From the Valkyrie to the Endless

The woman's face changed slightly. She was pregnant with the emperor's heir and the eldest son. It was a foregone conclusion that she would ascend to the throne of empress in the future.

Seeing the Taoist's tightly closed eyes, the woman swallowed her saliva and asked with a little hope: "Your Majesty, are you planning to move the capital?"

Today's imperial capital is indeed no longer worthy of its name, with only large areas of rubble and broken bricks remaining.

"You don't have to call me the Imperial Master anymore."

Master Yun Ming slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were calm:

"From today on... there will be no Daxia."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 90: Daxia is destroyed, overseas visitors

The heavy rain gradually stopped.

The imperial guards poured into the palace like a tide, and looked at the emperor's head hanging high above the imperial palace in silence.

The same thought suddenly occurred to all the detectives and soldiers:

The emperor is dead, and there is no blood left in the Yang family. Who can be the common ruler of this world now?

A figure walked slowly up to the steps of the palace, wearing a bright red official robe embroidered with auspicious cranes and beautiful mountains and rivers.

"Prime Minister Liu."

The imperial guards in front of the palace, including a group of detectives, all bowed and saluted.

The emperor has passed away, and the person with the most say in the court is undoubtedly Liu Kunnan.

Liu Kunnan climbed up and took down Yang Zongxi's head. After wrapping it in yellow silk cloth, he turned around and looked at the soldiers, and said in a deep voice:

"I have received a report of the battle. The rebels from the Northern Territory have reached the border of Xuanzhou. They will arrive at Yuanzhou in a few days and lay siege to the city."

This remark caused a commotion. There had always been a rebel force entrenched in the Northern Territory. This had been no secret in Da Xia in recent years, but the sudden news that Xuanzhou had fallen was still too shocking.

"Yuanzhou is flat and has no strategic location to defend. The rebels are powerful and will soon be at the gates of the city. Now that the emperor has died and there is no heir to inherit the throne, the Great Xia has been passed down for 3,468 years. It can be said that the dragon vein has been completely cut off. Now that the royal family has no heir, you can run east and west, hide your identities, and find a way to survive."

Liu Kunnan spoke each word slowly, looking at the people below the stairs, and suddenly changed the subject:

"That being said, we are still the subjects of Daxia after all. We receive salaries from the imperial court and enjoy the emperor's grace for generations! I, Liu Kunnan, am willing to defend the imperial capital to the death and coexist with Daxia until the last moment. Those who are willing to follow me in defending the city, please step forward!"

tread--

Most of the imperial guards and detectives took a step forward without any hesitation. Only a few hesitated, retreated a distance, and then left quietly.

Not everyone has the courage to die with a dynasty that is about to collapse.

Looking at the imperial guards and detectives who remained behind, Liu Kunnan's eyes were complicated.

These people are undoubtedly the die-hard fans of Daxia. The sense of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism has been deeply rooted in their bones. Even if the emperor they serve is a devil, they are still willing to be knives. This is integrity.

And now he wants to drag these people to the underworld together, so as to leave less trouble for the future of this world.

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Xuanzhou border.

Jade entrance.

A beam of light fell from the sky and sank into the city wall.

wow-

There was a slight sound from the window frame, and Zhao Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, suddenly opened his eyes.

Seeing Shen Qing covered in blood, his expression suddenly changed: "Why is he so badly injured?"

"It's nothing serious."

Shen Qing's face was slightly pale. The deepest sword scar on her body had almost injured her internal organs. Even if she took elixirs to heal her wound, it would take several months for her to recover.

At this time, Shen Qing couldn't help but feel the convenience of the sundial, but at the same time, she also felt its disadvantages for the first time.

The sundial can restore her body to its original state, but the transformation and growth that occurred in the battle will also disappear, which is not a good thing for cultivation.

Zhao Yu obviously didn't believe it and still looked worried. He made way for Shen Qing and let her get on the couch.

Shen Qing casually untied the belt around his waist, took out a few jade bottles from his spirit ring, and said casually, "Help me apply the medicine."

Because of the tight time, only a simple bandage could be given. The bandages on his body had already been stained red with blood. Recovering from the injury was undoubtedly a new thing for Shen Qing.

His clothes were all torn off, and his jade-like smooth body was covered with hideous sword marks, which were still oozing blood.

Zhao Yu had lived in a mass grave since he was a child, and had seen countless mutilated corpses. But at this moment, he felt a little flustered and his hands were shaking for no reason. He could only find some topics to divert his attention:

"The emperor is dead?"

"Dead." Shen Qing replied casually while lying on the couch.

"It would be better if I died."

Zhao Yu steadied his hand and began to apply medicine. The longest sword mark was nearly three feet long, extending from the waist and abdomen to the buttocks and legs. Due to the flow of the internal energy, the flesh and blood were faintly wriggling.

