Chapter 1049: The Wedding Ceremony Hadn't Started, It W

you”Jin Xueyuan first discovered that the rascal's eyes before her were so frightening.Every glimmer in his eyes seemed like a sword, piercing straight to the deepest part of my soul.Jin Xueyuan felt...Chapter 1049: The Wedding Feast Hasn't Started, It Isn't Over Yet

"I understand, I understand."

Li Yinhu burst into laughter.

"No wonder you know everything I do, every move I make. So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

Looking at Li Yinhǔ who was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe, Li Chén remained expressionless.

He turned and walked into the Temple of Heaven.

But Sānbǎo did not turn around with him, instead walking towards Lǐ Yín hǔ.

Behind Li Chen, Li Yinhu's manic laughter continued. He laughed and shouted, "Li Chen, don't be complacent. You don't know how terrible Zhao Xuanji is, nor do you know how many people in this world hope for your death. I may just be cannon fodder, but I'm just the beginning!"

"Kill me, those people won't stand for it, this empire of yours will ultimately be unstable!"

Li Chen's steps remained unchanged, continuing forward. Li Yinhu's words had no effect on him at all.

At the same time, Zhou Xingjia's angry roar echoed.

"What are you doing!"

No one answered him.

Then came the roar of a shockwave, followed by Zhou Xingjia's screams.

Immediately, Li Yinhu's laughter ceased.

Bang, bang!

Two dull, heavy sounds followed each other.

That was the sound of two bodies hitting the ground.

Behind me, Sansheng's voice rang out.

"The rebel leader Li Yinhu has been executed!"

Inside the Temple of Heaven.

Zhao Qinglan and Su Jinpa stood on either side of the main hall.

There was a palpable distance between the two women, no interaction, and an eerie silence hung in the air.

After the shouts and explosions outside finally subsided, Zhao Qinglan, who had been tense all along, suddenly relaxed.

She knew, it was over.

At this moment, Li Chen pushed open the door and entered.

"Is it over" Su Jinpa asked.

"Not yet."

Li Chen shook his head and smiled at Su Jinpa, "The ceremony is complete, but the wedding banquet hasn't started yet. How can you say it's over"

Su Jinpa was taken aback.

In this situation, Li Chen is still thinking about having a wedding banquet

"Let's go."

Li Chen walked to Su Jinpa's side, took her hand, and said, "Let's go to the wedding banquet. The guests must be waiting impatiently."

"Where to" Su Jinping asked subconsciously.

"Taihe Palace."

Li Chen replied, walking to the door he turned his head to look at Zhao Qinglan, and said, "Please, Mother Empress, move your carriage. This wedding feast for the Crown Prince, without Mother Empress present, I'm afraid it won't be complete."

Zhao Qinglan understood Li Chen's meaning.

Li Yinhu is dead, but the real threat has just arrived.

If I go, I'm afraid it will lead to a rift between me and my daughter.

But Zhao Qinglan knew more clearly than anyone that she had no right to refuse.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Qinglan gritted her teeth and stepped outside.

Outside the palace, the three treasures loudly proclaimed.

"The Empress, the Crown Prince, and the Crown Princess are departing!"

The sky grew increasingly dark.

Night is about to fall.

It was precisely because night had fallen that the tense atmosphere in Beijing grew even heavier.

During the day, the entire capital city was engulfed in flames of war. The number of casualties is currently unknown and impossible to estimate, but bloodstains and the aftermath of fire can be seen everywhere on the city's streets, particularly within the inner city.

It seems even Heaven couldn't stand it anymore, with a deafening thunderclap and torrential rain pouring down on the entire capital.

Under the deluge, though the flames were extinguished, blood streamed down with the rain, gathering into a dark crimson current that flooded the city.

On this day, according to the legends of the people of the capital who witnessed it firsthand, a rain of blood fell.

In front of the Taihe Palace, by the Golden Water Bridge.

They were in their official robes, standing straight on the Jin Shui Qiao Bridge Square, letting the heavy rain wash over them. Li Chen knelt half on the ground, holding a pair of tightly closed eyes in his arms, with a trace of crimson palace emblem feather hanging from the corner of his mouth, expressionless.Only his violen...