The Rebirth of a Concubine's Daughter and Her Heartless Lover!

Reversing the chess game, the choice of fate

The darkness before dawn, like an iron curtain, enveloped the entire empire. Shen Yiyao stood at the forefront of the battlefield, gazing at the sky stained red by blood and fireworks. Her mood was no longer the anxiety she'd felt before, but now calm and composed, as if she were immersed in a political game without the smoke of gunpowder. Even though her army had now secured the battlefield, the deadly undercurrent behind it still made her feel uneasy.

Zhao Yuanming's true plan gradually revealed itself, and she was finally ready to face all challenges. Her eyes gleamed with determination, knowing that this power struggle was no longer just a simple coup or military action, but a final decision concerning the fate of the entire empire.

"How is the battle situation on the front line?" Shen Yiyao slowly turned around and looked at Wang Shaowen beside her.

Wang Shaowen had never seen Shen Yiyao so cold and ruthless. He knew that this woman was no longer the innocent palace maid she once was. Her gaze had become incredibly sharp, as if it could penetrate all appearances and get to the essence of things.

"General, the main force of the Northern Frontier has begun to gather and seems to be preparing to launch the final round of attacks. But according to our reconnaissance results, they seem to be not fully prepared." Wang Shaowen replied with a hint of hesitation in his tone.

Shen Yiyao nodded slightly, a cold glint in her eyes. "Let's observe for a while. If there are indeed flaws in the Northern Frontier, we must launch a counterattack immediately." She paused and suddenly asked, "What about Zhao Yuanming's actions?"

Wang Shaowen frowned, feeling a little uneasy. "Zhao Yuanming doesn't seem to be making any major moves recently, but the situation in the palace is extremely complicated. I'm worried that he has already laid out some chess pieces, ready to tear out the heart of the empire at any time."

"He dares." Shen Yiyao sneered, "He dared to betray me at the most critical moment of the empire. He must pay the price."

Under her orders, Wang Shaowen quickly took action, thoroughly investigating all suspicious internal and external connections. Shen Yiyao knew that Zhao Yuanming's betrayal wasn't just manifested in the war in Northern Xinjiang, but also lay deep within the empire. The game between her and Zhao Yuanming wasn't a simple struggle for power, but a life-or-death struggle.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yuanming's conspiracy quietly entered its final stages. Deep within the imperial palace, he had been plotting for a long time, commanding a group of officials and generals to launch a coup d'état at Shen Yiyao's most difficult moment. All of his plans revolved around the foundation of Shen Yiyao's empire—her system of power.

"Shen Yiyao can't always defeat the barbarians in the northern border, especially since her rear is already in turmoil." Zhao Yuanming sneered, looking at the battle map in his hand that had been altered many times. "If she is defeated, I can immediately gather an army to overthrow her rule in the name of 'restoring order'."

Zhao Yuanming was full of confidence, but he failed to see through Shen Yiyao's deep determination and decisiveness. Although he had considerable support in the court, and even some powerful officials supported him almost willingly, he forgot one thing: in this struggle, Shen Yiyao was not just an emperor, she was the empress who controlled her destiny.

"If she loses, the empire will belong to me," Zhao Yuanming whispered, his eyes gleaming with cunning and greed. He had assumed Shen Yiyao's back was riddled with holes, but he had overlooked the fact that she had already prepared a trump card for a counterattack.

Just as Shen Yiyao had predicted, Zhao Yuanming's coup plan was exposed right under her nose. The palace spies had already passed on Zhao Yuanming's plot to her, and she had already begun secretly taking measures, preparing to deal a fatal blow to Zhao Yuanming the moment he was about to act.

Meanwhile, the barbarians of the northern border launched another all-out offensive, and Shen Yiyao's army fought back fiercely on the battlefield. She knew this war hinged not only on the fate of the empire but also on the survival of her own power. With ruthless determination and wit, she gradually dismantled the northern border's attacks. In the process, she gradually realized that only by completely eliminating the traitors within her ranks could her empire truly be safe.

The battle had entered its most intense phase, the Northern Frontier's offensive intensified, and Shen Yiyao's troops were already struggling with exhaustion. Her face gradually paled, but the resolute light in her eyes remained steadfast.

"General!" A cavalry commander hurried to Shen Yiyao, his face anxious. "The Khan of the Northern Frontier has personally led the troops in the final charge. Our defenses have been breached."

"Damn it!" A trace of anger flashed in Shen Yiyao's eyes. "All elite troops should be transferred to the front line immediately. Hold the defense line to the death. Never allow the northern border to break through!"

At this moment, her voice was low and resolute, as if giving all the soldiers a shot of adrenaline. Every general on the battlefield knew that this was not just an ordinary counterattack, but Shen Yiyao's last-ditch effort to protect the country and defend her own power.

At this moment, Wang Shaowen finally delivered the most crucial news: "General, Zhao Yuanming's conspiracy has been exposed. He plans to launch a coup immediately after the Northern Frontier Campaign. We must eliminate his threat as soon as possible, otherwise, if the coup succeeds, the entire empire will fall into deeper chaos."

Shen Yiyao took a deep breath and nodded slowly: "This time, Zhao Yuanming must be eliminated in one fell swoop. If he is not killed, the empire will never have peace."

She brandished the dragon sword in her hand, her eyes as sharp as a knife: "Notify all generals to launch an immediate counterattack! We must destroy the Northern Frontier's attack in one fell swoop and eliminate all traitors!"

As Shen Yiyao issued her order, the imperial army's counterattack came like a flood. Every soldier fought with all their might, as if behind them were not only the enemy on the battlefield, but also the god of death forcing them forward.

Shen Yiyao didn't look back. Her gaze was firm, as if she had already foreseen the outcome of this battle. No matter how powerful the enemy ahead, or how sinister the conspiracy behind, she would meet every challenge without hesitation and ultimately hold the fate of the empire firmly in her own hands.

"This battle is destined to be my counterattack." Shen Yiyao muttered to herself, her eyes deep, and the dragon sword in her hand shone with dazzling light in the sunlight.

Chapter 60: The Coming of Death, the Crack of Fate