The fireworks in the east grew thicker and thicker, and under the sound of the artillery fire, the explosions seemed insignificant. How many people had lost their lives that night, and how many had lost everything they wanted the most...
Defeat was a foregone conclusion.
The cries of the men, women, and children of the Ouyang family did not stop that night. The tightly shut doors of the Ouyang family, the guards who held guns as a final struggle, could only surrender in the face of the large army that had suddenly appeared from the Ouyang family.
In the hundred years since the founding of the country, the aristocratic family that had rampaged across China for a thousand years had finally collapsed that night. Ouyang Tian sat in his bedroom, not moving an inch. His defeat was so soul-stirring and brilliant that it did not go against his decades of planning.
However, this thousand-year-old aristocratic family was finally going to be destroyed in his hands.
