The first year of the reign of Emperor Rui.

At the beginning of winter, on the third day, the new emperor ascended to the throne.

The first snowfall of the year seemed particularly fierce this time. Snowflakes swirled and fell, blanketing everything in white within just an hour. The world turned a pale canvas of white.

Shen Tingxue knelt on the ground in a thin white shirt, her delicate eyebrows and eyes filled with frost. Her thin clothes made her look even more fragile.

"Your Majesty, my father and brother would never rebel. I beg you to see through this."

Shen Tingxue heavily knocked her head, because it was too cold her voice kept trembling.

"Your Majesty."

Shen Tingxue nodded her head again.

And so it continued until her forehead was covered in sweat, a graceful figure, lotus-stepping lightly, slowly moved through the corridor with the help of maidservants.

"Shen Yiy, what are you doing here?"

Shen Tingxue looked at the child before her, her eyes filled with coldness.

"Let me tell my younger sister, the emperor's decree."

"The emperor said that Shen Ting and Shen Chen conspired against him, and their crime deserved to be punished."

Shen Yiyin sneered, "However, Your Majesty remembers the old times, and my younger sister is, after all, a concubine in His Majesty's name, so he won't kill me."

"Though death may be spared, living punishment is inevitable. From today onwards, my younger sister shall prepare to set off and join the army in the desolate north."

"What did you say?!"

Shen Tingxue looked up, looking at Shen Yiy with disbelief.

At that moment, a new emperor in dragon robes walked out.

"Your Majesty."

Before Shen Tingxue could even get close, Rong Heng slapped her to the ground.

"Does one army dare to approach me, wanting their life?"

The two characters "military" pounded heavily on Shen Tingxue's heart. Shen Tingxue looked up and asked through gritted teeth, "What does Your Majesty mean by this?"

Rong Heng let out a cold snort, with a wave of his hand, the curtain beside him was split open by the wind.

Several men were tied behind the curtain.

"Father, elder brother."

Look

Behind the curtain, Shen Tingxue froze in place.

His father, and his remaining four brothers, were all taken captive.

Father was tied to the rack.

Big brother's hands were hanging.

Fourth Brother and Third Brother were escorted by guards and knelt on the ground in a disheveled manner.

The magpie, the magpie lost two arms and fell into the water.

"Rong Heng, what do you mean? What are you trying to do!"

Shen Tingxue stood up and frantically rushed toward her father and brothers.

Unwilling to yield, the guardsman lashed out with his whip, sending Shen Tingxue tumbling to the ground in a flurry of embarrassment.

I tried to get up, but Shen Yiyin stepped on my back, and I couldn't get up.

What are you doing?

"Rong Heng let out a cold, chilling laugh. "What do you want me to do? Your father and brother rebelled!"

"My father didn't do it, that's a lie!"

"How could there be none? Second Uncle led troops to rebel, it was precisely to overthrow this world. Shen Tingxue, today is the death day of your father and theirs."

Shen Yiy's foot landed hard, stepping on Shen Tingxue's wound. Shen Tingxue cried out in pain, beads of cold sweat trickling down her face.

Seeing this, General Shen let out a sigh and said, "Your Majesty, in consideration of my years of service to the Empress, please spare my life."

General Shen, who never bowed his head to anyone, lowered his head with ease at this moment.

The rest of the brothers also pleaded: "Please, Your Majesty, spare my little sister."

However, as soon as those words were spoken.

The sword in Rong Heng's hand also pierced into General Shen's mouth.

"Dad!"

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Then, Shen Yiyin ended the lives of several of her brothers with poison.

Shen Tingxue collapsed onto the ground, as if her soul had been taken.

The guard dragged Shen Tingxue.

Shen YiyI sneered, "Get dressed up properly and send him on his way."

Just as the guard was dragging Shen Tingxue away, she suddenly found some strength from somewhere and struggled.

Two guards opened the way.

She cast a glance back at the pair of men, her eyes filled with cold fury. "Rong Heng, Shen Yiyi, if there's an afterlife, I swear I'll skin you both, sever your sinews, and drink your blood to avenge my father and brothers."

"At that, with a bang, Shen Tingxue slammed into the wall and died, at the age of 25."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Prince Dingbei has led his men in an attack!"

Rong Heng's face changed drastically.

Shen Tingxue died, but she didn't leave immediately.

The soul floats in the air, unable to disperse.

Shen Tingxue looked at the Duke of Dingbei, known as the God of War, who led his men to kill the Imperial Palace. She asked her question.

"What about it?"

The sword in his hand glistened with a cold, metallic sheen. A single drop of crimson fell from the blade and splattered on the ground, an unsettlingly bright red against the dusty earth.

Rong Heng frowned, looking at his thirteen-year-older uncle with cold eyes, "Shen Tingxue is mine. Uncle Thirteen has no right to interfere."

"Well?"

A flash of hostility crossed his usually cold face.

Rong Heng was a bit angry, "Is Uncle Thirteen being too controlling?"

The sword in his hand pointed towards them.

Rong Heng frowned and took a step back, waving his hand.

Then, a masked woman wearing a Shen Tingxue robe and looking almost exactly like Shen Tingxue walked out.

The child goes to war.

The battle is over, the sword returns to its sheath.

Shen Tingxue floated in the air and shouted, “That's not me, Rong Zhan!”

However, his voice was unheard by anyone.

She watched as the figure approached Rong Zhan, then pulled away her veil in a flash. In that instant, she shot a poisoned dart at Rong Zhan's brow.

And that valiant, incomparable warrior god fell just like that.

I heard his last voice, "Cher...

"Miss, miss, wake up."

"Jiumei?"

"Little Nine."

"Nine braids."