After the Former Princess Became a Slave Overnight, the New Emperor Went Crazy

Three days ago, I was the little princess held in the palm of my father's hand. But now, the city is destroyed and the country is destroyed. Rivers of blood flowed, mountains of corpses and seas of corpses. The mute slave who once wrote with a red face on the snow that he would protect me for the rest of his life was riding on a BMW with a sharp sword pointed directly at my throat. The mute slave is no longer "mute". His voice is gentle and pleasant, but his words are ruthless.