Thousands of miles of prosperity, the glittering lights of the Capital Fengyuan, all fell into ruin overnight.
White bones are everywhere, bodies piled like mountains.
Screams and wails spread across the land, chilling the heart.
This is purgatory on earth.
Xiang Chen indeed never thought there would be such a day.
Just like when he was ten years old, he never imagined Princess Yongning would die.
At that time, Xiang Chen thought, with his Imperial Elder Sister gone, who would sit on the Emperor's throne?
Yan Wang Hejia was actually the most suitable candidate, but if he left the Northwest, the Barbarians would certainly become restless.
Moreover, he personally had no interest in the throne.
Coupled with the dwindling offspring of Zhaozong, in the end, only he was left.
Xiang Chen was placed on the position of the supreme ruler.
Ning Zhaozong, during the final brief period of his life, turned him into a qualified successor.
