The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

Her voice carried its usual coolness, but Qin Changye caught a deep sense of solemnity in her eyes. "That person sent you a message, saying that you have three days to kneel down and go to the Chusheng Sect to confess your sins and face death."

Qin Changye raised an eyebrow: "Where is that person now?"

"I killed him."

Qin Changye was taken aback: "In war, envoys are not to be killed. Isn't that a bit unethical of you?"

Zhao Qingcheng didn't take it to heart: "He was arrogant, and because I'm pretty, he even tried to touch me inappropriately."

Qin Changye changed the subject: "Well done. For a lecher like him, killing him with one stroke is too lenient."

"Not just one cut, I chopped him a thousand times." Zhao Qingcheng raised her hand and pointed to the pile of fresh minced meat in the corner.

Qin Changye looked in the direction the finger was pointing, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

This woman is even more ruthless than he imagined!

Qin Changye withdrew his gaze and suggested earnestly, "Next time, you don't need to make so many cuts. The bits of meat are sticking to the ground, making it difficult to clean up."

Zhao Qingcheng seemed to agree with her, nodded, and then asked, "What are your plans for three days from now?"

Qin Changye casually replied, "When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it."

Looking at his composed demeanor, Zhao Qingcheng couldn't help but remind him, "The First Saint Sect stands above all dynasties. Aren't you afraid at all?"

"After killing Xiao Pang, I had the Blood-Clad Guards investigate."

Qin Changye explained in detail: "In recent years, the Chusheng Sect has been on a downward trend and is no longer as prosperous as it once was. Moreover, it is currently fighting with the Wushuang Holy Land for territory, and the two sides are on the verge of a major battle. They are too busy to take care of themselves, so they probably won't make a big show of crossing most of the Great Wilderness to come to the Great Zhou Dynasty to avenge a junior disciple."

Zhao Qingcheng was still somewhat worried: "Even if the Ninth Elder doesn't come in person, sending just a few stewards wouldn't be something we can handle."

Qin Changye looked at Zhao Qingcheng: "Us?"

Zhao Qingcheng looked back, her eyes still icy, but her tone unwavering: "Now that I'm married to you, husband and wife should be one. If not 'us,' then what are we?"

She paused, then added, "I have already notified my deputy to transfer many elite troops from the border to the capital. Their cultivation levels may not be very high, but each of them is a master of poison. The Chu Sheng Sect will send people in three days. Even if they are ultimately defeated, they will be poisoned to death before they die."

Qin Changye was somewhat moved. This woman wasn't just saying it; she genuinely intended to stand by him through thick and thin.

He reached out and patted her shoulder lightly, but Zhao Qingcheng's body visibly stiffened for a moment: "Don't worry, we won't die. Your man is very capable!"

Zhao Qingcheng remained silent.

She couldn't understand where Qin Changye got his confidence from, which made him dare to face the colossal Chu Sheng Sect head-on.

Is it a case of a newborn calf not being afraid of a tiger?

Or is it simply a case of ignorance breeds fearlessness?

Or perhaps they truly have some confidence?

Zhao Qingcheng shook her head, no longer thinking about it, and turned to walk towards the side room. She wanted to break through to a new realm as soon as possible within these three days.

In this way, when the people from the First Saint Sect arrive, we will have more confidence to deal with them.

Meanwhile, the imperial mausoleum.

When Qin Changye returned to the Qin Prince's Mansion, he sent a signal to Ren Pingsheng and the others.

Upon receiving the signal, the six Blood-Clad Guard elders left without hesitation.

The onlookers, who had waited all night, looked at each other in bewilderment.

No, they're leaving already?

Where's the big show we were expecting?

They squatted there all night, enduring hunger and cold, and some even held back their urge to urinate.

I'm afraid that they'll start fighting as soon as they go to urinate, and we'll miss out on a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.

As a result, it lasted all night!

These six people were wandering around the entrance of the imperial mausoleum, discussing how big, round, and bright the moon was that night.

The problem is, there's no moon tonight.

In the shadows at the entrance to the imperial mausoleum, watching Ren Pingsheng and the others leave, a rare hint of weariness appeared on the Empress's usually cold and beautiful face, and a great doubt arose in her heart.

