He couldn't stop the Song Army.
Nor could he retain the nobles who betrayed him or uplift the army's morale.
What remained for him was only death.
Yet as time went by, the Emperor had gradually become accustomed to the feeling of death, and now there was little emotional turmoil left within him.
Music continued to play.
Beside him, a concubine anxiously fed the Emperor wine.
Yelv Yanxi was not a wise ruler.
Although he had indeed bucked up due to changes in the situation, now he preferred to do the things he enjoyed.
As for the constant noise outside the palace, he paid it no heed.
Death... was not terrifying.
It merely needed a great fire.
In Yelv Yanxi's eyes, this was the most satisfactory way to die.
To die in this tender haven was not a wasted life.
Outside the hall, chaotic noises continued.
They were the sounds of panicked soldiers and eunuchs scrambling for treasures.
