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

Chen Futu led Qin Liangyu and Li Xiuning to Empress Molan's palace.

A solitary woman sat alone in the hall, guarded by more than twenty palace maids, whose eyes were filled with resolute determination.

The eunuch flattered, "Your Highness, she is the Empress."

With a click, the hall door closed, and a group of palace maids appeared and blocked the door.

Qin Liangyu and Li Xiuning exchanged glances and immediately drew their swords.

Undeterred, Chen Futu looked Mo Lan up and down and asked, "Does the Empress want to kill me?"

"The Prince of Zhenbei is renowned throughout the land. Today, I am merely fulfilling my mission. If I die at his hands, it is my fate."

Mo Lan was ready. Her personal maid was skilled in martial arts, or rather, as a noblewoman from a wealthy family, she naturally knew some martial arts, but she didn't usually show it.

Now that the capital has been captured, the crown prince has been killed, and the king's whereabouts are unknown, the queen, as she has no face to live, has arranged for a eunuch to send a message to lure the heir of the Prince of Zhenbei to this place.

Chen Futu smiled, glanced around at the palace maids who were eyeing him menacingly, and shook his head, saying, "Unfortunately, they alone cannot take my life. If you do nothing, I will not touch you."

Mo Lan grabbed the sword on the table and stood up, her face showing a look of determination to die. "Today, it's either you who dies, or I who perish."

"Your Highness, I was unaware of this!"

The eunuch who was leading the way immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, kowtowing until his head was bleeding.

Without saying a word, Chen Futu kicked him away.

Mo Lan stepped forward and stabbed the eunuch through the body with her sword, cursing in a low voice, "You disloyal and unrighteous eunuch, how could I not know your thoughts?"

The eunuch wanted to use her to exchange for a lifetime of wealth and glory; he deserved to be executed!

"It's quite surprising that the Empress can also kill people."

Chen Futu, with his hands behind his back, chuckled and teased.

After Mo Lan stabbed the eunuch to death, she pointed the blood-stained sword at him and shouted, "Follow me and kill him!"

Why bother?

Seeing a group of palace maids surrounding him, Chen Futu shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes.

This was followed by the screams of the women.

Qin Liangyu and Li Xiuning made their move.

The ambush didn't last long. When the hall returned to calm, Chen Futu opened his eyes again and saw that only Mo Lan was left in the hall.

Mo Lan looked around at the dead palace maids, smiled sadly, and held the long sword to her neck, about to commit suicide.

With a clang, Qin Liangyu's Mandarin Duck Swords knocked Mo Lan's sword away, then she grabbed her and dragged her in front of Chen Futu. With a kick, Mo Lan knelt at his feet.

Their eyes met, and Chen Futu grabbed Mo Lan's chin. She struggled stubbornly, but the more she struggled, the harder Chen Futu gripped her. Finally, her beautiful face was filled with pain. "Kill me if you want. If I were afraid, I wouldn't be a woman of the Mo family."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you do have some backbone, but unfortunately what's done is done, and no matter how much backbone you have, you can't change the facts. I'll give you a chance: submit to me, and I'll protect your entire clan. If you refuse, I'll spare not a single one of your chickens or dogs."

“I have heard that those who govern the world with filial piety do not harm the relatives of others; those who implement benevolent policies in the world do not cut off the ancestral sacrifices of others. Your Highness’s reputation is widespread and your prestige shakes the world. Can you be called a wise ruler?” Mo Lan asked, looking up with teary eyes.

Chen Futu said, “Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. I am a mortal enemy of the Longman, how dare I be so sentimental? Now that the Longman capital has fallen, the Empress should lead her troops to surrender as soon as possible to ensure the continuation of our lineage.”

“My Lord is merciful and does not wish to commit wanton killings, do you understand?” Li Xiuning rebuked from the side.

"The Crown Prince wants to dominate the Northwest and wants to borrow the strength of our clan. Why bother with such high-sounding words?"

Mo Lan shook her head and scoffed; she saw through it all.

Since ancient times, dynasties have been characterized by the rise and fall of powerful clans, and the Western Regions are no exception. Chen Futu did not take Long Jie seriously. If he could subdue the Mohists, the Northwest would be secured, and even if he left this place, he could still plot against them in the future.

