Modun captured the Xiongnu royal city in one fell swoop, with the Xiongnu people offering absolutely no resistance!
Their former king had returned.
Many wept bitterly, shedding tears of joy.
"Kill the Qin people! Plunder them all! Slaughter them all!"
Countless Xiongnu raised their fists and shouted, their morale soaring.
Modun dismounted, ascended to the highest point of the royal court, and looked down over the entire city. He roared, "Tell everyone, your Chanyu has returned!"
Instantly, the Xiongnu throughout the royal city erupted into a frenzy!
In the distance, atop a hill.
Huo Quji witnessed this scene. His heart sank, and a flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes!
"They intend to attack Great Qin?"
His voice revealed an endless chill.
"General, what should we do?"
A soldier beside him asked in a low voice, his face solemn.
The gazes of eight hundred soldiers uniformly turned toward Huo Quji.
They were waiting for Huo Quji's orders.
Huo Quji remained silent for a moment before standing up. Facing the fierce wind and scorching sun, he declared loudly:
"Since the Xiongnu dare to invade Great Qin, we will make sure they never return!"
His blood-red cloak fluttered in the gale, snapping loudly.
Retracting his long spear, Huo Quji was suddenly filled with heroic spirit.
"Let's go! Notify the Five Tiger Generals and gather all the old troops! We are returning to Great Qin!"
High fighting spirit shone in the eyes of the eight hundred soldiers as they responded in unison.
"Understood!"
The eight hundred iron cavalry turned their horses around and galloped toward the direction of Great Qin.
Huo Quji took the lead, rushing forward fiercely.
He was not the only one from the old troops of Great Qin.
There were also the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Generals and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Generals.
Almost every single one of them had a resounding reputation.
Ever since he parted ways with Qin Xiao in Northern Liang.
He had gathered a group of like-minded generals to root themselves in Mobei, hoping to achieve something great.
After all, Qin Xiao was now the Emperor.
Without having established any great merits of his own, wouldn't it be too embarrassing to go back?
It wasn't that they didn't want to return, but rather that the time wasn't right, and they cared about their pride.
Who wouldn't want to return home in glory?
.....
Meanwhile.
Great Qin.
Xianyang Palace.
"Report!"
"Urgent dispatch!"
"Great Zhou has sent a prince for a marriage alliance!"
"They are currently waiting outside the hall, ready to meet His Majesty at any time!"
The soldier knelt on one knee, panting heavily as he presented the intelligence in his hands.
Upon hearing this, the civil and military officials of the entire court widened their eyes, their expressions varying greatly.
Qin Xiao's eyes were filled with absolute astonishment.
What?
Did he hear that right?
Instead of a declaration of war from Great Zhou, they actually sent a prince for a marriage alliance?
This was simply too absurd!
"Since ancient times, a prince is the bloodline of a nation. How can he be easily used for a marriage alliance?"
Jia Xu frowned slightly, stepping forward to bow with cupped hands.
"Your Majesty, there must be something fishy about this."
The civil and military officials nodded in agreement.
"Exactly! There must be a conspiracy!"
"How could the Empress of Great Zhou be so foolish as to send a prince for a marriage alliance!"
They argued noisily, unable to settle down.
Undoubtedly, they felt that the Empress of Great Zhou couldn't possibly be that stupid.
A strange light flashed across Qin Xiao's eyes, and a sense of understanding dawned in his heart.
This woman of Wu Zhou was truly a piece of work.
To do such a thing, her head must have been kicked by a donkey!
He could see through the petty schemes of the Wu Zhou Empress at a single glance.
Qin Xiao pressed his hands down.
The officials gradually quieted down.
"Rather than guessing here, it is better to let them into the hall for a meeting."
"Men, summon the Wu Zhou Prince for an audience!"
His voice was calm, without the slightest ripple.
"Yes!"
The messenger soldier stood up and announced loudly:
"His Majesty decrees, summon the Wu Zhou Prince for an audience!"
The guards outside the hall also shouted loudly:
"Summon the Wu Zhou Prince for an audience!"
Outside the hall.
A young man dressed in a golden robe had an ashen face, his eyes hollow and wooden.
Even upon hearing Qin Xiao summon him into the palace to meet the Emperor, he remained unmoved.
It was as if his entire being had gone numb.
The old eunuch behind him frowned and gave him a hard shove.
"Prince of Yan, stop dawdling! The Emperor of Great Qin is summoning us into the palace."
Saying this, he lowered his voice, a joyful smile appearing on his face.
"Prince of Yan, your chance to go down in history has come! As long as you die, the entirety of Great Zhou will be enraged, and they will all avenge you!"
"When the time comes, the Empress will definitely dispatch troops to completely destroy Great Qin!"
The old eunuch smiled with extreme malice.
Hearing this, the Prince of Yan's pupils shrank. His whole person displayed a state of decadent ruin, the despair in his eyes growing deeper by the second.
He slightly raised his head, looking at the nine hundred and ninety jade steps before him. Moving his gaze upward, there was a magnificent and towering palace, where he could faintly see the young figure sitting on the dragon throne.
The Prince of Yan's eyes were red, his fists tightly clenched.
To him, this was not a path to meet the Emperor, but a road leading straight to hell!
Oh, the hatred!
As the last heir of the dignified Li Tang royal family, he was going to die here today!
After his death, the entire empire of Li Tang would likely fall completely into the hands of the Great Zhou Empress!
Yet he was utterly powerless to resist!
He could only be slaughtered like a helpless puppet!
"Prince of Yan, hurry up and go!"
The old eunuch urged. Seeing the Prince of Yan hesitating, a flash of impatience crossed his eyes. He grabbed the Prince of Yan's sleeve and dragged him up the steps.
The old eunuch also knew that his own death was certain.
But he didn't care in the slightest.
He was even thinking about how he would furiously curse Qin Xiao in a moment, and then die a heroic martyr's death.
He would leave his name in history and become an eternal loyal subject!
Anyway, he was about to die and had no descendants; leaving his name in the annals of history would be his greatest glory!
.....
The humble author kowtows to you, my dear readers!
Recently, my father was hospitalized. Hiring a caregiver was too expensive, so my grandmother and I had to take care of him ourselves, which delayed my writing.
I am so sorry, my dear readers!
The humble author kowtows to you all!
Please do not drop the book! Thank you for your support!
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