The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 809 How Dare You Be So Insolent
Just then, a eunuch rushed in, knelt before Zhu Xiong Ying, and cried out in terror, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The Western Regions... the Western Regions have united again!"

The eunuch's voice trembled violently, almost as if he were about to cry: "The Western Regions... the various countries of the Western Regions, they... they have united again!"

Zhu Xiong Ying raised an eyebrow, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. These clowns from the Western Regions, if you don't nip them in the bud, they'll spring back up again; they really do forget the pain once the wound has healed. He slowly straightened his dragon robe, his tone languid yet undeniably authoritative: "What's the panic? I don't even consider those barbarians from the Western Regions a threat. Since they want to come knocking again, I'll grant their wish and let them see what imperial might is all about!"

"Your Majesty is wise!" the ministers shouted in unison, but their voices seemed to lack their previous confidence and were tinged with unease.

Zhu Xiong Ying took in all of this, a cold smile playing on his lips. These ministers were all shrewd men; just moments ago they were shouting "Long live the Emperor!", and now they wore expressions of worry. It seemed the Western Regions coalition was coming with considerable force. But that was what made it interesting; if it were resolved too easily, wouldn't it be rather dull?
"By imperial decree, gather the troops. In three days, I will personally lead the expedition to once again pacify the Western Regions!" Zhu Xiong Ying's voice was resounding and full of imperial dominance.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" the ministers shouted again, this time with a hint of sincerity in their voices.

Three days later, Zhu Xiong Ying led his army on a grand march to the Western Regions.

The army advanced with unstoppable momentum and soon reached the border of the Western Regions allied forces.

The Western Regions coalition was already on high alert. They had learned from their previous experience and this time they had united more countries and their forces were much stronger than before.

The two armies were locked in a standoff, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Zhu Xiong Ying, riding a tall horse, stood at the front of the formation, his eyes blazing as he surveyed the Western Regions allied forces opposite him.

"Western barbarians, do you dare to fight me?" Zhu Xiong Ying's voice was like thunder, echoing across the battlefield.

Among the Western Regions allied forces, a burly man with a full beard rode out on horseback. He was the commander of the Western Regions allied forces, named Ashina Gulipeiro.

"Emperor of the Great Ming, how dare you be so arrogant! Today, our Western Regions Allied Forces will surely cut you down!" Ashina Gulipe Luo roared.

"You think you can take me?" Zhu Xiong Ying scoffed disdainfully. "You're overestimating yourself!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Xiong Ying spurred his warhorse and charged towards Ashina Guli Peiluo like an arrow released from a bow.

Ashina Gulipe Luo was not to be outdone, and brandishing his giant axe, he charged forward.

The two instantly clashed, their swords flashing and their killing intent palpable.

Zhu Xiong Ying was highly skilled in martial arts, and although Ashina Guli Peiluo was brave, he was no match for him.

In less than ten rounds, Zhu Xiong Ying killed Ashina Guli Pei Luo.

The commander of the Western Regions coalition was killed, and morale plummeted.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhu Xiong Ying led his army in a charge.

The morale of the Ming army was high, and the Western Regions allied forces suffered repeated defeats.

In less than an hour, the Western Regions allied forces were completely wiped out.

Zhu Xiong Ying had won again. He stood on the battlefield, looked up at the sky and laughed, his laughter filled with pride and arrogance.

"Who else dares to fight me?" Zhu Xiong Ying's voice resounded through the sky, shaking the entire Western Regions.

The countries of the Western Regions were terrified at the mere mention of his name and sent envoys to sue for peace.

Zhu Xiong Ying accepted their request for peace but put forward harsh conditions.

The countries of the Western Regions dared not resist and could only obediently agree to Zhu Xiong Ying's demands.

Zhu Xiong Ying returned in triumph once again, receiving an even warmer welcome.

Upon returning to the capital, he immediately ordered a grand victory banquet. At the banquet, Zhu Xiong Ying got completely drunk.

He embraced the beautiful woman beside him, sang loudly, and fully enjoyed the joy of victory.

Just then, a palace maid brought a cup of wine to Zhu Xiong Ying and said in a sweet voice, "Your Majesty, this servant toasts you."

Zhu Xiong Ying took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Excellent wine!" Zhu Xiong Ying exclaimed.

The palace maid smiled slightly and poured Zhu Xiong Ying another cup of wine.

Zhu Xiong Ying drank it all in one gulp again.

"Your Majesty, you are drunk," a palace maid said with concern.

"I'm not drunk!" Zhu Xiong Ying shouted. "I can drink ten more cups!"

The palace maid covered her mouth and smiled, then poured Zhu Xiong Ying another cup of wine.

Zhu Xiong Ying took the wine glass and was about to drink it when suddenly, he felt a dizzying sensation, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness...

When Zhu Xiong Ying woke up again, she found herself in an unfamiliar place.

He looked around and found that it was a dark and damp dungeon.

"Where is this?" Zhu Xiong Ying wondered.

Just then, a sinister voice rang out: "Welcome to Hell!"

The dungeon reeked of rotting straw and rat droppings. The dim light barely illuminated the mottled walls, covered in damp moss. Zhu Xiong Ying rubbed her throbbing temples, trying to recall everything that had happened before she lost consciousness. The delicate palace maid, the fragrant wine, and the sudden dizziness…

"Hell? Ha," Zhu Xiong Ying sneered. Even in such a predicament, he maintained his imperial arrogance. "I'd like to see who has the audacity to imprison me in hell!"

The sinister voice rang out again, this time closer, seemingly right at the dungeon entrance. "It seems the Emperor hasn't grasped reality yet. Very well, let him experience the taste of hell!"

The heavy iron gate creaked open slowly. A tall man in black entered, carrying a dim oil lamp. By its light, Zhu Xiong Ying could see the man's face—a completely expressionless face, like that of a dead man.

"Who are you?" Zhu Xiong Ying asked.

The man in black didn't answer, but walked up to Zhu Xiong Ying and kicked him hard in the stomach. Zhu Xiong Ying groaned and fell to the ground, the intense pain causing him to curl up in pain.

"I am the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty, how dare you be so insolent!" Zhu Xiong Ying said through gritted teeth.

The man in black kicked him again, sneering, "The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty? Here, you are nothing!"

The men in black relentlessly punched and kicked Zhu Xiong Ying, causing him immense pain. He had never suffered such humiliation, and his heart was filled with anger and resentment.

"Who are you? Why are you arresting me?" Zhu Xiong Ying roared.

The man in black stopped what he was doing, looking down at Zhu Xiong Ying with a hint of contempt in his eyes. "You don't need to know who we are. You just need to know that your good days are over!"

After saying that, the man in black turned and left the dungeon. The heavy iron door closed again, and the dungeon returned to its deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)