The moment the blade cut through the neck, the fear of death completely drowned the old emperor.
He opened his mouth as wide as he could to shout.
In the end, he could only make a sound like a broken bellow.
He looked at Xiao Juan with pleading eyes.
Xiao Juan increased his strength expressionlessly, and the blade dug into his flesh.
Blood flowed out continuously.
The old emperor's body twitched uncontrollably. A moment later, he was completely dead.
He stared at Xiao Juan with wide eyes. The remaining bedsheets had already been soaked in blood and turned bright red.
Xiao Juan wiped the blood off the dagger and put it back into his sleeve. Then, he picked up the candlestick on the table and casually threw it on the bed.
The candlelight ignited the bed curtain, and the fire spread.
In just a moment, the old emperor was engulfed by flames.
