A sword aimed at Wa's Heian-kyō, a plan to exterminate bloodlines in the name of great compassion

The Wa shogunate and the emperor possess irrefutable evidence that the Great Yan Emperor murdered his father and usurped the throne.

They held the Great Yan Dynasty in their hands for over twenty years!

"Your Highness, what are you looking at?" Kim Seon-a put away the geomantic map and walked over to ask curiously.

"It's nothing, just a few worthless bank notes left behind by Shōni Sukemoto."

Gu Moran calmly stuffed the silk back into the golden nanmu tube, then casually tucked it into his inner pocket, clapped his hands, and said...

"This mine is full of quicklime and the smell of dead people; staying here for too long will harm your health. Pass down the order: have Pu Yunshan take two thousand men to stay at the Silver Mine to inventory and seal off these three million taels of silver."

The rest of the troops, escorting the prisoners, will accompany me to the Tangshan Hot Spring Resort, ten miles away, to rest!

As evening fell, the army moved into a summer estate of Wa nobles located ten miles east of Iwami Silver Mine.

The manor is nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with a natural sulfur hot spring in the backyard, and is built in an extremely luxurious style.

Gu Moran had the manor completely surrounded, and then went to the open-air hot spring pool in the backyard to take a bath, washing away the smell of gunpowder and lime powder.

As soon as I changed into a loose-fitting, moon-white casual robe and returned to my inner room, a maid came in carrying steaming hot food and a charcoal brazier.

As night fell, four red clay charcoal braziers were lit in the main hall of the hot spring resort, making the room warm and cozy.

Gu Moran reclined on the soft couch in the main seat.

The paper sliding door was pushed open from the outside with a whoosh, Gu Moli walked in carrying a scroll of detailed map of the Kinai that had just been searched from the study of a high-ranking official.

She had just soaked in the hot springs in the side courtyard that evening, and instead of wearing the tight-fitting clothes she wore during the day, she was wearing a light pink silk yukata that she had stolen from a noblewoman from Wa.

The neckline of her yukata was already loose, and finding the room too hot from the charcoal fire, she tied the sash at her waist in a loose knot. As she moved, her full breasts bulged high against the pink silk.

A pair of delicate, fair feet, completely naked and rosy in color, peeked out from beneath the hem of her skirt, pattering softly on the wooden floor.

Gu Moran glanced at the gap in her eyes:

"Where did you steal these clothes from? You're not even wearing shoes. Aren't you afraid the cold will seep into your feet?"

"I just finished soaking in the hot spring, it's so hot, why am I wearing shoes!"

Gu Moli rolled her eyes, walked to the soft couch, spread the sheepskin map on the low table, and sat down next to Gu Moran's thigh.

Because of her bending over to lay out the pattern, the neckline of her loose yukata drooped down, revealing that she wasn't even wearing a bra underneath, her breasts swaying so much they were dazzling.

Gu Moran reached out and slapped her smooth calf:

"Sit up properly, move closer to the back."

Instead of straightening up, Gu Moli deliberately puffed out her chest, grabbed the charcoal pencil on the table, and drew a straight red line leading east on the map:

"Look at the map! I've checked the mileage with Yun Shuyue. From our hot spring resort, head east along the official road, passing through the Tamba Valley."

It's less than 200 li from Heian-kyō, the capital of Wa; cavalry could reach the city in two days with a forced march!

She tossed aside her charcoal pencil, picked up a peeled orange from the low table, stuffed it into Gu Moran's mouth, and clapped her hands, saying:

"Today, breaking through the Iwami Silver Mine. The soldiers pushed the blowers and moved the stones, which took a lot of physical exertion."

What I mean is, let's rest at the manor tomorrow, replenish the ammunition for the three-barreled guns and the Subduing Fire Thunder, and then, at dawn the day after tomorrow, lightly armed, we'll take down their stronghold, Heian-kyō!

Upon hearing this, Kim Seon-a, who was sitting on a wooden chair on the left side of the hall, stopped wiping her long sword.

She still had a white silk bandage wrapped around her shoulder, and had changed into a clean, Goryeo dress. Upon hearing the words " Heian-kyō," she immediately stood up, gripping her longsword, and bowed respectfully to Gu Moran, who was seated at the head of the table.

"Your Highness, the Princess is right!"

For decades, Wa has repeatedly invaded the coast of Great Yan attack, massacring hundreds of thousands Goryeo Korean soldiers and civilians. Even my cousin and Lord Bak were brutally murdered by them.

This is all orchestrated by the Emperor Takaichi family in Heian-kyō!

