"Yan Cheng colluded with the enemy and intended to commit rebellion. The evidence was conclusive. His crimes were heinous, and everyone was executed. But because of the divine grace, his daughter Yan Ziyi became the God of War in Southern Xia and a general who protected the country. She had outstanding military exploits and was exempted from death. She was imprisoned in the sky prison and was later punished. I admire her!"
Before the words of Eunuch Li's imperial edict had finished, an uproar broke out in the court.
A group of ministers have their own agendas. The Yan family, one person below ten thousand people, has great achievements and great achievements. In the hearts of some treacherous people, it is expected that they will be destroyed.
Yan Ziyi sat slumped on the ground, his expression unclear. The former Southern Xia God of War had now lost all his vitality.
"Why?"
Pale but clear, it makes those who care deeply feel heartbroken, while those who don't care deeply feel happy.
The young king on the splendid chair had an expressionless face, deep and cold, unable to discern his inner thoughts. He looked down at the half-kneeling Yan Ziyi: "Do you have any objections?"
Yan Ziyi looked at Xuan Lin expressionlessly, and after a while, he laughed softly: "Thank you, Lord!"
I am willing to give my life in exchange for thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and thousands of miles of fertile fields for you, to protect you and live a happy life with you.