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A raging tide of anger arose.

The people poured their grief and shock into a barrage of insults and condemnations in the live chat.

Like raging waves in a storm, it crashed down fiercely towards the owner of the golden name on the sky—

[Commoner Wang Ping: You wicked woman! If it weren't for Lord Ye lifting you from the mud to the throne, what would you be! You ungrateful jackal!]

[Commoner Xue Gui: You're not even as good as the mud on Lord Ye's shoe sole! No, you're not even worthy of comparison!]

[Old Woman Zhang: Tyrant! Deceived ruler! Look at your filthy and vicious words! Even snakes and scorpions aren't as black-hearted as you!]

[Commoner Zhao Dafu: Heavens! Open your eyes! Send down heavenly lightning to strike this wicked tyrant who murders loyal officials and slaughters the people!]

……

Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The strong scent of ambergris wafted through the hall, mingling with the faint smell of sweat from the officials' robes, creating a nauseatingly oppressive atmosphere.

Shu Jingwei sat upright on the dragon throne, her bright yellow dragon robe reflecting a cold and dazzling luster under the candlelight.

The officials below were still arguing heatedly over trivial official positions and sums of money.

Spittle flew everywhere, and the sounds mingled together like a swarm of persistent flies, chattering incessantly in her ear.

Her fingertips lightly scraped against the cold armrest of the dragon throne, making a subtle, teeth-grinding scraping sound.

She had regained her expressionless demeanor, at least on the surface, with only a fleeting hint of barely concealed irritation and resentment occasionally flashing in her eyes.

Curses still raged in her mind, each one more vicious and vulgar than the last.

She cursed Lin Ye, Ye Fan, Yao Jingyuan, the group of idiots below, and every troublemaker on the sky who dared to offend her.

Sudden--

"Bang!!!"

The heavy vermilion gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony was suddenly smashed open with a deafening crash.

The door hinges creaked under the strain, and the entire palace seemed to tremble.

The blinding sunlight outside the hall pierced in like a sharp blade.

He collapsed to his knees on the cold, smooth floor with a thud, the dull thud of his knees hitting the floor particularly clear in the suddenly silent hall.

The eunuch's face was deathly pale, his lips were bloodless, and he trembled like a withered leaf in the autumn wind, his teeth chattering as if he had seen a ghost.

Shu Jingwei's brows furrowed suddenly, and a surge of anger shot up to her head like a venomous snake.

"What's the matter?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like ice shards, carrying a chilling coldness, and her eyes were like knives, slicing at the eunuch.

The eunuch almost fainted on the spot from her glare.

He raised his hand shakily, his fingers spasming as he kept pointing outwards, making a hoarse, gurgling sound in his throat, unable to utter a single complete word for a long time.

"Speak up! Are you mute?!"

Shu Jingwei's voice suddenly rose, sharp and piercing, carrying a violent temper on the verge of losing control.

"...Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."

The eunuch finally managed to squeeze out a faint, barely audible sound from his throat.

"Outside...outside...the sky..."

Sky curtain!

That damned sky again!

Shu Jingwei's face darkened instantly, like the sky before a storm, so gloomy it seemed to drip ink.

She raised her eyes impatiently and followed the eunuch's trembling finger to look at the gleaming sky outside the palace.

That damn Lin Ye, what kind of trouble is he causing now?!

The ministers below were also completely distracted by this sudden turn of events, forgetting their arguments, and all craned their necks to look outside the hall.

The next second—

Shu Jingwei's pupils suddenly contracted into two tiny black dots.

She saw herself.

Do not!

It was seeing the resentment and curses hidden in one's own heart.

Those were vulgar, extremely malicious, and like the foul language of a shrew from the marketplace.

Every single word, without any embellishment, is displayed nakedly on the barrage in the lower right corner!

They shone with a dazzling golden light unique to emperors, as conspicuous as ink spots on white paper.

Every word was like a slap in the face, stripping away her dignity as an emperor in front of the whole world!

Following those words were Wang Meng's shocking words and countless bullet comments from the people cursing her.

"A wicked woman..." "A tyrant..." "An ingrate..."

What's going on?!?

She never intended to send any comments!

Shu Jingwei stiffened her neck and turned it inch by inch, and you could almost hear the creaking sound of her cervical vertebrae grinding together.

Her gaze finally settled firmly on the man in the center of the sky—

Lin Ye.

He didn't look at the live stream camera.

His gaze, still sorrowful yet calm, fell upon Ye Fan's portrait and upon the relatives and friends who were bravely offering incense in front of it, suppressing their grief.

But a very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The angle of the curve was so subtle that it was almost an illusion.

But in Shu Jingwei's eyes, that smile was like being coated with the most potent poison in the world.

"boom--!"

Something seemed to explode in Shu Jingwei's head, making a buzzing sound.

It's him! It's definitely him!

Everything before her eyes seemed to suddenly begin to distort and spin, as a magnificent golden pillar pressed down on her.

The ministers' terrified and astonished faces magnified and distorted in her eyes...

Anger, murderous intent, and the fear of being spied on surged in her chest. The feeling was stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down, causing her whole body to spasm.

"puff--!"

Shu Jingwei trembled violently and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the front of her bright yellow dragon robe, a shocking sight.

"Your Majesty!" The head eunuch beside him turned pale with fright, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He frantically tried to turn around and run out.

"Imperial Physician! Quickly summon the Imperial Physician—"

A hand reached out from behind and pressed him down.

It's Shu Jingwei.

The Empress still had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and her face was as white as a sheet of rice paper soaked in water, but her eyes had refocused, with two flames burning in their depths.

The spitting out of blood, ironically, helped her regain some clarity from the vortex of rage.

She can't afford to make a mistake!

Shu Jingwei gritted her teeth, her tongue tasting the metallic sweetness of the metal.

Although she now possesses the invincible armies left behind by Ye Fan—

Those were all orphans that Ye Fan had picked up. They had no fathers or mothers, no ties, and after raising them, they only recognized Shu Jingwei.

However, there are still too few of these people.

With the rebels scattered across various regions, even her formidable forces were stretched thin.

She needs time to completely wipe out the rebels.

If, at this point, even larger-scale riots break out across the country...

Her hands clenched tightly inside the wide sleeves of the dragon robe, her nails digging deep into her palms. A sharp pain brought her back to her senses.

We must not let anyone take what we just said seriously!

She quickly adjusted her expression, first looking at the ministers below, a tired smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, her voice still hoarse from coughing up blood.