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"Your Highness, with this kind of behavior... Are you trying to clear someone up, or are you trying to get rid of King Qin...?" Shen Ciying's cold gaze slowly moved up from the huddled dead body on the ground to the face of the person in front of her... The two of them looked at each other like this... "Sir... Shouldn't he die?..." The red lips parted slightly but without any warmth... The person in front of her didn't respond at all. He just stared at her current appearance stubbornly, as if trying to find the shadow of the past. "... In the eleventh year of Honghe, the current emperor succeeded to the throne, hoping to dedicate his heart and soul to the emperor's virtues to nourish the people and benefit the nine regions. In the eight years of Zhaode, the world has been as peaceful as he said, and everyone is grateful that he is a good monarch... But sir, you know... In the fourteenth year of Zhaode... Si'an, Ningzhou, Beipi and other places have been cut off, and the land is thousands of miles away, and officials from all sides have When the minister prayed for the divine favor and ordered the Ministry of Finance to quickly allocate rice, what did the emperor, who was in a high position and held the power of the world, do? ... In the fifteenth year of Zhaode... How did my mother's people die? ... How have I lived these years...?" When speaking excitedly, Shen Ciying grabbed the collar of the person in front of her and looked at him with red eyes... "... Ci Ying..." ……………… Intention: Power and Love