The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

It was night, and the imperial city was bustling with activity. The streets were brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Beneath the bustle was dirty blood and a filthy, ugly face.

On the street, the Mongolian nobles leading Huang Qing and Cang Lang swaggered, with docile servants following behind them. When the pedestrians saw them, they all avoided them.

In this capital city, the Mongols were the upper class, the perverts the second-class, and the Chinese the lowest.

However, the number of Han Chinese with the lowest status was the highest.

Some of the hard-working Chinese lowered their heads at the sight of the Mongols walking on the streets, afraid of attracting their attention. In this capital, the Mongols could easily bully and humiliate the Chinese.

The brothels stood tall and gave the impression that the majority of the brothels were bustling with activity.

In this era, brothels were the only place where people played at night.

In the brothels, Han Chinese women were the majority, followed by golden-haired, blue-eyed, and enchantingly beautiful women (the color people referred to the people of the Western Regions conquered by Mongolia).

These women who had fallen into poverty had smiles on their faces as they greeted the Mongolian nobles that came and went. As for the smile on his face, it was hard to tell. Maybe some smiles hide sadness, maybe some smiles from the bottom of their heart, who can say?

These Mongol aristocrats liked the delicate and tender women of the Han nationality. They rode their horses to war and lived rough lives. The gentleness of the women of the Mongol race made them linger in their memories. Well, colored women also have a different kind of flavour, they are all more interesting than the big and round Mongolian women.

Tonight, there were hundreds of Han Chinese on most of the streets, but these Mongolian aristocrats did not pay much attention to it. The Chinese have no other merits, but they have many people. They wouldn't even be able to detect it if there were a few hundred more people.

As time passed, the Mongolian nobles were still intoxicated.

After finally getting off the horse, he should have relaxed a bit.

The streets gradually became deserted.

It was inappropriate to say that there were no passers-by because there were some sneaky people on the street. They were either three people in a group or five people in a group.

The moonlight was as gentle as a stream, pouring down from the sky and illuminating the weapons in the hands of these figures.

A man wearing a white robe and with a stern expression was walking in the moonlight with a sword in his hand.

The time of day was approaching. There was a Gongfu holding a lantern and beating the streets, shouting the words "dry weather and dry food".

A husband with good luck saw a man with a stern face who looked like he had been cut with a knife. The man had a cold and noble temperament, but he didn't dare to ask which family the young master belonged to. He just stood aside with his head lowered, watching as the man slowly walked in the direction of the Imperial Palace.

When the man was out of sight, the gaffer spat on his back and cursed the Mongol pawns for acting like a dog.

That's right, why would it be the noble Mongol aristocracy that would do something so despicable? Of course, it was the lowly Han people who did it.

When the time was right, dark clouds suddenly surged out, blocking out the moonlight.

The man holding the sword also walked to the entrance of the imperial palace. The corners of his mouth curled up as he whispered, "It's time to start a fire!"

As the sound of his voice faded, flames of fury soared into the sky. They were ignited from the high ranking generals' residences, mixed with cries, angry roars, and the clashing of weapons.

The man held his long sword and walked to the side of the palace gates. The purple blade easily cut through the walls of the palace without causing any movement.

With a smile on his face, the man walked into the palace. After choosing a direction, the white silhouette suddenly disappeared.

Within the capital city, flames soared into the sky, illuminating the dark clouds in the sky. It was truly dazzling.