The First Tyrant of Daxia

The next day, Qin Yun left the courtyard with Isabella and returned to the palace.

Now, a gloomy cloud hangs over the entire Ptolemaic dynasty.

In the eyes of the noble officials, Flo's situation was already set, and there was almost no way for him to turn the situation around.

"Should we surrender?"

"Tsk... could you please keep your voice down a bit?"

"Am I wrong? How can we turn the situation around in this situation?!"

"Isabella is still too young. She can't compare to Frobie in commanding troops and fighting wars!"

"Who knew Flo was such a good fighter? I couldn't tell before!"

The officials were not surprised that Flo had rebellious intentions. After all, he had been in the dynasty for many years, and everyone was more or less aware of his intentions.

But not many people cared about it at that time, because in everyone's eyes, Flo was just a son-in-law of Cecilia's family, a complete loser.

Even though everyone knew that Flo might have other ideas, no one took it to heart. After all, who doesn't have a dream in life?

Who knew that Flo just had what it took to make his dreams come true!

After keeping a low profile for so many years, he finally achieved his dream, which is quite inspiring from another perspective.

"Her Majesty the Queen has arrived!"

As Michelle's voice came, Isabella slowly appeared in front of everyone.

The officials immediately fell silent, stopped discussing, and bowed down in greeting.

"Meet Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Meet Her Majesty the Queen!"

However, this greeting sounded so weak.

Most officials had already prepared themselves mentally for a change of dynasty, and now they looked at Isabella with a hint of pity in their eyes.

However, Isabella ignored everyone's gaze.

She looked around, her eyes swept over everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, yesterday's defeat is a great shame for my Ptolemaic Dynasty. This shame can only be wiped out with blood!"

"We must use all the power of the dynasty to fight to the death!"

Upon hearing this, the officials' faces changed and they looked flustered.

A fight to the death?

What do you mean?

Is Isabella prepared to perish along with her?

They all thought that Isabella gathered everyone together today to announce her surrender.

However, the development of things was completely different from what they imagined.

"Your Majesty, why don't we reconsider this..."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this kind of thing cannot be taken lightly!"

"A fight to the death, a war that involves the strength of a nation!"

"If this war is started and we fail, the current Ptolemaic Dynasty will cease to exist!"

The officials spoke up one after another, trying to persuade Isabella to give up her unrealistic idea.

Not to mention whether we can win, it is even a question whether we have the strength to fight.

The Ptolemaic Dynasty did not have many generals to begin with, and the previous destruction of the three armies resulted in the deaths of the few generals on the battlefield. Now the entire dynasty could not even muster many capable generals.

However, no matter how much everyone opposed her, Isabella always maintained her own way and was determined to fight Flo to the death.

The nobles thought that Isabella could no longer bear the pressure and started to give up.

"It's over, Her Majesty the Queen has gone mad..."

"She is still too young after all, and her ability to withstand pressure is too weak!"

"Alas, fighting to the death sounds good, but what can we do if a fight really breaks out?"

"Hurry back and pack your things, and prepare to wait for Flo to come and surrender!"

For most officials, there was actually not much difference between Florence ruling the dynasty and Isabella ruling the dynasty, as both were members of the Ptolemaic dynasty.

So when they were fighting against Flo, they didn't have much to think about. They were just thinking about how to surrender when Flo entered the city.

In the palace, Isabella came to the back garden.

"Sir, all the existing military forces of the Ptolemaic Dynasty have been mobilized."

Isabella looked at the man sitting in the gazebo and spoke softly.

After announcing the battle to the death, she, in the name of the queen, gathered together all the remaining troops of King Ptolemy and concentrated the power of commanding the troops in her own hands.

And now, she is going to hand over the last straw of the Ptolemaic Dynasty to this man.

In other words, this man was the lifeline of the Ptolemaic dynasty.

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed."

Qin Yun looked calm and called Mu Le over.

"Mu Le, everything is up to you."

Mu Le knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice: "I will definitely live up to your trust!"

Isabella was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "Sir, are you not going to take action?"

"Do I need to take action to deal with a mere Flo?" Qin Yun said with a faint smile.

With Mu Le's strength, if the soldiers under Flo did not have some strength, there would be no way they could win.

Even if something unexpected happened, these troops were from the Ptolemaic dynasty and there would be no loss to themselves.

Isabella opened her mouth to question something, but then closed it again.

Since I have decided to hand over the power to Qin Yun, no matter what Qin Yun does next, I should trust him.

However, when the officials learned that Isabella had actually handed over the military power to an Oriental man of unknown origin, everyone went crazy.

"Oh my God! Is Isabella really crazy?"

"Where did that Oriental guy come from?!"

"What the hell, when did our dynasty have generals from the East?!"

In their opinion, Isabella's behavior was just like an old man hanging himself because he was worried that his life was not long enough and he was afraid that he would not die fast enough, right?

Countless words of opposition came like feathers, and a large number of officials went to the palace, wanting Isabella to withdraw her order.

Although the final outcome may be failure, the ways of failure are always different.

This behavior of letting the Eastern general squander all his family's wealth is simply the behavior of a prodigal son!

Faced with everyone's doubts, Isabella completely ignored them and kept all the officials outside the palace. As for the documents of objection sent in, she did not even read a word of them.

Later, when there were so many documents, she even had to let officials watch as they were burned outside the palace.

On this day, the fire was raging, the documents were burned to ashes, and the officials were heartbroken.

"It's over! It's over!"

"The dynasty is going to fall! It's going to fall!"

"Isabella has gone crazy. The dynasty should not be handed over to her!"

The officials looked on as they watched the documents they had painstakingly written being burned, their faces turned pale, and the blazing fire could not even provide them with warmth.

In the flames, one could seem to see the dynasty gradually crumbling and finally turning into a basin full of ashes.

Isabella stood on the palace wall, looking down at the officials who were crying and wailing, without any fluctuation in her eyes.