<b>Chapter 469</b>


    The mes on the window pane spread rapidly through window paper soaked in kerosene. In an instant, the surrounding area of the main hall became a scorching sea of fire, and all windows and doors in the surroundings were burned, forming a dense and airtight ring of fire.


    “Let’s go!” The two men walked away without second thought.


    Only Imperial Consort Fang was left sprawled desperately and helpless on the increasingly hot floor of the main hall, but still faintly shouting. “Don’t go, don’t go…”


    She became increasingly afraid; however, no matter how much she called, no one responded to her, only the sound of the mes burning louder and closer.


    Imperial Consort Fang’s eyes flickered as a scene from many years ago shed before her eyes like a revolvingntern…


    Since entering the pce, she was favored by thete emperor and could be said to have been favored for a lifetime. At that time, the lowly Liu was nothing and the crown prince was nothing. As long as she cried and said a few words to thete emperor, they would have to live by her face, and she was almost one step… she was almost able to dispose the crown prince.


    However, in the end, it was a lost cause!


    Was she going to die here tonight?!


    Out of nowhere, she seemed to suddenly hear the sound of chains rattling from two deities one short and one tall*, approaching her…


    (*deities tied together, responsible for rewarding the good and punishing the bad)


    The raging fire finally behaved like a greedy and insatiable glutton,pletely devouring the main hall…


    This enormous fire dyed the sky above the Entre Jiuqu Garden red, and even the silver moon in the night sky seemed to have been stained with an ominous color of blood.


    At this time, the emperor had already boarded the carriage and looked in the direction of the Tai’an Pce through the window from far away. With the density of the fire there, he could easily judge that the fire must have reached the main hall.


    Gu Xi did it.


    The emperor’s thin lips pursed into a straight line, feelingplicated but also feeling happy.


    When ites to hating, the emperor hates Wang Yu more than anyone else.


    He was not a saint who would let bygone be bygones, but the son of heaven carrying the burden of the world on his back, was in his position and plotting his political affairs. If he insists on fighting Wang Yu for his selfish desires and disregards the safety of the people in his nation, this would inevitably result in tens of thousands of casualties. It also gives foreign invaders the opportunity to take advantage, leading to the destruction of life. What was the difference between him and his father emperor?!


    Over the years since he ascended the throne, he has been holding back, hoping that Daqi could first move out, settle down, and recuperate.


    While Wang Yu’s ambition has never been extinguished, and since he intends to pick up Imperial Consort Fang, his ultimate intentions were obvious…


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