Kim Seon-a's voice trembled, her eyes filled with deep-seated hatred, " The Takaichi Imperial Clan is the root of all evil!"

Seon-a boldly volunteered to attack Heian-kyō in two days and uproot Emperor Takaichi's bloodline, leaving no one alive!

I will personally cut off the head of the Wa Emperor and bring it back to the Gaegyeong Ancestral Temple to appease the wronged souls of my Goryeo who died unjustly!

The room fell silent for a moment, then the charcoal in the brazier crackled and popped.

Just then, Xie Linyuan, who had been sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat at the entrance of the main hall, slowly opened his eyes.

His palms were wrapped in blood-stained bandages. He turned one of the sandalwood prayer beads in his hands, clasped his hands together, and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer:

"Amitabha."

Xie Linyuan raised his head, looked at Kim Seon-a's bandaged left shoulder, and gently advised:

"Princess Seon-a, Emperor Takaichi and the shogunate nobles provoked war and caused immense suffering, and they certainly deserved to die."

Two days later, when we attack Heian-kyō, this humble monk is willing to fulfill my promise and serve as the vanguard of the army alone, to eliminate all the chief villains in the court for the princess."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of Buddhist compassion.

"However, within the Wa imperial family, there are still many unmarried women, children, and infants who are ignorant of worldly affairs;

Within Heian-kyō), there were tens of thousands more ordinary samurai families who were fanatically loyal to the Emperor.

Heaven cherishes life, so we should eradicate evil completely and execute the ringleaders. As for the innocent women, children, and their families, let's spare their lives.

Good, good."

Upon hearing this, Kim Seon-a Sun-ah's eyebrows furrowed. Remembering the floating corpses in the Han River and the five hundred Goryeo children fed to insects in the grotto north of the city, she was about to retort:

" Young Master Xie, you are mistaken!"

When the Japanese pirates breached Gyeongju in Goryeo, did they spare even a single infant? Now...

"Hey, Seon-a, sit down first."

Gu Moran in the main seat, gently put down his teacup and gestured to Kim Seon-a, whose cheeks were flushed with excitement.

Kim Seon-a bit her lip, and although she was unwilling, she obediently sat back down in her chair.

Gu Moli, standing next to her brother, tilted her head and glanced at him. Knowing Gu Moran's mischievous nature all too well, she obediently shut her mouth and started peeling an orange.

Gu Moran turned her head to look at Xie Linyuan on the prayer mat by the door. Far from blaming him, her face showed a deep expression of admiration and agreement.

"Brother Xie truly deserves to be called a once-in-a-century Buddhist disciple of the Vajra Sect. Even after experiencing a life-or-death battle at Silver Mountain, he still has the well-being of all people in his heart. He has the heart of a Bodhisattva, and I admire him wholeheartedly."

Xie Linyuan was slightly surprised that Gu Moran agreed with him, and returned the greeting with his hands clasped together.

"Your Highness flatters me. We monks are compassionate and cannot bear to witness such boundless slaughter."

"That makes sense; it's about compassion."

Gu Moran nodded in agreement, tapping her fingers lightly twice on the low table, and asked slowly and deliberately, as if having a casual conversation.

"But Brother Xie, we fought our way from Dengzhou all the way to Iwami Silver Mine."

In your opinion, what kind of character do Wa samurai have?

Xie Linyuan thought about the scenes at Ghost Cry Shoal and the Silver Mountain Mine during the day, and answered truthfully:

" Wa samurai are brainwashed by the Emperor's Shintoism from a young age, and they are fearless in the face of death. Even if they know they will die, they dare to draw their swords and charge forward. They are extremely fierce and stubborn."

"That's absolutely right!"

Gu Moran slapped his thigh and leaned forward.

"These Wa samurai were brainwashed from a young age, regarding Emperor Takaichi as a living god in heaven, and considering loyalty to the emperor as their lifelong honor."

The day after tomorrow, we'll storm Heian-kyō. With one swing of your golden wheel, you'll smash their emperor and nobles into a bloody pulp.

What do you think will happen to those tens of thousands of ordinary samurai in Heian-kyō?

"This..."

Xie Linyuan hesitated for a moment,

"A subject dies for his lord. According to the rules of Wa samurai, the killing of the emperor would be a great disgrace to them, and I'm afraid that thousands of samurai would commit seppuku in the streets to uphold their loyalty."

"Brother Xie sees things very clearly!"

Gu Moran sighed, his expression turning one of utter heartbreak.

"Those big men shove the knife into their stomachs, snap, and they die a quick and painless death, thus preserving their reputation for loyalty and righteousness."

Brother Xie, have you thought about their families? What will happen to their parents, wives, and children after their deaths?