What were these six guys up to, loitering around the imperial tomb all night?

Was it really just a joke to tease everyone? Or was it a joke to tease her too?

Once she was sure Ren Pingsheng and the others were far away, the Empress turned and stepped into the imperial mausoleum.

The stone gate slowly closed behind her, shutting out all the noise from the outside world.

The mechanisms were activated one by one, and the magic arrays were dispelled one by one.

She walked through the deserted roads and eventually reached the deepest part of the imperial tomb.

Before me lay a vast underground palace. In the very center of the palace, the coffins of thirteen emperors from various dynasties, which had been moved from the burial chamber and arranged in a circle, were now all removed.

Each coffin was connected by a dense network of specially made red threads, the other ends of which converged towards the center of the largest coffin.

She walked slowly over, looked down, and saw a woman lying in the largest coffin.

A woman who looks exactly like her!

However, she was dressed in a dragon robe, while the other wore a white dress.

The woman in the white dress didn't seem to be dead; her face was still rosy, and her chest was even rising and falling slightly, as if she had just fallen asleep.

The empress stood before the coffin, reaching out to gently stroke the face that was exactly like her own.

The movements were extremely light and gentle, as if caressing a priceless treasure that was about to be completed.

"It'll be soon, at most another half month, and we'll succeed." Her voice echoed in the empty underground palace, filled with long-suppressed excitement and an almost insane persistence. "After pretending for so many years, I'm finally about to reveal my true colors!"

As the Empress emerged from the depths of the imperial mausoleum, a eunuch scrambled to her side, beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"

"Last night, several large explosions occurred at the Sixth Prince's residence, and corpses were everywhere. The Sixth Prince is probably also..."

The Empress paused, looking down at the kneeling eunuch before her, her voice icy and chilling: "Why are you only reporting what happened last night to me now?"

The eunuch trembled, his forehead slamming against the stone slab with a loud thud: "Your Majesty, please forgive us! Last night, we rushed to the imperial mausoleum as soon as possible, but before we even reached the entrance, we were knocked unconscious from behind and have only just regained consciousness..."

The Empress was even angrier. Although the Sixth Prince had many underhanded tricks in private, he was the most pretentious of the ten princes.

She had long disliked the Sixth Prince and planned to kill him first once her grand plan was completed in half a month.

However, she can mess with the Sixth Prince, but if anyone else does, it's a slap in the face to her.

Who is it?

Qin Changye was the first person she thought of.

As everyone knows, the relationship between Qin Changye and the Sixth Prince is the most strained, and has long since reached the point of no return.

However, last night was Qin Changye's wedding night, one of the four great joys of his life. What kind of groom would abandon his bride and run off to kill someone?

Moreover, Qin Changye's greatest reliance, the six elders of the Blood-Clad Guard, had been wandering around the imperial mausoleum all night and had no chance to make a move.

If it's not Qin Changye, then who could it be?

The Empress's eyes suddenly turned cold. Was it Qin Changye who did it?

He deliberately had the six elders of the Blood-Clad Guard loiter near the imperial tomb to create alibis, all in order to lure him over.

In reality, besides the Blood-Clad Guards, there is another unknown force behind him.

The more the Empress thought about it, the colder her expression became.

She painstakingly arranged for Zhao Qingcheng to marry Qin Changye, intending to use Zhao Qingcheng to kill Qin Changye, but things didn't go as planned.

Now, Qin Changye is not only alive, but his strength has also increased dramatically.

In fact, by marrying Zhao Qingcheng, he was essentially marrying the hundreds of thousands of border troops behind her.

Add to that his identity as the Blood-Clad Guard King, and the unknown force behind him capable of annihilating the Sixth Prince's residence...

For the first time, she felt an unprecedented threat from a young man.

This threat was even greater than the combined threat of all ten princes.

"We can't wait any longer!"

"Qin Changye must die!"

The Empress's face had darkened considerably. If she waited any longer, she worried that this hidden danger might actually grow to the point of threatening her.

With this in mind, she ordered the eunuchs behind her, "Immediately gather all the Imperial Guards and escort me to the Prince of Qin's residence!"