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

"What is the situation in the city now?" Chen Futu sat firmly on the dragon throne, exuding majesty.

The generals were overjoyed at the sight. Li Huaifeng immediately stepped forward and said, "The King of Zhao is on his way. As for the rebellion in the city, it has been quelled. I have issued the documents as you instructed, and the people are now able to go out."

"The Dragon Barbarian Kingdom has fallen into my hands, but there are still troops in other cities and passes, so we still need to be wary of them."

"My lord, do you intend to hand over the capital to the ruler of Zhao?" Guan Yu asked.

"We have gone on a long and arduous expedition just to show off the power of the Western Regions. Now that we have achieved our goal, it is time to return. It is reasonable to leave the Zhao Kingdom to guard this place, especially with the support of the local powerful clans."

Chen Futu's meaning was clear: he would give the capital to Zhao Xier as a favor, since the two already had that relationship, and it wouldn't be difficult to subdue her later. Besides, this place was too far from Longcheng, making it difficult to manage.

Next, Chen Futu met Mo Lan's father, Mo Shan.

Seeing Mo Lan's obedient demeanor beside Chen Futu, the latter understood everything. Coupled with Chen Futu's renowned reputation and outstanding achievements, he immediately declared that the Mo family was willing to submit.

Chen Futu appointed Moshan as the prefect of the city, and he temporarily came under the command of Zhao Xier.

"Thank you, Your Highness! I will certainly do my utmost to cooperate with your assignment!"

Mo Shan laughed so hard his mouth was crooked.

His appointment as governor was practically equivalent to that of a local emperor. He was nominally under the control of Zhao Xier, but in reality, he was working for the northern frontier. However, the northern frontier was far from the emperor's reach, and he could enjoy his time before Chen Futu's army launched another campaign against the Western Regions.

Mo Lan was greatly disappointed by her father's attitude. She knew in her heart that her father's words represented the attitude of the entire clan.

The last glimmer of hope she had left to resist vanished.

After the banquet, Chen Futu arranged for him and his daughter to meet alone.

Qin Liangyu thought to herself, "Isn't the young master afraid of them colluding?"

"Mo Shan is not arrogant enough to dare to oppose me. When I dominate the Central Plains and conquer the Western Regions, all the hidden dangers will be eliminated one by one."

Chen Futu made his stance clear, and the generals exchanged glances without objection.

On the other side, Mo Lan cried incessantly after seeing Mo Shan.

Mo Shan, annoyed by the crying, retorted, "What are you crying about? Does that old bastard Long Jie compare to the Prince of Zhenbei? You should be grateful that he coveted your beauty, otherwise wouldn't our clan be in danger?"

"The father wants his daughter to submit to a thief!"

"Don't talk nonsense. The Prince of Zhenbei has great ambitions. If he were to vie for the Central Plains and become the ruler of the world, our clan could rise to another level because of you. If you return to the Northern Frontier and serve him diligently, and if you give birth to a son or daughter, you might be able to scheme for that position in the future."

"My daughter understands..."

Mo Lan bowed her head and sighed.

She should have realized it long ago; the fact that her father sent her to the palace meant that she was merely a tool.

Over the next few days, Chen Futu stayed overnight in the palace, spending his days indulging in illicit relations with Mo Lan, and the two became increasingly intimate.

The generals were also aware of Chen Futu's attitude; it was to appease the nobles of the Western Regions.

When Zhao Xier arrived with her army, Chen Futu entrusted everything to her.

When Zhao Xier saw Mo Lan, she said with disgust, "The young master is truly indiscriminate in his hunger."

"You want it too?"

Chen Futu deliberately provoked Zhao Xier, making her blush with embarrassment.

That night, the two of them ended up together. It was Chen Futu who took the initiative to invite her. If he didn't "teach her a lesson," how could she remember this "deep affection" and leave in peace when he left?

After two days, Zhao Xier was also quite exhausted, and she didn't come out to see Chen Futu off on the day he left.

"Report!"

Not long after the army left, the personal guards came to deliver the message.

"Your Highness, Long Jie led his remaining troops into the city in an attempt to collude with the Mo family, but he was captured by the Mo clan chief and has been brought here."

Upon hearing this, Chen Futu laughed loudly and then stopped the army.

Half a day later, Long Jie, with disheveled hair, was tied up and thrown in front of Chen Futu.

