All the more so now—he finally had the rightful place to stand by her side, and for once, the legitimate right to claim her as his own. No other men hovering near her. No more rivals in sight.
His wish had finally come true. That was all he’d ever wanted.
But just as they were about to exchange rings, chaos erupted. Out of nowhere, a swarm of Zergs burst into the venue, surging forward like a living tide—heading straight for Rong Chen.
The guests gasped in horror. No one had expected a swarm attack at an engagement ceremony, let alone one targeting the Emperor himself.
This wasn’t a random strike. It was clearly a premeditated assault.
Panic spread instantly through the hall.
Most of the guests were nobles—powerful in name, but utterly defenseless in battle. Against the Zerg, they were nothing but prey waiting to be torn apart.
Still, not all hope was lost. After all, Marshal Xu was there.
There had never been a Zerg the Marshal couldn’t slay.
Even his political rivals now looked to him with desperate faith.
He was their only chance to survive.
Watching from the stage, Xu Linlang couldn’t help but feel a bitter kind of awe. In a true crisis, not a single person outside the Xu family seemed genuinely concerned for the Emperor’s safety.
Of course, her father—the Marshal—was acting out of loyalty.
The rest of the Xu family? They were simply performing.
Marshal Xu stepped forward, weapon drawn, carving a path through the chaos. Every Zerg that lunged toward Rong Chen fell beneath his blade.
Within moments, the air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, and his uniform was soaked through with it.
Meanwhile, Xu Gongyu took command, coordinating the soldiers and directing the counterattack. The troops responded with fierce determination, their morale soaring as they charged into battle.
Unlike the cowering nobles, these soldiers were true warriors—razor-sharp and unyielding.
The killing aura rolling off them was something those pampered courtiers could never comprehend.
It was only then that Rong Chen finally realized—without Marshal Xu, he would already be dead.
At that moment, he had no choice but to trust him.
And so, the temperamental emperor clenched his jaw and issued a single, decisive command—
“Kill every last Zerg! Follow Marshal Xu’s orders!”
The nobles were stunned. At first confused, then shocked, and finally—terrified. The Emperor wasn’t bluffing. He meant every word.
As the Marshal fought fiercely on the battlefield, a slender figure quietly slipped into the hall.
The frail-looking young man carried himself with a new, chilling aura.
His eyes locked onto the Emperor, who was crouched in fear behind a wall—and his lips curved into a faint, almost gentle smile.
But beneath that smile was pure bloodlust.
He stepped closer.
Then, without hesitation, the blade of light in his hand plunged straight through Rong Chen’s heart.
The Emperor’s eyes widened in agony as blood poured from his chest. He tried to call for help, but the blood filling his throat only let out a hoarse, choking sound.
He stared in disbelief at his attacker—then collapsed to the ground, unwilling to die but powerless to resist. Even in death, his eyes refused to close.
The sickly youth withdrew the blade, flicking it carelessly to scatter the blood.
Droplets splattered across the nearby tablecloth.
He looked down at the Emperor’s body, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
“His Majesty… is dead.”
The hall was still filled with chaos, yet a few people caught sight of what had just happened.
They couldn’t believe their eyes.
Rong Xia—the Emperor’s beloved crown prince—had just killed his own father.
Was it a sudden act of madness, or had he been planning this all along, even colluding with the Zerg to carry out regicide?
As realization rippled through the crowd, silence fell like a curtain.
Every voice, every scream—gone.
Because everyone understood what had just happened:
The Emperor of the empire had died—quietly, brutally, right before their eyes.
Countless horrified gazes turned toward Rong Xia.
And in that moment, they all realized—
They had never truly known this fragile-looking prince.
And they had no idea what he was about to do next.
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152