C565 Kill the Enemy!

The scriptwriter was definitely poisonous, but she also believed in Chiang Zi and Nan Zhen's eyes. She relaxed her mood and continued to watch.

Jian Xiuheng, who had just ascended to the throne, had a period of suffering day and night. The country was in turmoil, and the officials protected themselves. Everyone in the country was in danger. Except for him, most people wanted to store more gold and silver. Once the war broke out, they would run away.

The Dayong Dynasty was an empty shell.

It had long been dragged by his useless father into a crippled body that could still struggle at death's door.

His people knelt outside the palace every day, begging him to open the city gate and let them go home. His subjects would occasionally ask him to open the city gate and not pay him a visit. The memorials he submitted were all trivial matters. The decree he issued was silent once it came out of the palace. The treasury had long been emptied by the Minister of Revenue who was under the protection of the officials, and almost everyone had given up on him. They had given up on the country he wanted to protect.

There was only one person.

Only the shadow guard who had accompanied him since he ascended the throne didn't give up on him.

His shadow guard was called Xu, and his name was given by him.

The sun rose from the east, and it was the dawn of darkness for so many years. It was the last hope of this country, and it was this person who only wore black clothes and would never laugh.

However, even if Xu didn't laugh, he still liked him, because he always remembered that the Empress had told him that the Shadow Guard was his only companion, the person who could hand his life over to him.

Xu was still the same person who turned the lights on, added tea for him, and covered his blanket in the middle of the night.

He was also the first knife that he had shown to rule this country.

From the very first day he had ascended to power, he knew what the biggest drawbacks of this country were.

And as the new emperor, there was only one word he needed to deal with these vermin that dug up the country, kill.

And Xu was the knife that he had used to kill.

Everyone was intimidated by the new emperor's crazy actions. They all stopped packing their luggage, put on their court attire, took their ceremonial tablets, and walked together in front of the palace hall to vent their grievances.

Jian Xiuheng didn't care if these old fogeys would kneel down and scream until their throats became hoarse. He just sat on a chair outside the hall and looked at them. One came, one came, two came, a pair of them came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came, a pair came. Wait! With everyone here, once the palace gates were closed, no one would be able to leave.

He then asked Xu to bring up the bodies of the officials who had been killed and throw them in front of them. He recited their crimes one by one, then looked at their trembling faces and laughed sarcastically and coldly.

Some people complained about injustice, some did not accept it, so there was no problem. Those below who offended their superiors would be killed; those who took bribes would be killed; those who formed parties for personal gain would be killed; those who took bribes would be killed; those who took bribes would be killed; those who took bribes would be killed; those who set up parties for personal gain would be killed.

Those who were not afraid would be accused of selling their country, and those who killed your nine generations would be burned to ashes.

There would always be people who were not afraid of death because of their old qualifications, and there would always be people who did not dare to kill them because they were young. There would always be people who were willing to be his stepping stones to clear out the Imperial Court.

In that period of time, he killed hundreds of people, ranging from eunuchs and palace maids to the Minister of Revenue. The floor in front of the palace was soaked in blood.

But fortunately, this action was useful. Even though they called him a tyrant, no one dared to disobey his orders ever since.

The new official was in charge of three tasks, and with Jian Xiuheng's support, the officials he arranged for the court to gradually return to the right track.

However, he was only happy for a few days. Very soon, Da Wu declared war on him. However, the military officials in the country were in decline, so he could only lead the army personally.

Then, in the enemy camp, he saw his sister bravely killing the enemy.

What could he do? It was disloyal to the enemy; it was disloyal to kill his brothers and his people; it was unfilial to let down the ancestors of the Jian Clan. How could such a disloyal and unfilial woman be qualified to be his sister? And then she would be the princess of the Dayong Dynasty.

And to his enemies, he only had one word, kill!