Chapter 1719: Chapter 821: Martial God! The Martial God of the Human World!

The Capital, within the Imperial Palace.

Because the Yan Army had already formed a siege against the Central State, advancing from several directions at an impressive speed, Sima Ke was at a loss.

He had no idea what was happening.

Where was the promised fanfare and congratulations, welcoming the royal army and giving him a dignified end? Why did Chen Yuan start preparing for war without any notice?

The march of hundreds of thousands of troops scared Sima Ke out of his wits.

Since receiving this news, he was restless, even dreaming of the army storming the city and chanting ’down with the tyrant’ in his sleep.

And his cheap father, Chen Yuan, was ignoring everything.

It seemed that the three of them, mother and sons, had lost their last bit of value.

Not deserving a dignified end.

Within the dim Golden Throne Hall, two trembling eunuchs knelt on the ground, not daring to lift their heads, knowing they’d be scolded by the Emperor. Recently, more than a handful of eunuchs and maidens had been executed for minor issues.

Shao Shao—

The long scarlet dress dragged on the ground, outlining a graceful silhouette, as Princess Pingyang glanced at the two eunuchs beside her, and with a stern face, stepped into the Golden Throne Hall, scolding coldly:

"What madness are you up to this time!"

The Emperor Sima Ke, eyes somewhat bloodshot and face weary, upon hearing this familiar voice, quickly looked up, asking in surprise and joy:

"Royal Sister... Royal Sister... you finally came."

After receiving that news, he repeatedly summoned Princess Pingyang to the palace, but received no response, and now the Master of Pingyang Palace held the reins of power.

Without her permission, he, as the Emperor, couldn’t even leave the Imperial City.

"Do you still resemble an Emperor?"

"I... I... Brother Emperor...." Sima Ke’s face changed several times, gloomy and uncertain, indeed looking more like a puppet than an Emperor.

"What do you need from me?"

Princess Pingyang walked up the steps and, familiar with the place, sat on the dragon throne.

"Royal Sister, did you hear about the Yan Army attacking the Central State from three sides?" Sima Ke’s face was full of a flattering smile, and one might think Princess Pingyang was the Emperor.

"I know."

"Then you?"

"King Yan always aimed to pacify the Central Plains. Now that Wei Jinfeng is dead, Wei Wuque has taken over, and the two states of You and Liang have submitted to Chen Yuan. Looking across the Central Plains Thirteen States,

only the Central State remains unclaimed, so taking action... is only a matter of time."

"No, Brother Emperor, that’s not what I mean. I mean to say King Yan acted without any notice this time, seemingly wanting to capture us all in one go...."

Sima Ke’s voice grew softer, but Princess Pingyang heard clearly, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly as she softly said:

"Your Majesty overthinks. King Yan is known for keeping his word. This action is just for show to the world. When the army reaches the Capital, he will naturally offer a peaceful surrender.

By then, everything will be as before."

"But...."

"With me and the Empress Mother here, what are you afraid of? Instead of living in fear, it’s better to curry favor with your birth mother. With her relationship with Chen Yuan, protecting your life is just a word away."

"Uh... You’re right, Royal Sister...."

"What needed saying, I’ve already said. As long as this is handled smoothly, riches await in your later life," the Master of Pingyang Palace said coldly.

An unwilling light in her eyes.

"With your words, Royal Sister, Brother Emperor is much more at ease."

"I have things to attend to, so I’ll take my leave."

"Take your time, Royal Sister. Let Brother Emperor escort you...."

"No need, reflect well on this...."

...

After seeing off Princess Pingyang, Sima Ke’s face still showed no relaxation, exhaling heavily, his eyes still anxious and unsettled.

Sima Ke intended to step up the steps to sit on the dragon throne for what may be the last time, knowing he might not sit on it again later. But when he looked up, he saw a figure already sitting on the dragon throne, looking down at him with an imposing aura.

"How dare you! Who are you to defy and usurp my position? Guards, guards...." Sima Ke’s eyes were full of rage and surprise, loudly calling for the guards outside.

But strangely, outside remained utterly silent.

"Scoundrel, I heard you’ve acknowledged Chen Yuan as your father?!"

Sima Yuande’s face was indifferent as he scolded.

"Who exactly are you!"

Sima Ke swallowed hard, nervously pointing at Sima Yuande.

"I am your ancestor!"

Sima Yuande replied coldly.

Sima Ke’s anger flared; even though his power was stripped, he remained a legitimate Emperor. To be insulted here was intolerable, and he cursed directly:

"I am your ancestor!!!"

"You bastard!"

Sima Yuande’s gaze hardened, and a whip materialized in his hand, lashing straight at Sima Ke, leaving a blood-red mark.

"Ah!!!"

Sima Ke was whipped to the ground, trembling all over.

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

The long whip cut through the air, relentlessly striking Sima Ke, the excruciating pain making him grimace and shout, his whole body shaking.

"Ah.... how dare you hit me!"

"I am the Emperor...."

"Emperor...."

Sima Yuande, unfazed, continued to beat him with force, as if this was the only way to quell his rage.