National Humiliation Avenged Before the Hall of Supreme Ultimate, Chen Qing Unleashed His Might Ten Thousand Miles Away

The thunderous hoofbeats of the Great Yan cavalry shattered the bluestone slabs of the Heian-kyō Palace.

Emperor Takaichi slumped on the steps in front of the Hall of Supreme Ultimate, clutching his chest, still trying to urge the Imperial Guards behind him to fight desperately.

Murong Xue slapped her horse's flank and charged forward.

With a sweep of his red-tasseled spear, he sent more than a dozen guards who had drawn their swords flying. With a flick of the spear tip, he severed the Achilles tendons in Emperor Takaichi's legs.

"Ah--!"

Emperor Takaichi screamed and collapsed on the steps, rolling and howling in agony while clutching his bleeding legs.

Gu Moran dismounted and helped Shen Ling'er up the steps, supporting her slender waist.

Because I just charged into battle on horseback.

Murong Xue's silver-scaled soft armor was slightly loose, and her collar was slightly open, rising and falling, making people's eyes glaze over.

Gu Moran patted her shapely buttocks beneath her soft armor, then turned and placed the " Sea-Calming " sword in his hand into Kim Seon-a's palm.

"Go, chop off that old bastard's head."

The national treasures and battle flags that were stolen from Goryeo are all in the grand hall behind him.

Kim Seon-a gripped the Sea-Calming Sword tightly, looked into Gu Moran's eyes, and nodded heavily with reddened eyes.

She turned and walked up to Emperor Takaichi. Hearing his tearful pleas for mercy, she didn't say a word more. She raised her sword with both hands, circulated the perfected White Tiger Gang Qi within her body, and slashed down with her sword!

Pfft!

Emperor Takaichi's head rolled down the steps. Kim Seon-a rushed into the main hall with a blood-dripping sword, ripped down the Goryeo royal White Tiger Battle Flag hanging from the main hall's beam, and held it in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

at the same time,

Xie Linyuan's loud yet polite chanting echoed through the streets of the eastern and western parts of Heian-kyō.

"Amitabha!

The Fujiwara Clan had a total of seventy-two members.

This humble monk will escort you all to see the Buddha in perfect order today; please do not thank me!

Boom!

The gate of the Fujiwara no Kōkyō's residence was smashed to pieces by the Nine-Turn Golden Wheel, and screams soon erupted from inside before falling into complete silence.

In less than two hours,

The residences of dozens of samurai clans and noble families in Heian-kyō, who were fanatically loyal to the imperial family, were subjected to a thorough "physical exorcism" by Xie Linyuan, who seemed to have gone mad.

The centuries-old foundation of Bushido in Wa

They were eradicated in this bizarre and merciful slaughter.

Ignoring the carnage outside, Gu Moran moved directly into the most luxurious inner palace of the imperial residence, initiating a thorough search and confiscation of the property.

Tuoba Mang and Zhen Meili, leading three thousand engineers and wielding massive iron hammers, smashed open all the golden statues in the imperial palace's underground vault and the Ise Grand Shrine shrine.

Boxes of gold bricks, silver ingots, pearls, and top-quality Japanese swords filled the entire Hall of Supreme Ultimate square, enough to fill three hundred large horse-drawn carriages.

Including the three million taels of Iwami Silver Mine, they amassed a staggering fortune of nearly ten million taels.

As for the Miaomiaozi and consorts that Emperor Takaichi had mentioned before, such as Zaozaozi, Gu Moran didn't even glance at them, finding them repulsive to the smell of raw fish.

He had Tuoba Mang string them together with hemp rope and stuff them into the rear army to relieve the soldiers' fatigue.

It was evening, in the inner palace study.

Gu Moran sat on a soft couch covered with a white tiger skin. Kim Seon-a, who had just finished bathing and changed into clean, plain clothes, knelt beside him, blushing as she wiped the back of his hand with a warm, damp towel.

No chest binding,

Gu Moran pulled her into his arms, making her sit on his lap. His large hand slipped inside her loose sleeve and gave her a squeeze.

