After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

“Your Majesty, Yin Jie does have feelings for me, but he also wants me to act as his guide to meet you. When I refused, he didn’t dare to be too rude,” Zhao Xi’er said, biting her lip.

"As I expected, if he harms you, I will kill him to avenge you."

Chen Futu pinched Zhao Xier's snow-white chin, and she blushed, shrinking into his arms as if she had no bones. "Your Majesty, I am afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

“Yin Jie said that I must submit to Fanlou, and if I do not agree, he will slaughter my people.”

"A pampered playboy who relies on his father's influence only dares to bully women. Don't worry, I will seek justice for you."

Chen Futu's personality became increasingly domineering.

Since his cultivation level skyrocketed after being empowered by the system, his speech, behavior, and temperament have undergone a transformation, making him increasingly resemble an ancient emperor.

Chen Futu invited Zhao Xier to stay overnight. It seemed like they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and Zhao Xier was very enthusiastic, dancing with her fair skin and delicate bones in a passionate embrace, her body covered in fragrant sweat.

What Chen Futu wanted to do was simply to improve relations between the two sides and take over the Western Regions without losing a single soldier.

As it turned out, her hard work had indeed paid off. Zhao Xi'er was satisfied and promised to lead her people to surrender and be incorporated into the Central Plains after resolving the matter of the Brahma Tower, praying for the protection of the royal court.

She is a smart person; she had no choice, either in terms of public or private matters.

Privately, she was fond of the King of the Northern Frontier; publicly, however, she was too weak, caught between the Western Regions and the Central Plains, and had no ability to protect herself. It would be better for her to rely on her own man than to rely on Fanlou, at least he would take good care of her instead of abandoning her after he was tired of her.

"My lord, will you bestow a title upon me?"

At dawn, a stunningly beautiful woman, completely naked, nestled in his arms, acting coquettishly.

Chen Futu pinched her smooth, soft waist and raised an eyebrow, saying, "What title do you want me to bestow upon you?"

"He shall naturally ascend to that honored position."

"The King of the Western Regions?"

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."

At this point, Zhao Xier had no more desires. Even after surrendering, she remained the nominal master of the Western Regions.

Meanwhile, back at the Court of State Ceremonial, Yin Jie didn't sleep well all night; he was furious.

Chen Futu didn't take him seriously, but what he said was true. If he didn't show his strength, others would just treat the Brahma Tower as nothing more than a roadside landmark. After all, the Brahma Tower was far away in the Western Regions, and its influence was nowhere near that of the ancient temple.

A monk's face darkened. "Young Master, you don't really intend to fight the Ancient Palace, do you? The King of Northern Frontier is deliberately instigating you to take action."

"Hmph, I know! But so what! He can break through the Asura Palace, so why can't I? You're looking down on me!"

"This humble monk had no such intention. I merely wanted to remind the young master not to fall into the Northern Frontier King's treacherous scheme."

"Say no more, my mind is made up."

Yin Jie clenched his fist. "Send a message to my father immediately and have him send the Six Vajra Warriors over. I, this young master, am determined to break through this hall!"

"Ah this..."

Both monks were numb.

The young master knew it was a conspiracy by the King of the Northern Frontier, yet he still jumped into it; he was truly very clever.

However, they knew their young master's personality well; he had been too pampered and was completely unaware of the dangers of the world. So, the two stopped wasting words and summoned a vulture to send a message deep into the Western Regions, hoping that the higher-ups of the Brahma Tower could stop this farce. Otherwise, if they really fought with the Ancient Palace, the six Vajra would be enough to give them a hard time, since this was on someone else's territory.

Inside the imperial city, Ake quietly approached Chen Futu and said, "Your Majesty, the Court of State Ceremonial has sent a message to the Brahma Tower using a vulture as a messenger, and it seems they really intend to take action against the ancient palace."

"I hope so."

Chen Futu ordered Dian Wei to send a message to the Ministry of Rites, instructing them to "treat" this distinguished guest well.

Seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Yin Jie did not cause any trouble. He just devoted himself to the pleasure boat, drinking and having fun all day long, and he became thin.

