Emperor Zhao Zhe trembled with fear inside the Imperial Palace. His Majesty had never imagined such brutality from Diwu Qingrou; he was ruthlessly executing subjects… His Majesty was a man who had grown up in a pampered and protected environment. Therefore, he had never even envisioned such a bloody massacre in his entire life!
Diwu Qingrou's conduct didn't reflect the slightest bit of mercy.
He didn't seem to care about the imperial clan's dignity. He didn't seem to care about the loss of tens of thousands of lives either.
Neither did he care about the lives of the hundreds of civil servants and the military officers. Anyone falling into his hands could only be described in one word – dead!
The imperial concubines had been crammed together in one corner; their beautiful faces were alarmingly pale and devoid of all traces of blood. Their bodies trembled like a bunch of dead leaves falling in the wind.
