The Three Overlords of the Grasslands Are Crushed, the Empress Is Playing Us for Fools

"By the way, Mongol King, after we kill Qin Xiao and conquer Great Qin, should we carve up Wu Zhou?"

Modun suddenly asked.

His eyes shone with a sickly green, greedy light.

Compared to Great Qin, the lands of Great Zhou were far more fertile.

Noble families were everywhere, wealthy clans gathered in abundance, and it was much richer.

Plundering Wu Zhou just once would be enough to sustain their lavish spending for years.

After all, they had been eyeing the fat piece of meat that was Wu Zhou for a very long time.

Previously, after the Empress of Wu Zhou ascended the throne, their three factions had allied to attack Wu Zhou once.

That single time allowed their three great royal courts to taste the sweetness of victory.

They had planned to treat Wu Zhou as their personal treasury.

But who could have known that after the new Emperor succeeded the throne,

Wu Zhou would launch a direct counterattack.

They even overwhelmingly crushed the three great royal courts,

Forcing them to pay a massive sum in reparations and return the gold, silver, and jewelry they had previously looted.

Xieli Khan's eyes were equally greedy as he spoke up, "The current ruler of Wu Zhou is a female emperor; she is nothing to fear!"

"Besides, our armies are already on standby at the borders. With a single command, Wu Zhou's frontiers will instantly fall!"

"Mongol King, what do you think?"

Both of them turned their gazes simultaneously toward Temujin.

After all, Temujin currently possessed the greatest strength.

The two still wanted to seek his opinion.

If the three factions did not unite, they might not necessarily be able to defeat Great Zhou.

Temujin pondered for a moment. He looked at the two of them with a hint of hostility in his eyes.

He stared until their scalps tingled and they felt completely uncomfortable.

Then, Temujin's deep, resonant voice rang out.

"We are men of the grasslands, not unforgivable bandits!"

"We can burn, kill, and pillage, but we must hold the moral high ground!"

"The people of the Central Plains have an old saying: an army fighting for a just cause is invincible!"

Temujin gazed deeply at the towering mountain ranges piercing the clouds in the distance, his cape fluttering wildly in the wind behind him.

His entire being exuded the aura of an unparalleled conqueror looking down upon the world!

The people of the grasslands were naturally fierce and only acted on instinct.

When hungry, they would invade the Central Plains to burn, kill, and loot.

They were no different from uncivilized beasts.

But he, Temujin, was different.

He studied the culture of the Central Plains, was well-versed in military strategy, and harbored grand ambitions.

He did not want to spend his entire life on the grasslands, engaging in meaningless petty conquests.

His ideal, his ambition, was to secure a place in the Central Plains and become a true emperor!

A royal court was ultimately just a slightly stronger tribe.

What Temujin wanted to do was to break new ground and establish an empire of his own!

Modun and Xieli Khan frowned as they looked at Temujin's back.

"Such a great opportunity, and you actually refused!"

Both found it somewhat unbelievable.

Such a golden opportunity was rare in a thousand years, yet it was rejected.

This completely went against the nature of the grasslands.

"Heh."

Temujin shook his head and laughed.

He did not care in the slightest about their strange looks.

Instead, he said:

"The Empress of Wu Zhou has supported our million-strong army with provisions. Not only that, but also armor and weapons, not missing a single piece!"

Temujin could not help but sigh in admiration.

"Even though the Empress of Wu Zhou is using us, this king will engrave her kindness in my heart!"

In his heart, his favorable impression of the Empress skyrocketed.

He had always been a man who clearly distinguished between gratitude and grudges.

Since the Empress of Wu Zhou provided provisions and armor,

Then he would not bite the hand that fed him.

After all, the Empress of Wu Zhou had been so magnanimous.

If he were to commit an act of betrayal now, wouldn't he be worse than a beast?

Right at this moment.

A squad of cavalry came galloping over.

Leading them was a female general.

"Look, the grain transport officer of Great Zhou has arrived."

Seeing this group of people, Temujin had already made up his mind.

He thought about how he would thank the Empress of Wu Zhou in a moment.

The female general arrived in front of Temujin, pulling the reins as her horse neighed.

"Who is the Mongol King, Temujin?"

Her posture was extremely arrogant.

Her eyes swept over the three men.

Temujin frowned, and an indescribable surge of anger welled up in his heart.

On the grasslands, no one had ever dared to be so disrespectful to him!

But at the thought of the Empress of Wu Zhou's goodwill, he forcefully suppressed his fury.

"I am Temujin!"

He cracked his riding crop, and his fine steed neighed as he stepped forward.

"Did the Empress of Wu Zhou send you to deliver the provisions?"

"Leave the provisions, and go back to tell the Empress that this king will remember this favor!"

Although this female general annoyed him greatly, he still had to give the Empress face.

Hearing this, the female general suddenly laughed.

"What are you talking about? Provisions? I'm sorry, but this general has none!"

She looked Temujin up and down, her eyes full of mockery and disdain.

This was the so-called overlord of the grasslands?

Nothing special.

Hearing Her Majesty the Empress's name, didn't he obediently bow his head?

In her eyes, Temujin's peaceful demeanor and words of gratitude to the Empress were a sign of submission to Wu Zhou.

Temujin was the strongest overlord of the grasslands.

If even he had bowed his head, then what did the other two royal courts amount to?

Thinking of this, the female general became even more smug, slightly raising her snow-white swan-like neck in an aloof, superior posture.

Hearing her words, Temujin immediately furrowed his brows tightly.

Modun and Xieli Khan both widened their eyes in sheer disbelief.

"Why are there no provisions?! Is your Empress playing us for fools?!"

Modun was the first to roar in fury.

The scimitar in his hand left its sheath!

Gleaming with a cold light, the blade was pointed directly at the female general.

Without provisions, what was their army supposed to eat?

How were they supposed to fight a war?

After all, it was entirely because of the Empress's promise that they had marched out for this campaign without bringing anything, having prepared absolutely no rations.

And now she was telling them that the Empress would not provide the grain.

Wasn't this a death sentence for them?