.

His imposing aura seemed to penetrate everything.

"Dean, your legs and cultivation level..."

Zhu Ge's voice trembled like a candle flame in the wind, stammering and incoherent, as if he didn't know what to say.

Everyone else looked shocked, even a little frightened. Some even thought they were hallucinating and couldn't help but slap the person next to them.