The powder was sprinkled into the wound, and as if because of the pain, the slender back slightly arched, outlining an alluring curve.

Perhaps because so much blood had been shed, the skin around the wound was shockingly white and inexplicably dazzling.

Zhao Yu felt a little numb in his head. He applied the medicine in a daze. He watched Shen Qing put on his clothes and asked in a slightly dry voice:

"Do you want to rest for a while?"

Even with elixirs, it would take at least a month to fully recover from these injuries. It would obviously not be appropriate to take action now.

"No problem."

Shen Qing shook his head: "The specific date of sending troops will be reported back from Prime Minister Liu."

After taking Yuanzhou, only Lingzhou and Fengzhou would be left, where all kinds of people mixed together, and there were a large number of spies and informants of the overseas remnants.

Shen Qing did not intend to target them too much in this regard. She did not want to extend her hands overseas. If these people stayed in one place honestly, she would not ask too many questions. But if they dared to have ulterior motives and took advantage of this great change to stir up trouble, she would not mind taking over overseas as well to prevent future troubles.

In fact, Shen Qing is more inclined to directly catch all the monsters and demons overseas in one fell swoop, because these people are unstable factors after all.

In this world, strength is ultimately what matters. In a few years, when she leaves this era, Zhao Yu may not be able to suppress these evil spirits.

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The next morning.

A letter was delivered to Shen Qing by carrier pigeon, from Liu Kunnan.

[I have buried your father's body forty miles south of the imperial capital. Now, Daxia's elite and loyal soldiers have all gathered in the imperial city, intending to fight a decisive battle. The people in the city have been dismissed. As Daxia's prime minister, I eat your food and share your worries. I am willing to die with Daxia. It is difficult for me to bear the reputation of betraying my master for fame and fortune in the writings of historians. I hope you can fulfill your wish.]

After reading the letter, Shen Qing's eyes moved slightly, and the letter paper in his hand burned to ashes.

Liu Kunnan was determined to die. Compared to the infamy of selling out his master for fame and fortune, a prime minister who died for his country will be remembered forever.

"What does the letter say?"

Zhao Yu sat up straight. At this point, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

The throne was now only a hand's distance away from her.

"We will start the march tomorrow and send troops to the Imperial City."

Shen Qing gently stroked his arm, rubbed the sword wound that had begun to itch, and said in a deep voice:

"I will not interfere in this battle."

There was only so much she could do.

"it is good."

Hearing this, Zhao Yu nodded repeatedly. In her opinion, this couldn't be better.

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"kill--"

The thundering sound of war drums resounded across the plains, and hundreds of thousands of troops surrounded the entire imperial capital like a tide.

The indestructible city walls had already been broken down after several battles, leaving them defenseless. The defenders in the city could only resist with their flesh and blood.

The dust raised by the horses' hooves mixed with the smell of blood was extremely choking. The charging soldiers had turned into wild beasts, relying on the swords and siege weapons in their hands to fight each other. The number of corpses continued to soar and piled up under the city wall.

In the army formation, there were martial arts masters who had reached the level of Grandmaster or even Grandmaster, coming and going freely, treading on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, fighting one-on-one, sweeping away thousands of soldiers with their spears, and their swords saw through armor as thin paper, all of them had gone crazy with killing.

However, with the support of the Qianzhou martial arts sects, Zhao Yu naturally has the advantage in terms of the number of masters.

Now the balance of war has begun to tilt towards Zhao Yu.

This siege lasted a whole day and night, from the city gate to the palace. Not a single soldier defending the city surrendered, and their bodies were all found lying in the streets.

Not until the battle subsided did Shen Qing bring Zhao Yu into the imperial capital. The pungent smell of blood on the battlefield, mixed with the wails of the wounded, made people restless.

Just after passing the city wall, Shen Qing saw a blood-stained official robe among a pile of corpses, and immediately pulled the reins of his horse.

Noticing Shen Qing's gaze, several masters who were following him immediately jumped off their horses and dug out the corpse covered in a blood-red official robe. It was Liu Kunnan.

There were more than ten feather arrows stuck on the corpse.

"It's the Prime Minister of Daxia, Liu Kunnan..." Zuo Jun spoke in a deep voice, with an unconcealable sadness in his eyes.

"A rich burial."

Shen Qing said this calmly and rode his horse into the city.

The long street leading to the palace had been cleaned up, and apart from some blood stains, no corpses were seen.

Going straight into the palace, the Golden Palace was still in ruins.

Shen Qing got off the horse, followed Zhao Yu half a body length behind, and stepped into the hall.

Under the collapsed Panlong Pillar, the dragon throne was covered in dust.

On the pale gold dragon throne, there was a brocade box wrapped in yellow silk cloth. Shen Qing knew what was inside without having to open it.