After transmigrating into the villain's daughter, I lie down and win

The urgent military intelligence of 800 miles, after being passed through layers of transmission, was finally brought to an end by a messenger who died in vain for taking responsibility, amid the evasion of responsibility by many people who wanted to protect themselves.

The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly. When the news that rebels from all over the country were besieging the old general reached Chang'an, the actual enemy and our own situation had already changed countless times, and countless soldiers and civilians had died.

However, it was not until Chang'an was attacked and the real danger came that the emperor finally had the leisure to read the military reports he had received a few days ago.

Is there rebellion everywhere?
The old general is under siege?
Chang'an was attacked?
Are the aristocratic families fleeing Chang'an one after another?
Countless "accidents" mixed together. The emperor had not yet finished reading the memorial, but a scene of a crumbling building seemed to appear before his eyes.

No.

This is his kingdom, his world, and it should be eternal like him!
So what went wrong in Changan’s current predicament?

The emperor would not look for problems in himself. He looked around and saw the civil and military officials in the hall, the ones who used to fight to the death and get bloodied over whether Xiao Ji had the intention to rebel, now stood there neatly dressed, looking at everyone else, acting as if it was none of their business.

It’s these people!

It was these mediocre people with ulterior motives who almost ruined his kingdom.

Of course, those servants who took advantage of their favor and became arrogant, even daring to block urgent reports from the army, were unforgivable and deserved to be put to death. It would not be an exaggeration to execute all ten of their clans!
When the emperor is angry, blood will flow for thousands of miles.

This time, not only the ministers in the court and the aristocratic families, but even the close ministers serving the emperor were all killed.

A group of people died, and a new group took their place.

However, the blood in the palace has not yet dried. No one is naive enough to think that they have got the opportunity to rise to prominence. Instead, they will only tremble in fear all day long, anxiously waiting for the day when they and their loved ones will be beheaded.

But not everyone thinks this way.

They are of humble status, like dirt and grass. They seem to be submissive and fawning, always looking cowardly and harmless, but in fact they know all the latest news about what is happening in the palace.

Once the time is ripe, they will seize the opportunity and deal the heaviest blow to the person who has brought countless sufferings to the people of the world.

Just like what the little girl who saved their lives and was as dazzling as the sun said.

Prince and general, would you rather have a kind?
……

Just as Jin Yan and others predicted, although the rebels launched a surprise attack on Chang'an, the ability of the Chang'an defenders was not exaggerated. In just half a month, the 50,000 rebels were strangled to death in Chang'an.

Seeing that their 50,000-strong army was so easily destroyed by Chang'an, the other people who had already rebelled or were preparing to rebel became a little panicked.

Are the defenders of Chang'an really so powerful?

So should they resist or continue to charge forward?
Some people are heroic and are determined to get rid of the tyrant and bring peace to the country.

Some people are hesitant and try to please many parties and make bets, just to get a piece of the pie when the troubled times end.

Some people were frightened by the strangulation. They were a motley crowd to begin with, and after this incident, they all scattered like birds and beasts.

But there are also many people who, after truly seeing the situation clearly, chose to surrender to the north and sit under the shade of a big tree. They not only want fame and fortune, they want to survive, and to live with their families and many people who should not die.

……

A year flies by.

The new year begins, but it is colder than the old year.

Since the first heavy snow of winter, the brothers Xiao Buyi and Xiao Quji have been on the road, either transporting food or ensuring people's livelihood. Fortunately, the weather in the north has been good in the past few years. Except for the heavy snow and fierce cold wind in winter, there have not been too many devastating disasters in other seasons. In addition, with the help of various inventions that promote production, such as composting, seed optimization and improved agricultural tools, the grain harvest in the north has been great for many years, the people have surplus food, and the army can also be supplied with food and grass.

While they were busy outside, Jin Yan accompanied Princess Jinyang to inspect the situation inside and outside Beidi City.

After finishing the three-day trip, the mother and daughter rushed back to the palace at night. A letter from Chang'an broke the silence of the night. It was like the latest flare developed by the Mohist school, exploding in the ears of Jin Yan and her mother.

But soon, everything around became quiet.

The sound of hair falling can be heard.

Jin Yan quickly came back to her senses and immediately looked at Princess Jinyang, only to find that she looked normal, as if nothing had happened. But then she noticed that the hand holding the letter was trembling slightly.

"Aunt..."

Jin Yan gently grasped Princess Jinyang's hand, and was pricked by the cold touch of that hand that was usually warm and soft.

She moved forward, and leaned her body, which was warmed by the charcoal fire, into Princess Jinyang's arms, and said softly, "Mother, the letter only said that the emperor was assassinated, and there were not many words. Perhaps..."

Before she could finish, Princess Jinyang's overly calm and cold voice rang in her ears.

"Dead is best."

Jin Yan was not surprised to hear such an answer, but her mother's body was too cold and her emotions were too calm, which made her a little worried.

To her, the emperor is just the emperor.

A tyrant who was once wise and had made some political achievements, but in the second half of his life he was incompetent and caused unrest among the people of the world.

Such an emperor is dead when he dies.

However, if the emperor dies at the wrong time, it will make the world more chaotic and cause more people to die.

But for Amu, no matter what the emperor had done, he was still her biological father, and they were connected by blood, and this would never change.

Princess Jinyang's voice remained calm.

As if she suddenly felt cold, she hugged her caring daughter tightly in her arms, but her tone was as calm as before, "Since ancient times, many foolish and unjust emperors have been assassinated. He did so many wrong things and killed so many people, so he should have expected someone to come and kill him."

But no one expected that the person who assassinated the emperor was not a famous knight, nor an elite child of a noble family, nor a palace guard, but a palace maid who had been castrated, had a disabled body, a humble status, and had been bullied for many years.

A few months ago, a family was murdered in the north. The victims were a wealthy landlord, and the murderer was a servant. The wife was wrongly accused and committed suicide, the daughter was forced to death by the landlord's son, and the son was trampled to death by other servants for saving his sister. The man's family was destroyed and he could no longer bear it, so he killed everyone in the landlord's family.

After the incident, he did not flee, but turned himself in and explained to the officials the reason why he committed the murder.

At that time, Yan'er, who saw the case file, once said: Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Isn't this exactly what this palace servant did to assassinate people?
History makes no sense.

But history is also repeating itself with another kind of alchemist.

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The anger of a common man will cause blood to flow within five steps, and the whole world will be in mourning. (End of this chapter)