The Legend of the Concubine in the Harem

"Is that... a dragon?"

In the capital city, countless people looked up at the sky, and suspended in the sky was a huge mountain range covered with flowers and fruits. Under the flowers and leaves, huge scales were faintly visible. Gigantic claws that only appeared in ancient mythology were gently moving in the air. Because the sky today was exceptionally clear and cloudless, people on the ground could see it most clearly.

Princess Rong Le’s Mansion.

Princess Rong Le stared at the giant dragon that suddenly appeared in the sky and subconsciously took two steps forward. All the clan members in the courtyard looked up, and all the previous anxiety disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Is this a dragon?"

"There really are dragons, then...are there other demons and ghosts, or gods?" a middle-aged man said excitedly, "Ha! I'm going to become a monk right now!"

"My friend, the poison you were infected with has not been cured."

"You know nothing. Don't you know that if you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening? Death is nothing!"

"..."

"It makes sense!"

No matter what the clan members in the courtyard were doing, Princess Rong Le quickly came to her senses. She strode to Xie Yi and said, "You, you guys have already..."

The emperor and empress left the capital and went to the border. In the eyes of Princess Rong Le, this was certainly another trap set by the two men, but she was not completely without the opportunity to give the couple a severe downfall. Although the probability was very small, it did exist.

However, Princess Rong Le was not confident enough. What she wanted to do most was to follow her heart and fight for once, leaving her name in the history books, no matter if it was a bad reputation or infamy.

To this end, she raised the butcher knife against her own blood relatives, cooperated with the cult, conspired with foreign enemies, and led the grassland people into the border town... It is said that a general's success is built on the bones of thousands of people. Lu Dengting is not a general, but she knows very well that what she wants to do will inevitably involve trampling on the bones of innocent others.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

If he was afraid of killing and fearing that his hands would be stained with the souls of innocent people, then Lu Dengting would not be the Lu Dengting of today.

She wanted to target the emperor and empress, the royal family, and the capital of Dasheng, and bring about a catastrophe!

But now...the people who should be killed have not been killed, and the people who should be burned have not been set on fire.

Princess Rong Le also knew that she was afraid that she would not be able to continue the killing as planned, and the capital would be plunged into blood and fire.

All this is just because of that flying dragon.

Dragon!

That's a dragon!

The dragon flying above the emperor's court robes, holding a pearl in its mouth and a jade seal in its claws, is a symbol of supreme imperial power!

And from the moment this symbol of power flew from the totem into reality, Princess Rong Le knew that no matter how frantically she slaughtered people today, she would not be able to leave the deep scars she desired in the Lu family history books.

She instinctively sensed that after today, not only the entire Dasheng, but the entire world would undergo earth-shaking changes. Before these changes, no matter how many people she killed, it would become insignificant.

"......So, in your eyes, I am nothing but a clown......" Princess Rong Le's eyes were red, her lips were trembling, and her words were filled with tears like never before.

"Sister, I'm afraid you won't believe me if I say I didn't know about it in advance." Princess Fuchang was also shocked.

I just forced myself to stay calm.

Like Princess Rong Le, her position in Queen Xie's party was not important, but she still stood firm.

Princess Fuchang also longed for power, but she was not as impetuous as Princess Rongle. When Empress Xie first got involved in government affairs, the latter frequently reached out to the emperor and the empress, being too active and... too opinionated.

Princess Fuchang stood quietly behind her only remaining sister, remembering the mistakes she had made, and moved silently towards Queen Xie.

She has always been patient enough.

In Princess Fuchang's view, what does it matter if she or her generation cannot get into the center of power?

Although she is just a marginal figure, the ambitions of Queen Xie and Princess Yuyi are obvious. Even if she is on the margins now, with her own abilities, she will surely go further and get more in the future. Why should she be in a hurry and ruin her entire future?

Dusting off the dust on her sleeves, Princess Fuchang said softly, "Sister, don't go down the foolish path again."

"None of your business!" Princess Rong Le's voice became hoarse, "Thank you! Do you think you can defeat me and hold me accountable by doing this?!"

"impossible!"

"I won't give you this opportunity, no!" Princess Rong Le saw the young man in women's clothing taking a step forward. She suddenly raised her hand and snatched the long sword from the hand of a guard beside her. She shouted loudly and chopped towards Xie Yi.

Xie Yi frowned slightly and raised the black iron folding fan in his hand to block the knife: "Your Highness Rong Le, please calm down - I thought that when the news came from the Southern Region that Yuan Jun flew into the sky on a dragon, you were already prepared. It turns out that you didn't take it seriously."

"How many people would take such a thing seriously?!" Princess Rong Le's knife was caught by Xie Yi's folding fan. She pulled hard a few times, but when she found that she couldn't pull it out, she gave up decisively, took several steps back, and returned to a safe range.

"Since ancient times, when people started a rebellion, how many of them didn't use dragons and phoenixes as auspicious signs?" Princess Rong Le sneered, "The evil cult used clay and wooden idols to intimidate fools, claiming to be appointed by heaven, the Son of Heaven on earth, and the emperor who was a real dragon in the world. It's no different... I've seen many tricks of using auspicious signs to make a big banner!"

She smiled, a tear slid down from the corner of her eye, and Princess Rong Le gritted her teeth, "...It's you scoundrels! There actually is a dragon... scoundrel!"

"Your Highness..." Xie Yi wanted to say something a little embarrassedly.

But Princess Rong Le didn't want to listen anymore: "Jinwu Guards, kill them all!"

She gave the order in a cold voice, then turned decisively and ran quickly towards the inner courtyard.

Gratitude did not hold back.

The Jinwu Guards, whose minds were controlled, had already drawn their swords and were slashing at the clan members in the courtyard.

He protected Princess Fuchang, Prince Gong and the pregnant Princess Jinxiang, and waved his folding fan of gratitude tightly.

"Marquis Yongjia!" Prince Gong screamed, "Tannu! Tannu! My sister-in-law is about to give birth!"

"Stop shouting. Can you get up?" Princess Fuchang blew the whistle hidden on her body. The sharp sound of the whistle cut through the sound of killing. Outside the princess's mansion, guards from various families also rushed in quickly.

Prince Gong climbed up from the wheelchair trembling, then rolled to the ground: "Hurry up and send my sister-in-law out."

Princess Jinxiang, with her face covered in sweat, shook her head. She looked at Prince Gong with complicated emotions in her eyes: "I'm afraid I can't give birth to this child. I don't know if it can survive. I'm sorry, there's something I haven't told you. Your brother passed away last night."