Kill! The Violent Aesthetics of the Great Snow Dragon Riders!

As Zhu Zhanjun whistled and leisurely returned to the central army tent, all eyes, without exception, focused on him.

"Where is he?"

Zhu Di's voice revealed no hint of emotion.

"Oh, Yesen."

Zhu Zhanjun spread his hands, feigning innocence.

"That old fellow wasn't behaving, he tried to jump off a cliff to commit suicide. I figured I couldn't just let him die like that, so I had my men pull him back."

"Turns out, the rope wasn't strong. With a 'snap,' it broke."

"Ah, what a pity. I originally wanted to get more information out of him."

He spoke these words with a light tone, but among those present, who was a fool?

The rope broke?

He was lying to the ghosts!

This was clearly him intentionally silencing a witness, no, destroying evidence!

Prince Han, Zhu Gaoxu, and Prince Zhao, Zhu Gaosui, heard this and instead of feeling relieved, a chill shot up from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads.

With no one to testify, they were indeed safe for the moment.

But a nephew who could, with a straight face, deal with the Grand Tutor of the Oirats in such an "accidental" manner – just how terrifying were his schemes and methods?

They had no doubt that if they had fallen into Zhu Zhanjun's hands today, their fate would have been a hundred times worse than Yesen's!

"Zhanjun!"

Zhu Zhanji, standing behind the Crown Prince, finally couldn't hold back his words.

He looked at his unfamiliar second brother, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Yesen was the enemy leader. This matter is of great importance. Even if he were to be punished, it should have been decided by Father Emperor and the three judicial departments. How could you... how could you be so rash?"

"Eldest Brother, you're truly wronging me."

Zhu Zhanjun looked aggrieved.

"I didn't punish him. He couldn't think straight and jumped off the cliff himself."

"I couldn't even stop him."

"You!"

Zhu Zhanji was so angered by his rogue demeanor that he couldn't speak.

He realized that between himself and his second brother, there seemed to be an insurmountable chasm.

The benevolence, righteousness, rites, and laws he believed in seemed so laughable and pale in the face of the other's absolute strength and unconventional tactics.

"Enough."

Zhu Di spoke, interrupting the brothers' argument.

He glanced deeply at Zhu Zhanjun, feeling an unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.

Ruthless! Decisive!

This was truly a son of the old Zhu family!

As for Yesen's death, Zhu Di didn't care at all.

He was just a prisoner. If he died, he died.

What was important was that Zhu Zhanjun had, through this incident, thoroughly intimidated those two disobedient sons.

"Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaosui."

Zhu Di's gaze shifted to his two sons kneeling on the ground, his voice suddenly turning cold.

"Although Yesen is dead, you two, for your lax military discipline, which led to the leakage of military intelligence and nearly caused a great disaster, is an undeniable fact!"

"I sentence you to have all your military posts stripped and to immediately return to the Capital City. You will be confined to your princely estates and are forbidden to step outside them without my decree!"

This punishment was undeniably severe.

Stripping them of their military posts and confining them to their estates was essentially cutting off all political prospects for both of them.

"Father Emperor..."

Zhu Gaoxu still wanted to argue.

"Scram!"

Zhu Di roared, directly silencing all his words.

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui's faces turned pale. Knowing that the situation was beyond their control, they could only retreat from the tent in dejection under the scornful gazes of the assembled generals.

After dealing with his two sons, Zhu Di's mood seemed to improve significantly.

He looked at Zhu Zhanjun and asked.

"Zhanjun, where are the Oirat remnants now?"

Zhu Zhanjun immediately opened the System map.

On the map, in the northwest direction, over a vast snowy plain, a red dot representing Yesen's son, "Bayan," was leading several thousand smaller red dots, fleeing west in disarray.

[Target: Bayan. Status: Fleeing. Destination: Timurid Empire border.]

"Replying to Grandfather, they are heading west. It looks like they want to seek reinforcements from the Timurid Empire."

Zhu Zhanjun pointed at the map and said.

"Timurid?"

Zhu Di frowned slightly.

He had always been wary of this massive empire that occupied the Western Regions.

"We can't let them get away!"

Zhu Di decided instantly.

"We must cut the grass and remove the roots!"

"Your grandson understands."

Zhu Zhanjun grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Grandfather, just you wait and see."

"I'll take my men and deliver some 'express mail' to them. I guarantee... mission accomplished."

With that, he didn't wait for Zhu Di to speak again, turning and striding out of the large tent.

"Great Snow Dragon Riders! Assemble!"

His booming voice echoed throughout the camp.

The three thousand cavalry, who had just finished a major battle and hadn't even had time to rest, gathered without any complaints into a grim formation, awaiting their king.

Hundreds of miles away on the snowy plain.

Bayan and the remaining three thousand-plus Oirat remnants were struggling onward.

Everyone was in ragged clothes, their expressions numb, like a group of walking dead.

The massacre at Hulu Pass had completely shattered their will.

That black demonic army had become an indelible nightmare in their hearts.

"Father, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

Bayan looked back eastward, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

He tightened his grip on the golden seal representing the Khan's authority, gritted his teeth, and continued westward.