Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

[My dears, I'm sorry. I've had some health problems these past two days and I really can't write. I'm going to update a short story for you. Please take a look! I'll update this short story three times a day and finish it quickly.]

After crushing the flesh and blood of my loved ones and stepping on thousands of dry bones, I finally stood at the highest point!

"Mother Queen, did you see this? This is what you expected. Now that your daughter has accomplished it, are you happy?"

On the throne, Empress Yun Anwan, dressed in a white robe with red gold dragon patterns and holding a red phoenix sword, looked down at the kneeling court officials in the hall with eyes as sharp as arrows, her eyes full of mockery.

Now, she no longer needs to hide!

Concealment or obedience have always been the choices of the weak, while the strong only make rules. Today, Yun Anwan is the strongest person in Qi Country.

A sword flashed across, followed by a muffled groan. The originally solemn Chaofeng Palace was now covered with bloodstains.

Xue Congling, the Censor who had served two dynasties, had one of his arms cut off. However, he dared not even utter a cry of pain. He could only crawl on the ground holding his broken shoulder and twitching to relieve the excruciating pain. He also had to consider his demeanor in front of the palace. He tried hard to control his body while struggling and dared not make any big movements.

Power is really a good thing!

Yun Anwan had a smile on her lips, but there was no warmth in her eyes. She raised her finger to wipe off the blood on the Scarlet Phoenix Sword, and then, as if curious, she actually brought the bloody finger to her mouth and sipped it as if tasting it. Her already rich red lips looked even more gorgeous!

In the hall, all those ministers who were usually good at speaking and manipulating others were silent and trembling, fearing that the empress would be unhappy and chop them all to pieces.

Yun Anwan is a lunatic!

"Xue Congling, I have always been curious, is your blood cold or hot? I didn't expect that someone as sinister and cunning as you could have such hot blood? It's really unexpected."

The empress smiled as brightly as the morning sun, and looked expectantly at the ministers in the hall, "My dear ministers, tell me, how strange is this?"

"Ha ha……"

Just listening to the laughter, it was like the sound of an ice spring just beginning to crack, with hundreds and thousands of chirps, so clear and pleasant to the ear; looking at her appearance, she also had fair skin and graceful figure, a peerless beauty rarely seen in the world.

However, everyone knows that Empress Yun Anwan killed her biological mother, slaughtered Tonghuai, beheaded court officials, and destroyed her kingdom. Under her throne were countless bones and blood.

Everyone had a premonition that the Yushiling family was about to suffer disaster.

As expected, the next moment, the empress's edict came: "The Imperial Censor is disloyal as a minister, conspiring with others for personal gain and framing good ministers; he is not upright, favoring concubines and killing his wife, not educating his adopted sons, and having no moral integrity in his adopted daughters; he is unkind as an official, allowing his clan members to seize the people's land and beat and kill civilians. How can such a disloyal, unrighteous, and unkind person be worthy of this silver seal and green ribbon and be allowed to stand in the court?"

The empress spoke sharply, with a clear voice and every word was precious. None of the ministers in the court dared to refute her.

Yun Anwan's sharp eyes swept over the people below with satisfaction, and then called the warriors in front of the hall.

"Come here, the Imperial Censor has ordered that all relatives of the Xue family be executed, and all collateral descendants who are over the age of twelve will be exiled to Guizhou. Those who are under the age of twelve will be sent to the palace as slaves and the women as courtesans. Their descendants will never be able to escape from the family register."

The empress was furious, and millions of people died! Although this imperial censor was not a good person, this treatment was indeed a bit cruel.

However, the court officials who had witnessed the empress's iron-blooded wrist did not dare to offend her at this time. Their eyes carefully fell on the person in front of them on the left, who was wearing a purple embroidered fur crown and a Three Sages Crown on his head.

In this hall, only the second son of the Ji family, the former Duke of Weiguo and now the Prime Minister Ji Xunyin, dared to step forward and give some advice when the empress was furious.

"Your Majesty, please calm down." Ji Xunyin lived up to everyone's expectations. Holding a tablet in his hand, he knelt in the hall and spoke to comfort the emperor.

This second son of the Duke of Wei, who was only 25 years old but had already reached the highest position in the government, was indeed elegant and handsome. However, there was still some gap between him and the man who was so handsome and elegant in the past, and I am afraid that there would be no one in the world who could match him even one tenth of him.

