My Mother Was Murdered… So I Seduced the Emperor’s Sister for Ultimate Revenge!
Chapter 10 - A Bloodbath for the Empress’s Faction! The Capital Turned Upside Down!

Chapter 10: A Bloodbath for the Empress’s Faction! The Capital Turned Upside Down!

Chen Pingping stared at Ye Qingmei’s body lying in a pool of blood.

In the past, he had been the lowliest eunuch in the palace.

Everyone treated him like dirt, trampling on him at will.

Only she—that radiant woman—had smiled at him and said,

“Little Pingping, you’re a person too.”

She had treated him as a true human being.

A living, thinking person with dignity.

That respect was something he had never received from anyone else.

That warmth had been the only light in his cold, dark life.

Now.

The light was extinguished.

Young Miss was dead.

Killed by the maggots lurking in the shadows.

Chen Pingping’s skeletal fingers dug into the armrests of his wheelchair.

His knuckles turned a ghastly white from the force.

His chest heaved violently.

Not from grief.

From hatred.

A hatred so vast it could burn the heavens and the earth.

The world before his eyes drowned in blood.

The laughter, the warmth—all of it turned into the sharpest blades, slicing his heart to pieces.

Pain.

Pain that seeped into his bones.

Then came an icy, all-consuming cold.

He would make the entire imperial city pay for Young Miss’s death.

He would make those venomous snakes hiding in the dark suffer a thousandfold.

“Someone.”

His voice was hoarse, like the creak of an old bellows.

But it carried an unshakable frost.

“Bury Young Miss… with care.”

“Right here in the Taiping Courtyard.”

He paused, each word squeezed through clenched teeth.

“I will make this place the grave of every single person involved.”

Blood debts must be repaid in blood.

The entire imperial city—

Would run red with it.

…

Time crept forward, heavy with the stench of blood.

The night faded.

The faint light of dawn struggled to pierce through the lingering gloom.

In a secluded corner outside the capital, Wu Zhu held a swaddled infant.

The baby slept soundly, oblivious to the slaughter and sorrow around him.

Though his eyes were covered by black cloth, Wu Zhu could still sense the fragility of life.

Fan Jian arrived in haste, his face etched with grief and urgency.

In his arms, he carried another infant.

“Master Wu Zhu.”

Fan Jian’s voice was low.

“Take my child in exchange for him.”

This was the only way.

To protect the last bloodline of Ye Qingmei.

Wu Zhu didn’t hesitate.

He carefully handed the baby in his arms to Fan Jian.

Fan Jian accepted him just as gently, as if cradling the most precious treasure in the world.

This was Young Miss’s child.

Fan Xian.

Fan Jian then placed his own biological son into Wu Zhu’s hands.

A silent exchange.

A heavy burden.

“From now on, I will raise Fan Xian.”

Fan Jian looked down at the baby in his arms, his expression complex.

“I will treat him as my own.”

Wu Zhu nodded.

He trusted Fan Jian.

But then, something occurred to him.

There hadn’t been just one baby in the Taiping Courtyard.

There had been two.

Young Miss’s other child.

The one who had triggered strange phenomena at birth, chosen by the system.

Li Changsheng.

He was still in the Taiping Courtyard.

That slaughterhouse.

Wu Zhu’s body tensed.

Killing intent surged uncontrollably around him.

He had to go back.

Fight his way back.

And retrieve that child.

“There’s another.”

Wu Zhu’s voice was flat, but his resolve was absolute.

“I’m going back.”

Fan Jian stopped him.

“No need.”

His expression was strange.

“He’s safe.”

Wu Zhu’s black-cloth-covered gaze seemed to look at Fan Jian.

“Someone… took him.”

Fan Jian’s voice dropped.

“It was the Grand Princess, Li Yunrui.”

Li Yunrui.

That woman of unfathomable schemes and boundless ambition.

Wu Zhu slowly reined in his killing intent.

Though he didn’t trust Li Yunrui—

That woman was too complex, too dangerous—

At least the child was alive.

Alive was better than anything.

Better than falling into the hands of their enemies by a thousandfold.

Wu Zhu’s tense body relaxed slightly.

Young Miss’s children were both alive.

That was enough.

The two men stood in silence.

The morning breeze carried the faint scent of blood.

But it couldn’t dispel the sorrow and shadows in their hearts.

“Young Miss’s death…”

Fan Jian’s voice was strained.

“Who was responsible?”

Wu Zhu didn’t answer.

He simply looked silently toward the capital.

Fan Jian took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his chest.

“Could it be…”

His voice dropped further, trembling with disbelief.

“His Majesty?”

The thought was like a venomous snake gnawing at his heart.

He didn’t dare dwell on it.

Ye Qingmei had been the Emperor’s woman.

She had borne him children.

Could the Emperor truly be so ruthless?

Would he sacrifice her for power, for control?

He had no proof.

But his instincts told him this was no simple matter.

The Emperor’s reaction had been too ambiguous.

After the attack on the Taiping Courtyard, the sovereign had shown none of the fury one would expect.

That in itself was suspicious.

Once planted, the seed of doubt grew wildly.

Fan Jian felt a chill seep into his bones.

If it was the Emperor…

Then this scheme was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

Wu Zhu remained silent.

But Fan Jian could feel the air around him grow even colder.

“The capital… needs a reshuffle.”

Fan Jian murmured to himself.

Young Miss’s death would not go unanswered.

No matter who was responsible, they would pay.

…

Time marched on.

News of Ye Qingmei’s assassination at the Taiping Courtyard spread like a boulder dropped into still water, sending shockwaves through the capital.

Rumors and speculation ran rampant.

But soon, all voices were drowned out by something far more terrifying.

Chen Pingping, the head of the Overwatch Council, had gone berserk.

Since Ye Qingmei’s death, he had become an Asura returned from hell.

Under his command, the Overwatch Council’s terrifying machinery began operating at full force.

Black riders rode out in all directions.

Spies moved in the shadows.

The entire capital fell under the Overwatch Council’s oppressive shadow.

A bloodbath had begun.

Chen Pingping’s targets were horrifyingly precise.

Every faction connected to Ye Qingmei’s assassination.

Every person who had pulled strings behind the scenes.

None would escape.

The first to fall was the Empress’s faction.

The old nobles who had clung to the Empress, threatened by Ye Qingmei’s rise.

The officials who had secretly conspired to eliminate Ye Qingmei.

Arrest.

Interrogation.

Execution.

The Overwatch Council’s methods were swift, ruthless, and merciless.

No mercy.

No compromise.

Only cold-blooded slaughter.

The capital was thrown into panic.

The scent of blood permeated every corner.

The Empress’s faction was nearly wiped out.

Her allies were slaughtered without exception.

Every force that had conspired against Ye Qingmei was eradicated under Chen Pingping’s maddened vengeance.

As for the Empress herself—

She was stripped of all power.

Confined to the depths of the palace.

A prisoner in all but name.

This purge, led by Chen Pingping, left the entire capital trembling.

People finally realized—

Just how terrifying the man in the wheelchair truly was.

For Ye Qingmei, he would drown the capital in blood.

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