The two ascetics were extremely anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

The pleasure boat is a place that devours people without spitting out the bones. If this drags on any longer, the young master will either die at the hands of the ancient palace or on the belly of a woman on the pleasure boat.

Hua Yu came to report this matter to Chen Futu. The pleasure boat had recruited many top courtesans who had been displaced by the war. Those women had a firm grip on Yin Jie, and with Yang Yuhuan's seductive pipa music from the shadows, the boy was almost drained dry and had become unrecognizable.

"Don't kill someone, or there won't be any fun to watch next."

“I understand. As long as I give him nourishing food every day, he won’t die.”

After Hua Yu finished reporting, he returned to the painted boat.

After Chen Futu finished his official duties, Dian Wei approached him and said, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister and the others have prepared everything for your ascension to the throne. They will enthrone you in three days and bestow upon you the title of Holy Emperor."

"understood."

Chen Futu put down the official documents, stretched, and when he arrived at the Imperial Garden, he heard a burst of laughter.

Qin Liangyu then summoned Li Xiuning, Mo Lan, Yan Qing, Zhao Xier, Consort Ge, and the three beauties to enjoy the sights.

Chen Futu hesitated for a moment and did not go over.

These nine beauties each have their own unique characteristics; any other emperor would have been unable to resist rushing to embrace them on either side.

In fact, if Qin Liangyu hadn't been there, Chen Futu would have pounced on her too. However, it definitely wouldn't have been possible with her present. She was different from ordinary women; she would never have allowed the king to do such filthy things with several beauties in broad daylight.

Speaking of which, that idiot Guanxing has been gone to Beiwu for a long time, and I don't know when she'll be back. I miss her terribly.

"Eek, the King has arrived."

While Chen Futu was hesitating, Yang Yuhuan suddenly noticed him, rushed up to him, grabbed his sleeve, and pulled him into the garden.

The beauties exchanged glances and chuckled, their eyes burning with intense love, as if they wanted to devour him whole. Chen Futu felt goosebumps all over from being stared at by those wolfish gazes.

Imagine if they stripped you naked and threw you on the bed, they could suck you dry in no time!

No wonder Yin Jie looked so different; even the strongest person couldn't withstand him.

Only Qin Liangyu's eyes were deep and unfathomable. "Your Majesty, I've invited everyone here today for a casual chat. Have you finished your official duties?"

"Well, I'm done with this. I'm taking a stroll now."

Chen Futu sat upright, not daring to act rashly.

Throughout history, there have been many emperors who were afraid of their wives, so Chen Futu also left himself a weakness to prevent himself from becoming like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins and becoming muddleheaded and tyrannical.

Qin Liangyu nodded and personally served tea. Her every move was gentle and graceful, and Chen Futu became more and more satisfied with her.

Only she could handle this group of delicate beauties; no one else could keep them in check.

For the rest of the time, Chen Futu spent his time composing poems with everyone, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Moreover, with Qin Liangyu present, no woman dared to approach him and ask for anything.

In the late afternoon, Chen Futu summoned Qin Liangyu alone. She asked in confusion, "Does Your Majesty have some official business to attend to?"

"The Prime Minister and his cronies are plotting to have me ascend the throne. I plan to hold my wedding at the same time. What do you think?"

Chen Futu asked earnestly.

Qin Liangyu thought for a moment, "Since Your Majesty has made a decision, this humble general has no objections."

"Still calling yourself a lowly general?" Chen Futu teased deliberately. Qin Liangyu looked away and muttered, "I understand."

She finally changed her tune, and Chen Futu was overjoyed. He picked her up and spun her around a few times. She laughed out loud, her usual seriousness and caution gone, replaced by an extraordinary radiance.

Chen Futu was in a great mood and planned to take her out of the palace to buy some things. Although the Ministry of Rites had made all the preparations, he would grant her any request she wanted.

The two had just left the palace when the Imperial Guards brought news: "Your Majesty, Fanlou has kidnapped Jialan and seems to have issued a challenge to Prince Gu."