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!
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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!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
