The emperor faked his death? Never mind, I will ascend the throne directly!

Cheng Qitian watched as the army he had painstakingly built was slaughtered by the five major camps like cutting melons and vegetables.

The defeat is already decided and there is no way to reverse it.

He was like a trapped beast, looking around in despair in the encirclement. His former ambitions were now like a punctured balloon, leaving only emptiness.

At this moment, Li Chengfeng walked out slowly from the city wall and looked down at the embarrassed Prince Gong under the city wall.

"Prince Cheng, I urge you to lay down your weapons and surrender."

"Since you have served the late emperor for so long and have made great contributions to our Great Qian, I will be lenient with you."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Qitian couldn't help but laugh out loud at how pathetic he was.

"A lenient sentence?"

"Li Chengfeng, stop pretending!"

"I, Cheng Qitian, have a great reputation throughout my life. How could I surrender to a mere child like you?"

"Even if I surrender, I will bear the stigma of disloyalty and injustice, and my infamy will last forever! Rather than lingering on, it's better to die and end it cleanly!"

"Oh? It seems that the prince has chosen to fight to the end?"

Li Chengfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "I know you're dissatisfied in your heart, thinking that I'm just a brat, how can I sit on the throne?"

"Do you think I don't know about your little actions in private?"

"Do you think I don't know that you are secretly contacting ministers in the court and intending to rebel?"

"It's a pity that you are too stupid. I have already seen all your actions. Your every move is under my control!"

"Do you really think you can overthrow my rule with just these few tricks? That's wishful thinking!"

Cheng Qitian's face turned pale. He didn't expect that Li Chengfeng knew his plan so well. He always thought that he had hidden it perfectly, but he didn't expect that he had already been exposed to Li Chengfeng's sight.

He stood in front of everyone like a stripped clown, being laughed at.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I have nothing to say!"

Cheng Qitian gritted his teeth, drew his sword from his waist, and held it across his neck. "Li Chengfeng, you win! But remember, I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

Li Chengfeng looked at Cheng Qitian coldly, without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was a resolute and cold statue.

The wind behind him blew up his clothes, as if whispering the end of this fate.

Cheng Qitian was already at his wit's end. His pride would not allow him to become a prisoner of survival, so he resolutely chose to commit suicide.

The last shrill cry echoed on the battlefield, Cheng Qitian's body swayed and fell, and blood stained his once glorious battle robe red.

"He chose this path after all."

Li Chengfeng couldn't help but feel a little regretful, but more of it was a calmness that he had long expected.

He knew that Cheng Qitian would not give in easily.

His experience from time travel and understanding of the plot allowed him to grasp all the developments earlier than Cheng Qitian, and in the end, he only had to wait for the outcome.

Li Chengfeng waved his hand lightly, and the five battalions and the Zhenguo Army moved as ordered, and no longer pursued the enemy army that had lost its backbone.

On the chaotic battlefield, the soldiers laid down their weapons one after another, their desperate faces filled with confusion.

At this moment, the commanders of the five major camps stood aside, each with their own thoughts, watching the development of the situation.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about Li Chengfeng's decision just now.

He could understand the emperor's choice. Keeping the enemy soldiers might turn them into friends in the future, but for now, such mercy seemed too slow.

"Such leniency will probably not be enough to deter those stubborn and recalcitrant people."

Qin Feng thought to himself, and although he didn't dare to say it out loud, he still showed his disapproval of Li Chengfeng's governance.

Wei Wuji on the other side secretly tightened the longbow in his hand, staring at Li Chengfeng with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

Although he knew that these remaining soldiers would not be able to achieve anything when defeat was already inevitable, he still felt that keeping them might not be a good thing.

He was not convinced by Li Chengfeng's strategy of giving a light sentence.

"Tolerance is not necessarily a good thing. If you are not careful, you may end up nurturing a tiger that will become a threat."

Wei Wuji snorted in his heart.

Shangguan Yun was a thoughtful person, but he did not express any opinions at this time.

With his rich experience, he understood that it was not wise to express his opinion easily at this moment.

He silently memorized every move of Li Chengfeng, waiting to savor the deep meaning of them in the future.

There was a slight change in Jiang Long's eyes. He did not fully understand Li Chengfeng's good intentions, but he knew that Li Chengfeng was an unfathomable person, an emperor who had a global perspective.

But what happens next remains to be seen.

"Let's see how Li Chengfeng handles this situation."

Xiong Kuohai's rough voice broke the brief silence: "If you lose, you lose. Winners are kings and losers are bandits. There's no need to talk about so much reasoning."

He had some complaints about Li Chengfeng's treatment, but he only complained in his heart and did not show it out.

The generals each had their own thoughts, but on the surface, they still maintained due respect and obedience to Li Chengfeng.

They also had to admit that it was because of Li Chengfeng's wisdom and skills that they were able to restore the glory of the Qian Dynasty.

Prince Gong's body lay quietly on the ground, heralding the end of a power struggle. The bright red blood flowed slowly along the ground, as if telling a tragic legend to the world.

"Gather the remaining troops, and those who are willing to surrender should not lose their lives!"

Under Li Chengfeng's command, the leaders of the five camps acted quickly and worked together with He Sheng to clean up the battlefield.

The bloody atmosphere on the earth gradually faded away, replaced by an orderly busyness.

Surrounded by the National Defense Army and the Five Camps, the once unruly remnants of the defeated army were now like rootless duckweed, throwing their weapons to the ground one after another. Most of them did not feel despair, but were just exhausted.

He Sheng commanded a team of soldiers to evacuate the defeated enemy soldiers to several pre-set isolation locations.

At this moment he displayed admirable calmness and authority, and his deep and powerful voice echoed across the battlefield like a night watchman's clapper.

"Don't move! Go forward and register one by one. Being disorganized will only make you die faster!"

At this time, Jiang Long led the elite soldiers of the five camps to roam around, checking the situation and maintaining order.

He did not have inherent hostility, but instead carried out the heavy responsibility entrusted to him by Li Chengfeng with an almost indifferent and professional attitude.

When he walked in front of each soldier, his deep gaze seemed to see through everything, which made the originally dissatisfied captives feel extremely oppressed and dared not make any rash moves.

Li Chengfeng stood on a high place, watching all this with cold eyes.

Prince Gong Cheng Qitian has already failed, but the struggle for power has not really ended yet.

He wants to completely eradicate all these hidden worries and bring new vitality to the Qian Dynasty.

However, there is still a key opponent who is out of his sight - the right prime minister Qi Daokun.

The name Qi Daokun pierced Li Chengfeng's heart like a dagger.

This scheming man has always wanted to sit on the throne of the Qian Dynasty.

Li Chengfeng stroked the gold-inlaid iron button on his waist, narrowed his eyes, and said solemnly, "Call He Sheng."