Chapter 210 Have you had enough fun?

Chapter 210 Have you had enough fun?

The Hall of Supreme Harmony, the golden palace representing the highest center of power in the Great Sheng Dynasty, has now been completely reduced to a giant zoo and garbage dump.

The air was filled with the smells of horse manure, bird droppings, the acrid smell of burning phosphorus powder, and the stench of some ministers wetting their pants in fear.

The ground was littered with broken porcelain shards, broken table legs, and scattered official hats.

Several warhorses were grazing on the remaining tribute fruits on the table.

Several peacocks stood on the back of the fallen prime minister, displaying their plumage.

Countless rats scurried around the feet of the still-shaken concubines, searching for any leftover snacks.

On the high platform.

Pei Yunjing finished the last sip of wine in his cup and casually placed the priceless Nine Dragons Gold Cup on the scratch-marked table.

"bite."

The soft sound, barely audible in the noisy hall, seemed like some kind of signal.

He turned slightly to the side, stretched out his long, slender hand, and grasped Tang Li's small hand, which had just been snapping its fingers and commanding thousands of troops.

Pei Yunjing lowered his head, looking at the little woman in his arms who was still watching the excitement with great interest, his eyes overflowing with indulgence:

"My beloved concubine."

He asked softly, his tone as if asking if he wanted another bowl of rice:

Have you had enough fun?

Tang Li paused for a moment, then covered her mouth and let out a big yawn.

After that burst of mental energy and all the commotion of the night, the initial excitement wore off, and a wave of fatigue washed over me.

"Hmm..."

She leaned softly against Pei Yunjing's shoulder, nuzzling him like a lazy cat.

I'm tired.

She glanced at the civil and military officials below, who were so terrified they couldn't even cry, and curled her lip in disinterest:

"And...it's so noisy."

The climax of this play has passed; continuing it would be pointless.

"good."

Pei Yunjing gently patted her head, his voice tender:

"Since you're tired, let's call it a day."

"Um."

Tang Li nodded.

She leaned against Pei Yunjing's chest, her eyelids drooping, yet she still lazily raised her hand and casually waved it at the birds and beasts still reveling in the hall.

An invisible ripple of mental energy instantly spread throughout the entire area.

Alright, gentlemen.

The play is over, everyone can go home now.

The neighing warhorse shut its mouth, the parrots that were flying around folded their wings, and the rats and venomous snakes that were scurrying around suddenly stopped moving.

Those wild and untamed beasts behaved like a well-trained army that had heard the call to retreat.

There was no crowding, no stampeding, no chaos.

Flocks of birds flew out of the window in a line.

The horses on the ground marched out of the hall in orderly steps.

Even the rats and snakes quickly scurried back into dark corners and crevices, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In just a few dozen breaths.

The once chaotic Hall of Supreme Harmony was now a mess of animals, with nothing but litter and excrement on the ground.

"They...they left?"

"This...it's over already?"

The ministers collapsed to the ground, staring at the empty entrance to the hall, their lips trembling, wanting to say something but unable to utter a sound.

Is this the Regent's wife's method?

How could she be a demoness?

This is clearly a deity who governs all spirits!

"call……"

Tang Li looked at her masterpiece of clearing the area, closed her eyes in satisfaction, and found a comfortable position in Pei Yunjing's arms:

"Finally, it's quiet... Your Highness, the rest is up to you."

"Leave it to me."

Pei Yunjing gently tidied her messy hair at her temples.

Then, he slowly stood up from the tiger-skin chair.

He didn't look at the little emperor hiding under the table, who had already wet his pants in fear.

They also ignored the Empress Dowager, who had already been carried away and whose fate was unknown.

He stood on the high platform, casually straightening his bright red festive court robe and flicking away non-existent dust from the hem.

Then he lowered his eyes, his deep, abyss-like eyes coldly sweeping over the group of slumped, utterly disgraceful nobles below.

Now that the farce of "sorcery" is over, his queen has had her fill of fun.

So now...

It was his turn, as the regent, to settle accounts with these people.

He owes a blood debt for treason, poisoning, forcing the emperor to abdicate, and attempting to burn his queen alive.

"Someone come here."

Pei Yunjing's voice wasn't loud, but it echoed in the deathly silent hall:

"Seal off the palace gates."

"Tonight, the people in the Hall of Supreme Harmony..."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Not a single one of them will leave."