As she spoke, the empress reached out and gently tried to lift Wen Shaoyi's chin.
Wen Shaoyi turned sideways, avoiding her dirty hands, and smiled elegantly, "Your Majesty is too impatient before the ceremony is completed."
The empress approached Wen Shaoyi and smiled sinisterly in words that only he could hear, "Look, even if you don't like me anymore, you still have to obediently become my Phoenix Queen."
"I'm afraid that Your Majesty won't have the opportunity to have a bridal chamber."
"Don't worry, I have already made arrangements, and I guarantee that you will be in ecstasy."
As he spoke, the empress blew a breath of cold air into his ear.
Wen Shaoyi felt sick standing next to the empress, not to mention the smell of her surrounding him.
No matter how unhappy he was, Wen Shaoyi hid it well.
He didn't want to get married, but the empress kept forcing her, and the Tianfen tribe had a mission to marry the empress, so he had to obey.
In addition, they negotiated to use Gu Chunuan's soul as one of the betrothal gifts.
Only then did Wen Shaoyi agree.
Because regardless of whether he has that soul or not, as long as he is the leader of the Tianfen Clan, he must marry the empress, so... he might as well agree.
Looking around, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was full of guards holding weapons, arranged in rows, seeming to surround the entire sacrificial ground seamlessly.
In addition, there are many archers and masters of level 4 and above lurking on the roof.
"Your Majesty has arranged this place so well, so what about other places? Are they also arranged so rigorously?"
As Wen Shaoyi finished speaking, a eunuch came to report in a panic.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, the rebels have invaded the imperial city and are approaching the palace."
Hiss...
As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes widened in shock.
Many civil and military officials even stood up one after another.
"Attacked...invaded the imperial city? How is this possible? Isn't Xue Jianyou still in Wanji City? Even if he works hard and works day and night, it is impossible to reach the imperial capital in such a short time, not to mention that there are so many
Many generals."
"That's right. Wanji City is hundreds of miles away from the imperial capital. Unless they have the ability to escape from the earth, they will not be able to reach the imperial capital."
"Even if we reach the imperial capital, it is impossible to capture the capital in such a short period of time."
The eunuch who reported the news kept breathing heavily, "It's really... it's really... it's... a group of ants that opened the city gate for them."
"Are you kidding? How can ants open the city gate?"
"There are densely packed ants everywhere. They are so big. They are poisonous. The soldiers guarding the city were bitten by them and fell to the ground. The gate of the city... was also bitten by them. The rebels...
Already calling in the direction of the palace... the call is coming."
There was a lot of discussion below.
Some people are worried and some are panicked.
Some people were so happy that they wished that Lord Snow would immediately attack the palace.
"Your Majesty, please let me lead the troops to stop them. I will definitely capture all those rebels."
"Your Majesty, the general has requested to go to war."
"Your Majesty, the general also requests to go to war."
It has to be said that although the empress is cruel and mediocre, she still has some good ministers underneath her.
The empress curled her lips and smiled, a smile that sent chills down the spine and made people shudder.
Everyone thought that the Empress would definitely mobilize her troops to fight back against Prince Snow.
Unexpectedly, the empress ignored the news, waved her sleeves, and shouted, "The ritual music continues to play."
"Hiss..."
Everyone was stunned.
I thought my ears were hallucinating.
Soon, the empress's voice echoed in their ears again.
"The ink-stained ones cut down all the ceremonial musicians."
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, please spare my life."
The ministers straightened their postures one after another, not daring to say anything else for fear that His Majesty would vent his grievances on them.