"Having avenged your great grudge, shouldn't you repay me properly tonight?"

Kim Seon-a's body trembled, her breath became hot, and she was about to close her eyes and tilt her head back when...

The sliding door to the study was suddenly pushed open by Lin Qingdai.

Kim Seon-a was so frightened that she quickly shrank into Gu Moran's arms, but she couldn't bear to get off his lap.

Lin Qingdai pretended not to see their actions, threw a black-clad man with severed limbs, wrapped in a straw mat, onto the floor, and then presented a roll of names sealed with sealing wax:

"Your Highness, following the black iron plaque given to me by Zhou Yanru, I led two thousand naval troops to block those twelve hidden ships in the reed marshes of Osaka Bay."

All five thousand suits of heavy armor were captured, and all the Japanese soldiers on the ship were killed. This is the secret envoy from the Great Yan of Dayan, who was on board to provide support. We just finished interrogating him with a branding iron.

Gu Moran one hand still inside Kim Seon-a's clothes, while he took the roster and opened it with the other.

As the roster was pieced together with the previous confessions of Zhou Yanru and Shuangxi, a complete timeline of the treason was revealed:

The deposed empress of Great Yan Palace, along with Shuangxi's sister and others, conspired to use the prince being raised at Cold Mountain Temple to set a date for the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of next month.

Taking advantage of the change of guards in the capital and the Imperial Guard's banquet at Qujiang Pool, they used these 5,000 heavily armored elite soldiers in the suburbs of the capital to launch a coup, forcing the emperor to abdicate and poisoning him directly.

Erect the new prince to the throne!

Their plan to force Gu Moran to hand over his military power and return to the capital was to ambush and kill him on his way before the Dragon Boat Festival!

"What a fine banquet on the Dragon Boat Festival! What a crime of treason!"

Gu Moran the roster shut, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"If you count the days, there's less than a month until the fifth day of the fifth lunar month."

The order is to issue a decree that the entire army break camp at dawn tomorrow, and load all the gold, silver, treasures, three-eyed muskets, and Subduing Fire Thunder looted from Heian-kyō onto the ironclad floating fortresses.

We returned in triumph, crossed the sea, and marched back to Chang'an.

Let's give the lonely Empress in the Cold Palace a lively Dragon Boat Festival!

Just as Gu Moran was packing up millions of taels of military funds in Heian-kyō, preparing to return to Great Yan, thousands of miles away in the Great Yan, in the Tubo Silver City.

The fierce wind whipped up sand and gravel, pounding against the dilapidated rammed earth walls of Silver City.

The Tubo general Zhaxi Dawa, riding a sweat-soaked blue-maned horse, led 20,000 defeated soldiers in a disheveled charge into the north gate of Silver City, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Close the city gates! Quickly block the city gates with huge stones!"

In fact, on the way back from Great Yan territory, facing the main force of Yi Prefecture led by the Great Yan general Zhen Daijin, Zhaxi Dawa Dawa's 20,000 elite Tubo cavalry originally had the strength to fight.

The problem lies with the person tied to the front of his saddle.

Chen Qing, the former chief strategist of the Prince An's Residence, was sitting in the carriage with his hands tied behind his back.

It's said that even the most virtuous woman can be swayed by a persistent suitor.

Even the most fierce man is afraid!

Especially during the two weeks of retreat, Chen Qing was like a vengeful demon crawling out of hell.

During the daytime march of the army, Chen Qing would shout at the top of his lungs from inside the carriage:

"My favorite General Zhaxi, the commander of your left flank secretly ran three miles south last night. He was going to exchange secret signals with Zhen Daijin."

If you dare to fight head-on today, he'll chop off your horse's legs right after!

As they set up camp for the night, Zhaxi Dawa had just closed his eyes when Chen Qing spoke softly through the tent:

"Dear General, are you sleeping?"

Your younger brother is guarding the supply depot; I noticed the way he looked at you today was strange.

The people of Great Yan love to buy their commander's head with five thousand taels of gold. You'd better be careful, don't make me worry...