Li Tianfu's consciousness was beginning to blur. It was almost with her last ounce of strength that she managed to sit on the Dragon Throne, her gaze directed toward the main entrance of the hall, tears seemingly welling up in her eyes, gradually blurring her vision. She couldn't help but sigh, "A heart filled with a desire to support the state, but no power to turn the tide..."
As her words fell, the light in her pupils dispersed and vanished.
"Your Majesty..." The Xiliang soldiers in the hall knelt and wept bitterly.
Some soldiers picked up their blades and shouted, "General! Your Majesty... I have come to follow Your Majesty and the General!"
After speaking, they slit their throats.
That night, fires blazed across Yunjing City as captives surrendered everywhere, yet the main hall of the besieged Imperial Palace, cornered by the Ninth Prince of Yan and Bai Qingyu, saw no surrenders and no survivors.