Long Jie looked up at the luxurious carriage, his eyes filled with anger and rage.

Chen Futu lifted the curtain and looked at him with a smile, "Your Majesty, it's been a long time. I told you I would give you a big surprise. How is it? Are you satisfied with this surprise?"

"Bitch!"

When Long Jie saw that Empress Mo Lan was also in the carriage, he immediately flew into a rage, his eyes turning red. In particular, Chen Futu deliberately held Mo Lan's small hand and stroked it, which made him even more furious.

Mo Lan said coldly, "Your Majesty, I thought you had died in the chaos of war."

"What a bunch of Mohists! I have always prided myself on treating you well, so why have you rebelled!"

"A man who can't even protect his own woman, what right do you have to yell at me?"

"you!"

Long Jie was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

Mo Lan is no longer his empress, but Chen Futu's concubine.

Chen Futu had long suspected that Long Jie would return to the capital to discuss the rebellion with the Mo family, so he conspired with Mo Shan. Mo Shan then took the initiative and offered to help Long Jie get rid of Zhao Xier and regain power. As expected, Long Jie fell into the trap and delivered himself to their doorstep.

Thinking of this, Chen Futu embraced Mo Lan's soft waist and said to Long Jie with a playful tone, "Your Majesty, now that you are a prisoner, what else do you have to say?"

"Chen Futu, you traitor! You will die at the hands of the Great Qian Dynasty sooner or later. I only regret that I did not mobilize the entire army to kill you, you villain!"

What's the use of being stubborn?

Chen Futu summoned Dian Wei, who tied Long Jie up and dragged him away.

And so, Long Jie was gagged and dragged behind Dian Wei's horse. The army was not moving fast, but it was still enough to make him suffer.

It's estimated that if he returns to the northern frontier, he'll be dragged to his death, which will be considered revenge for the army.

Mo Lan, however, showed a hint of reluctance. Chen Futu pinched her chin and said unhappily, "Don't rush, this is nothing. There are still exciting programs waiting for him tonight."

Given Chen Futu's temperament, he should have dismembered Long Jie and left his body to rot in the wilderness long ago, but he didn't do that.

He has even better ways to deal with his enemies.

At nightfall, the army encamped at Jiuyuan.

Chen Futu had Dian Wei arrange a secluded tent, and then tied Long Jie to a nearby tree.

Long Jie was covered in blood and disheveled, his eyes filled with nothing but resentment.

Chen Futu asked, "Do you know why you're tied up here?"

"Traitor, what exactly do you want to do!"

"What are you doing? You'll find out soon enough."

Next, Long Jie watched a live sex show through the thin tent. Although it was just the shadows of the two people, he could imagine how Chen Futu was tormenting his empress.

Hearing Mo Lan's cries, Long Jie finally coughed up blood and died from exhaustion.

The next day, Mo Lan saw the dead Long Jie and realized what had happened. She knelt down at Chen Futu's feet and said in a mournful voice, "For the sake of our marriage, I beg Your Highness to be magnanimous and not leave his body exposed in the open, but to preserve some dignity."

Chen Futu thought for a moment and then agreed. He had someone dig a hole and bury Long Jie, erecting an unmarked tomb.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; this can be considered his last act of respect for his enemy.

The army crossed the Jiuyuan Mountains and returned to the northern frontier.

Zhang Shouren did not send troops, but news of the war in the Western Regions would reach his ears, and it's unknown what he would think.

He might join forces with the Hu people, so we need to be on guard as soon as possible.

Ten days later, the army officially returned to Longcheng.

Upon his return, Chen Futu immediately ordered newspapers to be printed to publicize the victories in the Western Regions, but of course, he did not mention the defeat.

Chen Futu then left Mo Lan in the Prince's villa and arranged for people to serve her. As for her younger brother, he was not to be neglected either. Chen Futu arranged for someone to accompany him to brothels and entertainment venues to slowly wear down his body and will.

Longcheng is now extremely peaceful, there is no longer any war in the Western Regions, and Yu Qian has handled all the government affairs in an orderly manner.

Yu Qian said, “Winter is approaching, and it is not advisable to conquer the Central Plains this year. Our energy should be focused on the people’s livelihood and the incursions of the Hu people. Moreover, recently, the Hu cavalry have been sending scouts frequently, which seems to indicate that they are about to invade.”