After the destruction of Beirong City, Xiao Yan led his troops straight into the palace hall.

Emperor Beirong knew that he could not escape the fate of being given death, so in order to retain the last dignity, he hanged himself on the spot.

Several princes of Beirong fled and died, only Wan Yanyu knelt in front of Xiao Yan, begging for mercy, like a lost dog.

"I don't want the throne, I just need to live, as long as you don't kill me, let me do anything." He looked at the bloody sword in Xiao Yan's hand, and couldn't help but tremble, as if he could feel that the sharp tip of the sword was about to penetrate his chest and abdomen and cut his stomach.

He was terrified, and his body shrank desperately under the dragon chair, where was there still a little bit of princely bearing.

In the past, he had only heard of Xiao Yan's name from outsiders, and it was nothing more than word of mouth, and he had not seen it with his own eyes.

Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know how terrible this person really is.

The dead people all over the ground were thrown away by him like mustard, and there was no blood in his black robe, but there was blood on his hand and sword.

The cold blood splashed on his face, and his slightly pale face was cold, like a red plum blooming in the snow.

Such an evil ghost who beheaded all the gods and Buddhas under the sword, how could he not be afraid.

Wan Yanyu was prostrate on the ground, not even daring to look at him more, only said in horror: "Please, please spare my life, I am willing to be a cow and a horse as a reward." ”

Xiao Yan stared at him, his eyes were scarce, there were no waves, and the blood on the sword dripped on the back of Wan Yanyu's hand, ticking and ticking, like a life-threatening charm.

Suddenly, Xiao Yan laughed, but the laughter was terrifying.

Wan Yanyu didn't know why, so she had to laugh along, and the smile was more ugly than crying.

The next moment, Xiao Yan twisted Yan Yu's collar, lifted him up, like twisting a chicken, and finally put him heavily on the dragon chair.

Wan Yanyu couldn't react at all, only opened a pair of frightened eyes, stunned.

"This king of Beirong will be up to you in the future."

After the defeat of Beirong, he completely became a vassal state of Langguo, and Wanyanyu became the most suitable person to be the emperor of Beirong, intending to control it.

And Xiao Yan became the king of Nie Zheng of Beirong.

Beirong changed hands once and was in ruins, and Xiao Yan, as the king of Nie Zheng, naturally had the obligation to stay and deal with the aftermath.

Besides, Shu Wan, since she jumped off the city tower and was caught by Xiao Yan that day, she has a new identity.

She is no longer the princess of war, nor is she the destined princess of Beirong, Xiao Yan threw a letter of resignation to her, reducing her to a slave of sin.

The sin slave is responsible for the dirtiest and most tiring work such as taking charge of the lights in the harem girls' houses, carrying water, clearing snow, washing clothes, and washing buckets.

And although Wan Yanyu is just a puppet emperor, he is greedy for beauty and extravagance, and he has only succeeded to the throne for a few days, and the beautiful concubines in the harem have set up a lot.

These women in Beirong only knew that Shu Wan almost became the crown princess of Beirong at the beginning, and she was the treasure of the prince's heart, but they didn't know that she also had the identity of a war princess.

Therefore, Shu Wan was demoted to a criminal slave, and they were not surprised at all, and even secretly clapped their hands and applauded.

Whoever makes Wen Tingyu a proud son of the sky, no one loves it, but he falls in love with a Langguo woman. Therefore, these harem ladies always make things difficult for her intentionally or unintentionally.

The sky was high and the clouds were clear, the north wind was cool, Shu Wan knelt outside the gate of Chongyi Palace, and the loud sound of the board echoed between the palace walls.

This morning, the imperial dining room sent a plate of pastries to Concubine De, and Concubine De said that she didn't eat a piece, but when she went out, there was one less osmanthus cake on the table.

Xiao Lizi, the eunuch who served Concubine De's side, didn't say a word, and insisted that Shu Wan had eaten it secretly.

"Be bold! Dare to steal the osmanthus cake of Concubine De, can you be guilty? Xiao Lizi held the ring in his hand and slapped Shu Wan's palm again and again, while Wan Yanyu's new favorite, Concubine De Niangniang, was idle on the side, eating osmanthus cake while enjoying the scene in front of her.

Shu Wan endured the pain and didn't say a word, just looked at the cat in Concubine De's arms calmly, it was licking its little paws with relish, its face was lazy, and there were even a few crumbs hanging on its beard.

Twenty boards were knocked down, and her palms were already bloody and fleshy.

"Yo, you're still quite backbone." Seeing that she didn't beg for mercy or pain, Concubine De put down the pastry in her hand, and took a sip of tea.

"This person's hands and feet are not clean, send him to the Shen Criminal Division." Putting down the teacup, Concubine De said quietly.

Shu Wan is beautiful, Wanyan Yu is greedy for beauty, Concubine De can't let such a scourge appear in her palace from time to time, what if the emperor sees her one day, makes her a concubine, and climbs to the top of her head?

Shu Wan knew that this was their intentional targeting, and now that she was a slave to sin, her life was lower than that of an ant, and they pinched her to death as simple as pinching an ant to death.