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<scene id="Jinling_Tower_Bloody_Show_of_Force"> <narrator> Inside Jinling Tower, the melody of silk and bamboo instruments lingered in the air alongside the heavy reek of wine. General Weiwu and a cohort of powerful nobles sat huddled in a top-floor private chamber, drinking, laughing, and conspiring to use the nine-year-old puppet emperor as a weapon to legitimately execute Yin Xianyuan, the "traitorous rebel." The room was filled with clamor, packed with jackals gorged on greed. </narrator> <action> "Crash—" The carved wooden door of the private chamber was kicked to pieces, splinters flying everywhere. The music across the hall came to an abrupt halt. Dressed in a voluminous black robe embroidered with gold patterns, carrying the unthawed frost and chill of the frontier, Yin Xianyuan strode inside, flanked by hundreds of Black Armor Guards. His gaze swept over the nobles in all their finery, as though looking at a herd of cattle awaiting slaughter. </action> <dialogue speaker="General Weiwu"> Slamming his hand on the table, he rose with bluster masking his terror: "Prince Regent! What is the meaning of this?!" </dialogue> <dialogue speaker="Yin Xianyuan"> Chuckling softly, he casually picked up a wine cup from the table, twirling it between his fingertips. His voice was not loud, yet it struck heavily upon everyone's heart: "This general of mine was just plotting to murder this prince in His Majesty's name. What punishment should such treason warrant?" </dialogue> <action> Yin Xianyuan slowly poured out the wine from his cup, letting it pool with the wood splinters on the floor. He stepped back and sat down in an armchair, crossing his long legs and looking down coldly at General Weiwu. The room fell dead silent, the air thick with suffocating dread. </action> <dialogue speaker="Yin Xianyuan"> Tapping his fingertips lightly against the armrest, his tone was calm to the point of sending shivers down one's spine: "Drag him down. To all of you indulging in pleasure at Jinling Tower today, keep your eyes wide open and watch closely—this is the fate of those who throw the imperial court into chaos. Flay his skin, tear apart his bones!" </dialogue> <action> Two Black Armor Guards stepped forward like wraiths and pinned General Weiwu down. Bloodcurdling screams instantly tore through the night sky of Jinling Tower, shattering its opulent revelry. The nobles turned ashen; some could not help but dry-heave, yet under the sweeping glares of the Black Armor Guards' blades, they forced the vomit back down their throats, staring transfixed as the pool of blood slowly dyed the sumptuous Persian rug red. Seated on the raised platform, Yin Xianyuan accepted a cup of cold tea handed by an attendant, watching the brutal punishment with an utterly impassive face. </action> <narrator> Blood seeped across the floorboards of Jinling Tower, mingling with the scent of cosmetic powder and fine delicacies, curdling into a flavor named "despair." In this Asura's arena of power, Yin Xianyuan stood at the highest peak, and in the entire hall of nobles, not a single soul dared meet his eyes. </narrator> </scene>