Upon hearing this, Qin Liangyu pondered for a moment, then pulled Li Xiuning out of the main hall.

Li Xiuning asked suspiciously, "Sister Qin, why did you bring me out? What if that Mo Lan has ill intentions? Wouldn't that harm our lord?"

“How could our lord be ruined by her? But to subdue the Mo family, we must put our efforts into Mo Lan. Please wait here for a moment, I will go and meet with the Mo family.”

Qin Liangyu's implication was that Chen Futu should capture Mo Lan and give her a proper status. Once the Mo family saw this, they would no longer resist, and the Northwest would be pacified.

Li Xiuning suddenly realized what was happening and stood outside the hall like a female door god.

Inside the hall, Chen Futu sighed, kicked away the swords and knives on the ground, and wrapped his arms around Mo Lan's slender waist.

The latter struggled desperately, gritting her teeth and glaring angrily, "What does the young master intend to do now!"

Chen Futu said with a half-smile, "General Qin gave me a chance, how could I go against her wishes? Empress, don't blame me for bullying you."

"How dare you! You lecherous thief, release me now!"

Mo Lan panicked and struggled even harder.

Unfortunately, she was no match for Chen Futu, who picked her up and carried her into the inner hall.

Historically, Li Er was known for his obsessive pursuit of marrying his sister-in-law, earning him a bad reputation. He did this to consolidate his power. Now, Chen Futu, for the sake of stability in the Northwest, has no choice but to take this woman.

Then, Mo Lan's cries echoed through the hall, which then turned into screams.

Li Xiuning stood outside the hall, her face expressionless.

After a long while, the woman's cries subsided, followed by a long silence.

On the imperial couch, Mo Lanxiang lay there, drenched in sweat, her eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

Chen Futu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is the Empress satisfied?"

"You villain, you scoundrel!"

"Go ahead and curse, your people may not have your kind of courage."

"Now that Your Highness has achieved your wish, may you release my clan?" Mo Lan softened, her face full of sorrow.

“When we return to the Northern Frontier, I will give you a proper title and settle you in properly, but you can forget about becoming the Crown Prince’s wife. Also, your younger brother will be taken with you.”

"I thought the Crown Prince was a hero of our time, but I didn't expect him to be just like those tyrannical rulers, worse than pigs and dogs."

"Go ahead and curse me. When we return to the Northern Frontier, I will have plenty of time to discipline you."

Chen Futu touched her smooth face and then called out.

Li Xiuning rushed in and, upon seeing Mo Lan huddled under the covers with her shoulders exposed, understood everything. She lowered her head and asked, "My lord, what are your orders?"

"Have someone bring Mo Lan's younger brother over, so he can return to the northern frontier with the army in the future."

"Here!"

Li Xiuning accepted the order and left.

Upon hearing this, a trace of sorrow crossed Mo Lan's face. "May I leave now, Your Highness?"

"Why the rush? Tonight, I still wish to share a bed with the Empress. Let's continue."

After saying this, Chen Futu lowered his head again.

That night, Chen Futu tormented Mo Lan quite a bit, but Mo Lan was satisfied.

Compared to that old geezer Long Jie, Chen Futu was young and vigorous, masculine and domineering, and had many tricks up his sleeve. So she was less resistant. In the latter half of the night, she even tried her best to please him and clung to him passionately.

The next morning, Mo Lan nestled in Chen Futu's arms like a cat, her face still flushed and her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Chen Futu scoffed, "What, you want to come again?"

"Your Highness, shouldn't we be dealing with state affairs?"

"Come with me, and let your father see that you have not been wronged by me."

"I take orders."

What else can be done about the Cymbidium goeringii?

Since ancient times, the victor is king and the loser is villain. Long Jie was defeated, and no matter how noble her status was, she was just a spoil of war. Moreover, she had family ties to her family. How could she drag her entire clan down with her?

After a long while, Chen Futu and Mo Lan, dressed in a phoenix robe and exuding nobility and majesty, left the palace.

Dian Wei and the others were already waiting inside the hall. When they saw the two of them arrive side by side, they all smiled knowingly.

Especially since the dragon throne was right in front of Chen Futu at that moment, the generals were all very excited when they saw Chen Futu go over.