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

In Shengjing, in a tent with a warm bonfire, the leaders of various tribes gathered together. The camp was filled with the rich aroma of wine and meat, mixed with the clamor of various ethnic languages, and it was extremely lively.

The tribal leaders present here all came to the capital to pay their annual tribute to Emperor Daqian.

"The tribute from the Wusun Kingdom this time is a night-shining pearl that has been passed down through generations in our country. This pearl is dazzling and priceless, and will surely delight Your Majesty!"

The leader of the Wusun Kingdom, a burly man, spoke with a loud voice, and at the same time patted the jeweled dagger at his waist as if to show off.

"Humph, what kind of rare thing is a night-shining pearl?"

"The tribute from Loulan this time is the most beautiful woman in the Western Regions. She is a talented singer and dancer, stunningly beautiful. I guarantee Your Majesty will love her!"

The leader of Loulan, a thin man with eagle-like eyes, took over the conversation in a sarcastic tone. He just glanced at the leader of Wusun and sneered.

At this time, the leader of the Kucha Kingdom, a gentle old man with a goatee, interrupted with his head shaking, as if he was the most tasteful person.

"You are a bunch of vulgar people, all you care about is gold, silver and jewelry, how vulgar!"

The tribute from our Kingdom of Kucha is a thousand-year-old painting, created by a renowned artist, with profound artistic conception. This is a true treasure of art!"

The leaders of other tribes also spoke up, vying to show off the tributes they brought, including rare animals and precious medicinal herbs.

There were also sharp swords and some people even brought strange and erotic techniques from the Western Regions, just to win the emperor's favor.

"Hey, I say, stop arguing. Our biggest opponent this time isn't each other, but King Yiwu!"

A short, fat leader with a greasy face suddenly spoke, with a hint of worry in his tone.

"Yes, the King of Yiwu actually claimed illness and refused to come to pay tribute. How audacious!"

Another leader echoed, a look of uneasiness on his face.

"In my opinion, King Yiwu is truly ill. After all, he is old and not as healthy as he used to be."

The leader of Kucha spoke slowly, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"fart!"

"I just received news a few days ago that the old Yiwu King took advantage of our visit to Shengjing to annex the neighboring Yiwu territory!"

"He's not sick at all, he's clearly feigning illness. He wants to take this opportunity to annex the grasslands. He has rebellious intentions!"

The leader of the Yi tribe, a tall man with fierce eyes, slammed the table and roared.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire tent fell silent. All the leaders looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Leader of the Yi tribe, do you have any evidence for what you said?"

"Although King Yiwu is ambitious, he wouldn't choose this critical juncture."

The leader of Loulan asked tentatively, although he was not sure about his own inference.

"Huh, evidence? My people saw it with their own eyes, how could it be fake?"

"The King of Yiwu has long coveted the throne of Daqian. Now that he has annexed the Yiwu tribe, his strength has greatly increased. I'm afraid he will attack us next!"

The leader of the Yi tribe said this with gritted teeth, as if it was his own tribe that was being exterminated.

The Yi and Yiwu tribes were separated by only a river. If the Yiwu tribe was destroyed, his group would be next. How could he not be anxious?

"What...what should I do?"

Some timid leaders have begun to tremble, fearing that they will become the next target of annexation by King Yiwu.

"What are you afraid of? With so many tribes united, how could we be afraid of just one Yiwu King?"

The leader of the Wusun Kingdom spoke proudly, trying to boost morale.

"That being said, King Yiwu has a strong army and powerful horses. If we rashly start a war with him, I'm afraid we will suffer heavy losses!"

The leader of the Kucha Kingdom said worriedly that he did not want to sacrifice his own people in vain for the so-called alliance.

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the palace, and the leaders of each tribe had their own thoughts.

Some advocated uniting to fight against King Yiwu, some wanted to protect themselves and wait and see what would happen, and some were secretly planning how to profit from it. The scene was in chaos.

At this time, the Loulan leader suddenly spoke up: "Everyone, in my opinion, instead of arguing here, it is better to wait and see how the Emperor Daqian responds to this matter."

"After all, King Yiwu's move is undoubtedly a provocation to Daqian. If the Daqian Emperor is weak and incompetent, it won't be too late for us to make plans."

The words of the Loulan leader were agreed by many people. After all, their purpose of coming to Shengjing was to pay tribute to Emperor Daqian, not to go to war with King Yiwu.

Rather than taking the risk of confronting King Yiwu head-on, it is better to first see the attitude of Emperor Daqian before making a decision.

Inside the Shengjing camp, leaders of various tribes were still arguing over the actions of the Yiwu King, completely unaware that the Yiwu border had become a living hell.

The wind carried sand and dust, raging on the battlefield, covering the sky and the sun.

The strong smell of blood, mixed with the neighing of war horses and the screams of soldiers, was nauseating.

The clang of swords, the whistling of arrows cutting through the air, and the groans of the dying intertwined into a symphony of death.

The soldiers of the Yiwu tribe fell down in groups like cut wheat stalks, and their blood dyed the ground red, forming shocking streams.

The Yiwu cavalry, like a group of bloodthirsty beasts, rampaged across the battlefield, leaving corpses everywhere they went, a horrific sight.

Broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground, and some soldiers were even trampled into meat paste by war horses, and their human forms could no longer be recognized.

The atmosphere in King Yiwu's tent was solemn.

King Yiwu covered his chest with his hands, his face as pale as paper. A feather arrow pierced his chest deeply, and blood kept gushing out, staining his battle robe red.

He endured the severe pain, but his eyes remained as sharp as an eagle.

"Father!"

A woman in military uniform knelt beside King Yiwu, tears streaming down her face.

She was none other than the only daughter of King Yiwu, Aimu.

She has a pretty face and a heroic look between her eyebrows, but at this moment, she is full of worry.

"Ayimu, I don't have much time left..."

King Yiwu's voice was weak, but it carried unquestionable majesty. "Listen to me, you must leave here now!"

"No! Father, I will fight alongside you and live and die with Yiwu!"

Aimu shook her head stubbornly. She drew the scimitar from her waist and looked determined.

King Yiwu grabbed Ayimu's wrist and shouted, "Nonsense! If you stay here, you will die in vain!"

"You must stay alive and take my last wish with you to seek refuge with the Emperor Li Chengfeng of Daqian!"

"Li Chengfeng? He..."

Ayimu hesitated. She didn't know much about the young emperor of the Qian Dynasty. She only knew that after he ascended the throne, he used thundering means to deal with many vassal kings and was quite loved by the people.

"He's our only hope!"

King Yiwu said in a hurried tone, "He is definitely not an ordinary person! Tell him that Yiwu is willing to submit to Daqian, and only asks him to protect my Yiwu people!"

"Father..."

Aimu wanted to say something but was interrupted by King Yiwu.

"Stop talking! This is my order! You must obey!"

As King Yiwu spoke, he began to cough violently, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.