It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 538: The Great Jin Dynasty was Destroyed

June 11, the fifth year of Yongjia.

General Hu Yanyan attacked Luoyang City before Liu Yao and others arrived, captured Pingchang Gate, and burned Dongyang and Xuanyang Gates as well as various prefectures and temples.

Sima Chi hurriedly organized the Luoyang defenders to resist, but they could not hold out for long. Hu Yanyan retreated from Dongyang Gate due to insufficient supplies. When he saw the large ship that Sima Chi intended to use to escape on the Luoshui River outside the city gate, he ordered his men to set fire to the ship.

Of course, before that, they robbed the ship of all its treasures and killed all the soldiers, eunuchs and palace maids on board. For a time, the Luo River was dyed red with blood, and corpses floated up and down on the Luo River, and finally flowed along the river to a lake farther away.

After Liu Yao, Wang Mi and others arrived, they and Huyan Yan attacked Luoyang City again and captured Xuanyang Gate. Wang Mi and Huyan Yan broke into the Taiji Hall of the Nangong Palace and let their soldiers loot, taking away all the palace ladies and treasures in the Jin Palace. Liu Yao killed more than 30,000 officials and clan members, as crazy as Shura.

Yang Xianrong did not see such a tragic scene. She was taken by Liu Cong to a tent outside Luoyang City to wait for the end of the war. Of course, he did not make things difficult for her and asked Zhang Heng and 76 other people to accompany her.

It was not until three days later that she met Sima Jing and her elder brother Yang Xianyong. Fortunately, no one in Tianyuan Palace was hurt, but they were all frightened. Sima Jing was so scared that she kept hiding in Luzhu's arms and crying, and even didn't believe that Yang Xianrong was right in front of her.

Yang Xianyong's eyes were red as he looked at Yang Xianrong, who was unharmed, but he said nothing.

This was Liu Cong's tent. Liu Cong was not here, but had gone into the Luoyang Palace to count his achievements. Liu Yao stood outside the tent holding a rolled blade, but did not come in.

Yang Xianrong looked at her elder brother, not knowing what else to say. Yanniang cried and hugged her, asking, "Are you hurt, girl?"

Because of her crying, others started to sob quietly and then burst into tears.

Yang Xianrong just sat there and looked at them, pursing her lips tightly. She didn't know what else to say? Because the Great Jin Dynasty was destroyed, the cities were captured, Sima Chi was arrested, and all the officials of the Great Jin Dynasty died. If it weren't for Yang Xianrong, everyone in Tianyuan Palace might not have survived.

However, they are the people of the Jin Dynasty, and Yang Xianyong was once the vanguard general of the Jin Dynasty. Now that the country has been destroyed, they are standing in the enemy camp and enjoying the best treatment. So, what are they? Is it treason? Surrender? Or are they the sinners of the Jin Dynasty?
All kinds of complicated emotions surged up. Not only Yang Xianyong remained silent, but even guards such as Yuan Jianshuo, He Jiunian and Cao Tong remained silent. They clenched their fists and looked at Liu Yao at the door and the Hun soldiers around him whose bodies were stained with countless bright red blood.

The atmosphere was very weird. After all, the two sides were hostile and Dajin was the defeated party... Everyone could understand it, but they couldn't shake hands and make peace at this moment.

Yan Niang was crying, which caused Lu Zhu and Sima Jing to cry as well.

Mao Hongmao stood aside with a gloomy look on his face. Old Zhang saw Liu Yao and opened his mouth, but in the end no words came out.

"No one is injured, right?" Yang Xianrong finally spoke with a hoarse voice, "Brother, come over and eat something first. I don't think there's much to eat these days, right?"

Yang Xianyong did not move, and neither did anyone else.

Yang Xianrong had no choice but to say to Sima Jing: "Jing'er, come here. Mother will give you some dried meat to eat first."

Sima Jing stared at Yang Xianrong with wide eyes, but refused to go over, because she saw that Yang Xianrong was wearing a Xiongnu coat, just like the ones worn by the soldiers who attacked Luoyang in the past three days.

"Are we captives or just passing through now?" Yang Xianyong asked, questioning Yang Xianrong, "Why are you sitting here? Do you know whose tent this is?"

"I know." Yang Xianrong was able to face the current situation calmly, but the bloodshot in her eyes also revealed her anxiety and fear these days. "Brother, are you blaming me?" "I dare not." Yang Xianyong was obviously very angry, "Who are you to the Han Kingdom now?"

"Maybe, he is just a prisoner." Yang Xianrong said with a wry smile.

"That's really not the same at all." Yang Xianyong glanced at Liu Yao who was standing outside the big tent, "Do you know what he did? He killed all the officials of the Jin Dynasty. His hands are covered with the blood of the officials of the Jin Dynasty!"

"So what? Don't these officials want me dead?" Yang Xianrong asked, "Brother, don't you remember? When the late emperor was buried, didn't these officials agree that I should die? Did anyone stand up to stop them?"

"Don't confuse the concepts. We are talking about two different things." Yang Xianyong questioned what she said, "We are talking about the affairs of Dajin now."

"The people of Dajin want me dead." Yang Xianrong smiled softly, "I understand how you feel, because I did think so before. I am a citizen of Dajin, how can I be with the people of the Han Kingdom? But, the people of Dajin want me dead, what should I do?"

Yang Xianyong was silent again, because he knew that these were indeed the facts. However, this was a hurdle in his heart, at least he couldn't get over it now.

"They killed the Embroidered Robe Envoy." Mao Hongmao added in a low voice, "The city of Luoyang was also a river of blood."

"So what?" Yang Xianrong asked, "What if we don't kill them? Will they open the city gates?"

"They are killing people!" Mao Hongmao growled.

"What about Sima Lun back then? What about Sima Yue? And Sima Ying... Which one of them didn't break into Luoyang and try to seize the throne? Which one of them didn't kill fewer people?"

Everyone fell silent again because this was also the truth.

They had all witnessed with their own eyes how chaotic Luoyang had been during the past ten years.

Members of the Sima family appeared one after another like a revolving lantern, and they all stepped on the corpses of countless people.

"Girl, I don't understand the big principles. As long as we are safe, that's fine." Yan Niang came to smooth things over. She stretched out her hand towards Sima Jing and said, "Jing'er, come here and hug your mother. Didn't you always say that you miss your mother and want to hug her all the time?"

Sima Jing still didn't move, with big tears in her eyes.

Yang Xianrong looked at the faces of each of them, some were panicked after surviving a catastrophe, some were frightened of having their country destroyed, and there were many uncertainties about the future. She also looked at Liu Yao and his long sword with a curled blade and blood dripping from it.

How to do it?

What else can she do?

"Everyone should eat something and take a rest first. We'll talk later." Yang Xianrong glanced at Zhang Heng. At this time, Zhang Heng and others had changed out of their monk robes and put on the armor of Xiongnu soldiers, so Yuan Jianshuo and others didn't recognize them for a while. It was not until Zhang Heng brought some food and water that they were surprised to find out: How could he be here?