"stand up……"

The empress was not angry at Ji Xunyin's admonition, but when she saw the man kneeling on the ground with his soft hair sweeping across the yellow tiles under his feet, her eyes tightened and she immediately said, then her eyes fell on the official uniform on Ji Xunyin, her brows slightly furrowed, and her cold eyes flickered with unknown emotions. Finally, she said in a deep voice: "From now on, you don't have to kneel to anyone. And this official uniform, have it remade by the Clothing Bureau, and I will personally decide the style."

Since the empress ascended the throne, the Ji family has been honored and favored, and now Ji Xunyin doesn't even have to kneel? Everyone had different thoughts, but no one dared to ask.

Yun Anwan looked down at the tall and graceful person, her lips moved slightly, disappointment and a moment of confusion flashed across her eyes, as well as a grief that no one could know, and finally all turned into an inaudible sigh. Then she turned her head and no longer looked at Ji Xunyin's familiar face.

After all, they are different!

Ji Xunyin had long been accustomed to the empress's unusual behavior, so he just lowered his eyebrows and said in a gentle voice: "Your Majesty, the Xue family members are extremely evil, and it would be too easy to just kill them. However, the side branches that have been staying in the old home of Kuchi have suffered from the disasters of the main branch, and most of them are women and children. Please, Your Majesty, please forgive them as appropriate."

The sudden feeling of fatigue made Yun Anwan, who was wearing heavy robes, even more tired.

After taking a look at the unconscious Xue Congling, the empress felt extremely irritated. She was too lazy to care about Ji Xunyin's request. She just waved her hand and stood up, ready to leave this boring court. But before leaving, she changed her will: "Ms. Xue, follow the Prime Minister's words and let the Prime Minister handle the future affairs."

Not until that figure disappeared behind the layers of curtains did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Some even rolled up their sleeves to wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads. The Imperial Censor, who had already fainted from the pain, would have fainted again if he had known that all his life's work would bring trouble to his children.

Ji Xunyin looked at the person walking away behind the curtain with mixed emotions, "You must still have a bit of kindness in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't let me handle the follow-up matters!"

In the empress's bedroom, the graceful girl took off the emperor's cumbersome clothes and put on a simple dress. She looked at her pretty face in the diamond-shaped mirror. The flower ornaments between her eyebrows made her already beautiful face even more beautiful and bright.

"You must not like me being like that just now, right? Look, I killed someone again. Please come back and keep an eye on me, sir..." No one knew that the empress, who had been so decisive and cruel in killing people in the hall just now, was alone in the quiet bedroom with her makeup smudged from crying.

"Sir, you always care so much about me..." The fourth princess, who was seven years old at the time, looked at the young man who was much taller than her, curled her lips in dissatisfaction and frowned. Although her words showed reluctance, she could not hide the joy on her face.

"Your Highness, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to practice running script? How come you forgot it today? If you don't start now, I'm afraid you will have to stay up until late at night again." The elegant and handsome young man in gray clothes, dressed like a scholar, looked at the little girl who was much shorter than him with a smile in his eyes.

"Sir..." The pretty little girl in palace dress raised her head and called "Sir" pitifully. Her fair face was wrinkled like a bun, which was really adorable.

She knew that when she made this kind of expression, the teacher would always be less strict, and even the homework would be reduced a bit.

"Your Highness, please study hard now. The Dragon Boat Festival will be in two days. I have already petitioned the Empress and she has granted Your Highness permission to go out of the palace for half a day on the Dragon Boat Festival."

"Really? You're the best, sir." Upon hearing this, the little girl, who was originally listless and lying on the table, looked at the other party with bright eyes and expectation. After seeing the other party's affirmative eyes, she immediately smiled, and the little bell on her bun jumped twice, making a crisp sound.

At that time, spring was the best season of the year, far better than the willows and mist all over the imperial capital.

The fourth daughter of the emperor in her childhood, with a beautiful flower ornament printed between her eyebrows, held the tutor she had unexpectedly found by one hand, and walked through the vast expanse of blooming crabapples. She picked off a snow-white bouquet and gave it to the calm and composed tutor behind her in a green shirt. It was not enough to say "flowers are given to beauties", and she added mischievously, "No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will be ashamed of their colors and dare not show their heads when they see the tutor. What can make a painter sad is not just the melancholy of autumn."

Tears swallowed but silently. I only regret my past ruthlessness and rely on my paintings to reflect on my feelings. I am so sad that I can't paint them.

"Sir...sir..."