The First Tyrant of Daxia

If Qin Yun were here, he would definitely be shocked and speechless for a long time.

Wang Min looked at Qin Di with a loving smile on his face, as if it was the proudest and most outstanding work of his life.

Rubbed his head.

"Di'er, it's good that you understand."

"The Imperial Road has never been a stage for kind people. If your mother is gone in the future, you must remember that you can't trust anyone."

"As long as there is a chance, make sure your opponent never gets a chance to stand up!"

She never tires of teaching.

Emperor Qin also showed intelligence, showing his brilliance at the age of only eight.

He nodded heavily: "Mom, don't worry, I understand!"

"But mother, please don't leave me. I want to be with you forever, and never be separated."

Wang Minyan's expression suddenly changed, from amiable to cold and stern.

Directly scold: "You are useless!"

"A real man should aspire to achieve great things that will last forever!"

"Without your mother, you will not be able to live? How did your mother educate you?"

Emperor Qin was so frightened that his face turned pale and his eyes turned a little red.

"If you dare to cry, you will bear the consequences!" Wang Min scolded coldly, completely different from the perfect mother just now.

The educational methods are so extreme that they are daunting.

Qin Di was startled, and immediately forced himself to hold it back, clenching his little hands tightly.

He grew up under such encouragement, so he did not submit to anyone and did not get close to anyone except Wang Min.

Seeing this, Wang Min's expression relaxed a little.

A barely perceptible trace of heartache flashed across the depths of her beautiful eyes. She didn't want this to happen, but for the good of Emperor Qin, not everything could be measured by common sense.

Being born with such a fate means you have to endure things that ordinary people cannot understand.

Sudden.

Outside the huge chariot, a fierce horse galloped up and knelt down.

"Madam, the wise king is here!"

Immediately afterwards, the sound of another group of fierce horses rumbled from the military formation in the rear.

The person sitting there was none other than Zan Gan, the overlord of the Xiongnu. In the beginning, he was just a leader of a small tribe who was hunted down by his enemies and had nowhere to go.

Now, he has become the leader of the largest ethnic group of the Huns!

The sturdy body, the mighty armor, the luxurious accessories, are full of the flavor of power.

But at this moment, he was a little nervous.

He saw rows of spies not far away who were about to be executed.

"Shut up!"

"Holy Mother, I'm here!" He bowed respectfully and stopped outside the carriage.

The Holy Mother is an honorific title for the Huns and a belief of some tribes.

At this time, Wang Min came out. When she bent down, her figure was stunning, with perfect curves. A little more would be too much, and a little less would be too little, just right.

And she stood up straight, looking straight with her beautiful eyes.

Her temperament is enough to make many men feel ashamed. She is too sharp and strong, and full of edge.

What flickered in those beautiful pupils was murderous intent and cunningness.

"Are you ready for what you were asked to prepare?"

Zan Gan's face turned bitter. Now he no longer needed to look at anyone's face, not even the Holy Chanyu. But facing Wang Min, he would never dare to act casually.

"Our Lady."

"This……"

"I am definitely ready, but I still want to advise you to think twice."

As he spoke, he glanced at the execution ground in front of him which was filled with corpses and blood.

"Among those people are Saint Chanyu's nephews and many of his confidants. Saint Mother, aren't you being too disrespectful to Saint Chanyu by doing this?"

"If we go to war with other countries right now and there is a civil war between us, it will be bad for everyone."

As he spoke, he bowed and put himself in a low position for fear of causing dissatisfaction.

As expected, as soon as the words fell, the atmosphere on the battlefield with yellow sand flying in the air suddenly became cold, just like the coldest time of the year!

"Humph!"

Wang Min snorted coldly, her long black hair decorated with golden hairpins tumbling in the wind, looking extremely domineering.

"How dare the Holy Chanyu send these spies to sneak into my camp and wait for an opportunity to murder my child? Will I be forbidden to kill them?"

"I've put up with him enough in the past two years!"

"But this time, they planned to kill Di'er, which touched my bottom line!"

Her peach blossom eyes flashed with a trace of terrifying murderous intent, the kind that would not stop until the goal was achieved.

It was extremely terrifying when this happened to this woman.

Upon hearing this, Zuo Xian Wang felt a chill all over his body.

"For this matter, they really deserve to die!"

"But Holy Mother, what do you think about the current war? Once our relationship breaks down, can we still defeat the Western Alliance?" he said worriedly.

In fact, the Austin battlefield has long been in a stalemate, and both sides are losers.

The fight lasted so long because neither side dared to let go. Whoever let go and stopped fighting would be unlucky and all previous efforts would be wasted!

The breakdown of relations with Sheng Chanyu would lead to this situation.

Wang Min just smiled coldly.

"You think too complicated."

"Why do you think we haven't made any progress after fighting for so long?"

Zuo Xian Wang was stunned and looked up suddenly: "Is there something else hidden?"

“Of course.” Wang Min looked into the distance and said coldly, “The Holy Chanyu has not used his full strength, which has led to slow progress. He has always had selfish motives and wants to wear down our strength.”

"Recently, he has even begun to secretly contact people from the Western Alliance."

“What?!” Zan Gan was shocked, his features pale.

"Holy Mother, are you sure?"

Wang Min smiled coldly.

Zan Gan was immediately furious: "Son of a bitch!"

"This Saint Chanyu is such a piece of shit!"

"I was wondering why they always fail so often!"

"They actually dared to attack Emperor Qin this time. It turns out that they are colluding with the Western Alliance again!"

"What good will this do him? We are all Huns!"

His face turned red with anger.

Wang Min, however, was extremely calm.

"What's so hard to understand about this?"

“There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.”

Zan Gan gradually became panicked and looked uneasy. If the Western Alliance and the Holy Chanyu colluded with each other, wouldn't they be helpless?

"Holy Mother, what should I do?"

"What should I do?"

Wang Min was extremely cold, and clenched her jade fists: "Why are you panicking? Anyway, I was just using Sheng Chanyu from the beginning, and I didn't intend to let him or anything."

"This time, let's go all the way and let him go to hell."

The cold voice makes people shudder.

Zan Gan was stunned and his eyes froze.

Kill Sheng Chanyu directly?

His heart was shaken.

At this moment, Wang Min waved her hand gently, her bright red sleeves making her look extremely beautiful.

As she waved her hand.

At the execution ground in the distance, dozens of tall swords were raised up in an instant.

puff!

puff!

Dozens of people died.

They were all Saint Chanyu's confidants and close relatives. Their deaths basically meant that the two-year cooperation between the two sides had completely broken down.

The situation will be reversed again!

When Zan Gan heard the scream, he turned his head suddenly with a look of shock, and the scene was almost frozen!