If I send you to join the army and marry a woman, will you conquer the Empress?

The shouts, as loud as a mountain and as powerful as a tsunami, echoed repeatedly across the palace square.

Three hundred thousand soldiers and countless civilians, with one voice, issued a death ultimatum.

If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.

But today, in the very heart of the Great Xia Dynasty's power, a shocking reversal is unfolding: a subject demands the death of his ruler, and the ruler has no choice but to die!

Emperor Xia slumped in the cold pool of blood, his mind and soul shattered by the terrifying sound.

He looked at the dark mass of people kneeling before him, at those who had once bowed down to him, now looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man.

He knew that he had become all alone.

He was betrayed by everyone and abandoned by his family; he incurred the wrath of Heaven and the resentment of the people

There is no place for him in this world anymore.

Princess Fuyao knelt beside Emperor Xia, already weeping uncontrollably.

She clung tightly to the Emperor's arm, shaking her head repeatedly, sobbing uncontrollably.

"No...no...Father..."

She wanted to plead with Qin Feng, but when she looked up and saw Qin Feng's cold and resolute eyes, all the words stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single one.

She knew it was no use.

Qin Feng's determination was unshakable.

The sins of the Emperor can only be atoned for by death.

Emperor Xia smiled sadly, gently pushed Fuyao away, and used his sleeve to wipe away the tears on her face.

"Fuyao, don't cry."

The Xia Emperor's voice was surprisingly calm.

"Father... I've lived a worthwhile life."

He once possessed the entire world and enjoyed the ultimate power.

He also committed heinous crimes, and his hands were stained with blood.

Now, karma has caught up with them.

He acknowledged it.

Emperor Xia struggled to his feet, refusing to look at Qin Feng or the subjects who had forced him to his death.

He merely straightened his dragon robe, which was stained with blood and mud, trying his best to make himself appear to retain a trace of the last vestige of imperial dignity.

He raised his head, his gaze passing through the crowd and looking towards the distant horizon.

It was as if I were looking at his entire life.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Qin Feng.

"Qin Feng, I am willing to die."

The Xia Emperor's voice was hoarse, yet it carried an undeniable decisiveness.

"But I have one last condition."

Qin Feng looked at him without saying anything, simply waiting quietly for him to continue.

Emperor Xia took a deep breath and said, word by word, "After my death, I hope that you will keep your promise, assist Fuyao, and ascend the throne as emperor."

"I demand that you swear to Heaven that you, Qin Feng, will never claim the title of Emperor, and will never seize my Xia family's empire!"

This was his last struggle.

It was also the last thing he could do for his daughter and his family as a father and as an emperor.

He would rather die than let the Xia family's empire be lost.

He wanted to forever fix Qin Feng in the position of "subject," preventing him from rightfully taking his place.

Upon hearing this condition, Li Xuanba and Yue Shan, who were behind Qin Feng, immediately became anxious.

"General, we can't agree to his request!"

Li Xuanba shouted at the top of his lungs, "This empire was originally conquered by you! Why should a mere girl become emperor? If you were emperor yourself, I, Old Li, would be the first to support you!"

"Yes, Commander!"

Yue Shan chimed in, "This old bastard's about to die, and he's still plotting against you! Don't fall for it!"

Qin Feng ignored their noise.

His gaze fell on Princess Fuyao.

Fuyao was also looking at him, her beautiful eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was sadness, there was pleading, and there was also a faint, almost imperceptible, expectation.

She didn't want her father to die, but she also knew that he had to die.

She didn't want the throne, but she also knew that it was the only hope to preserve the Xia family bloodline, which her father had risked his life for.

Qin Feng looked at her and sighed softly in his heart.

He wasn't actually that interested in that cold, hard dragon throne.

What he wanted was never the world.

All he wanted was revenge, to protect everyone around him so they could live peacefully and not be bullied by anyone.

If Fuyao becomes the emperor, it will put her at ease and end this turmoil at the lowest possible cost.

Why not do it?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng slowly nodded.

"Okay, I promise."

Qin Feng's voice was clear and firm.

"I, Qin Feng, hereby swear that I will do my utmost to assist Fuyao."

Having received Qin Feng's promise, Emperor Xia revealed a final smile, a smile filled with relief.

"well……"

He muttered to himself, slowly bent down, and picked up the dragon-patterned sword stained with the blood of his wife and children.

He took one last look at his daughter, Fuyao, his eyes filled with love and reluctance.

"Fuyao, from now on you're on your own..."

After saying that, he didn't hesitate and slashed with his sword!

"puff!"

A line of blood bloomed on the Xia Emperor's neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Emperor Xia swayed slightly, his expression freezing on a relieved smile.

Then, his tall body fell heavily backward.

"Bang!"

Xia Yuan, a powerful ruler of the Great Xia Dynasty, ended his sinful yet legendary life in such a tragic way.

"Father!!!"

Princess Fuyao let out a heart-wrenching scream, collapsed onto the Xia Emperor's corpse, and wailed loudly.

The thunderous chants of "Your Majesty, please die!" in the square came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone watched this scene in silence, their feelings a mix of emotions.

An era has come to an end.

Qin Feng stared at the Xia Emperor's corpse, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Although he had avenged his great enemy, he did not feel as relaxed as he had imagined.

He just felt that everything should end.

"Someone come here."

Qin Feng spoke calmly: "Collect His Majesty's remains and bury him in the imperial mausoleum with the rites due to an emperor."

"yes!"

Soldiers immediately stepped forward and carefully carried away the Xia Emperor's body.

After dealing with all of this, Qin Feng slowly turned around.

His gaze, like a sharp sword, pierced through the crowd and precisely locked onto an elderly man in a magnificent official robe who was trying to slip away quietly.

That man was none other than Yun Song, the current Left Chancellor!

Qin Feng watched as he grinned, revealing a cold smile.

"Yunxiang, why are you in such a hurry? Where are you headed?"