The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Do you want to end all these tragedies in the world? Do you want the innocent people of Jurchen to survive?" A calm voice sounded in the night.

Zamu's dark pupils slightly raised, and he lay there motionless. He glanced at Qin Yun and suddenly laughed: "Hahaha!"

He laughed happily, crazily and sarcasticly.

"Old thing, His Majesty is talking to you!" Wuming cursed coldly and was about to step forward.

Qin Yun stretched out his hand to stop him, then squatted down and looked at Zhamu calmly: "What are you laughing at?"

Zamu sneered: "I laugh at you, a butcher, pretending to be a saint here!"

"Without you, there would be no war. Don't think that I don't know your purpose of supporting Wanyan Honglie in launching the war!" His eyes turned into hatred, and he attributed it all to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun was not angry, he just smiled and said: "You are wrong, this war, this time of devastation, in the end you are also responsible."

Zamu's eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Me? What responsibility do I have? My responsibility is that I can't kill those of you who hold power. You can easily kill countless people with just one sentence."

Qin Yun replied: "When Emperor Wanyan seized power, the cause and effect had already been created, but didn't you all turn a blind eye and pledge your loyalty?"

"Should Wanyan Honglie just accept his fate?"

"And Emperor Wanyan attacked Daxia, but you didn't stop him. Instead, you gave him advice. Isn't that also your responsibility?"

"Do I have to swallow my anger? Are the people of Muzhou not human beings?"

"I admit that the situation on the Jurchen battlefield has deviated from my expectations. To be more precise, it is Wanyan Honglie who has deviated from my control. His hatred is a bit excessive, resulting in the loss of lives."

"I am not afraid to tell you that someone in the Jurchen country is colluding with him to kick me out. The general who followed me in the battles lost his hand because of this. So I have decided to intervene and put an end to it all myself!"

Zamu's face changed. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't find any reason!

Both Qin Yun and Wanyan Honglie seemed to be the passive party, but what was wrong with the people?

He said bitterly: "You are reaping the fruits of your own actions! Even if the emperor's succession to the throne was not legitimate, at least the country is peaceful and the people are safe. You are trying to overthrow him, but one day you will become the one to be overthrown!"

Qin Yun sneered: "I am not here to tell you right or wrong. There is no absolute answer to this matter. The answers are already written in thousands of years of history books!"

"I just ask you, do you want to end this?"

Zamu sat up, stared at him with cloudy eyes, and said reluctantly: "Of course I do!"

"Okay, give me the formula for the Jurchen Qi Pill. I need it to control my altitude sickness. The Daxia army will end the war with war and bring peace to this country as quickly as possible." Qin Yun went straight to the point with a calm look in his eyes.

Zamu's face changed: "So this is what you were thinking!"

"Don't think about it!"

"You just want to attack and invade the Jurchens for your own benefit! I will never be a traitor, so don't even think about it!!" He was extremely emotional.

Qin Yun was spitted all over his face, and he almost got angry. He snorted coldly, "So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

"Your emperor uses the people as a shield, and Wanyan Honglie has gone mad, slaughtering people wantonly. I am at least better than both of them!"

"I treated all the Jurchen refugees kindly."

"But what about them? Humph!" he snorted coldly.

Hearing this, Zamu's face turned pale, his brain was greatly shocked, and he shook his head and said, "No, it's impossible!"

"How could they do this? They will be punished by God. Aren't they really afraid of the people's resentment and the uprising army attacking them?"

Qin Yun said calmly: "In fact, public resentment has already spread everywhere."

Zamu collapsed to the ground, his face pale and his eyes blank for a long time, as if his soul had been taken away.

In the darkness of the night, you can hear a pin drop, and the silence is eerie.

Qin Yun said nothing more. People like Zamu needed a reason to change their beliefs, and the current miserable situation of the Jurchens was the best reason.

No one except Daxia can end this quickly.

Wanyan Honglie is no match for him either. His actions have caused widespread public resentment, and wars will surely break out in the years to come.

After a long, long time, he raised his head, his cloudy eyes were red, and his hands were shaking: "You, how do you want to end it?"

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows: "If we use force to mediate, Emperor Wanyan will die, and someone else will ascend the throne, but that person will not be Wanyan Honglie."

Zamu gritted his teeth and said, "In other words, the Jurchens are the next Turkic Khanate?"

Qin Yun nodded calmly: "That's right, but there will be no more wars here. I'm sure you've heard about the rapid development of the grassland and the people living and working in peace and contentment."

Zamu slowly lowered his head and fell into struggle and pain.

Seeing this, Qin Yun already had an idea in his mind. A seed had already sprouted in his heart, and the more he pushed, the worse it would be.

"Think about it yourself. I will give you the privilege to visit the battlefield and the shelter for Jurchen refugees at will."

After saying that, he winked at Wuming.

Wuming quickly stepped forward and took the distraught Zamu away.

At this time, a rather elegant carriage slowly drove over. Qin Yun was slightly surprised. Dugu Jin? What was she doing here so late?

At this time, she got off the carriage in a palace dress. Her face was noble and mature, and her figure was tall. There was nothing impeccable about her.

"His Majesty."

Qin Yun stepped forward and frowned, "Aren't you feeling unwell because of your period? Aren't you afraid of getting sick by coming here to enjoy the cool breeze?"

Dugu Jin's face suddenly turned red, and he looked around, feeling extremely embarrassed. How could he just say such a private matter out loud?

This was because they almost shared a room with each other a few days ago, and she had no choice but to tell Qin Yun about these things.

Then, she adjusted her breathing and said seriously, "Something big is going to happen!"

Qin Yun's expression suddenly changed: "Big news?"

"Tongcheng?" he asked, his eyes sharp.

Dugu Jin nodded and took out a secret letter from his sleeve: "It was sent by Mu Chen. He asked me to tell Your Majesty that Wanyan Honglie came to Tongcheng in person and said that he wanted to talk to you in person. He also said that he would give you an explanation and hoped that you could temporarily stop attacking Guguan and the other two places."

"He knew that sending someone to see you at this time would only increase your anger, so he decided to go to Tongcheng. Mu Chen didn't dare to make a decision, so he had to send a message."

Qin Yun read the letter and sneered, "Humph, you can only believe half of what he said. It is true that he cannot communicate with me, but his plan to go to Tongcheng is also a disguised reminder to me that Tongcheng is still surrounded by them."

"Explain, what can he explain? Do you think I don't know about his little shit?"

As he spoke, he remembered the revenge of Yan Zhong's broken arm, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he got on the carriage directly: "Let's talk about it when we get back to the tent!"

Seeing that he was unhappy, Dugu Jin didn't dare to say anything more. He hurriedly caught up with him, took care of him and told his men to drive the carriage away.