Fearing being killed for his overwhelming merits, the empress decided to marry him.

Upon hearing Wanyan Zongbi mention ammunition depletion, Wanyan Loushi's face immediately darkened.

"Fourth Prince, ammunition is precious; every bullet used is one less available. Yet you, for the sake of the Bianhe camp, actually used up all your ammunition in one go."

Now that there's no more military support, the men of the Great Jin can only use their flesh and blood to tear apart this fortified fortress. How can I, the general, not blame you?

Wanyan Zongbi smiled awkwardly: "Alright, I'll take it as my mistake, please forgive me, old general."

Then, changing the subject, he said, "It seems that the Song army is not as weak as we thought. We thought we could take Bianjing City easily, but we didn't expect it to be so difficult to conquer."

Wanyan Loushi: "Does the Fourth Prince have any insightful suggestions?"

Wanyan Zongbi sneered: "No matter how strong a fortress is, there will always be a breach inside that can be made to break through."

Since a direct assault is hopeless, let's try an internal approach, hoping to get the Song rulers and their ministers to open the city gates voluntarily.

After saying that, he got up and walked to the tent entrance: "Someone, go and invite Wanyan Wo and Wanyan Guang here. I have important matters to discuss with them."

……

Inside the Bianliang Palace in Bianjing City.

Zhao Huan sat on the dragon throne with a worried expression, glanced at his ministers, and said, "My dear ministers, the Jin army is slow to retreat. What should we do?"

Unlike the high morale of the defending soldiers at the front, Zhao Huan was filled with extreme panic.

He was besieged by the Jin army for more than two months, and for two months he almost never slept, spending his days thinking about how to take care of himself.

In fact, Zhao Huan originally intended to fight the Jurchens to the death, even if it meant sacrificing his life to preserve the dignity of the royal family.

However, as more than two months passed and the Jin army's attacks failed time and time again, his initial enthusiasm gradually turned into anxiety.

What's frustrating is why the Jurchens still refuse to withdraw their troops. Do they really have to take over Bianjing (Kaifeng) before they're satisfied?

Logically speaking, with the Jin army repeatedly failing to conquer the city, the morale of the soldiers and civilians should have been high. As the ruler of the country, Zhao Huan should have been even happier and taken the opportunity to further boost morale.

However, as the war dragged on, the burden of allocating resources within the city fell on Emperor Zhao Huan, leaving him feeling overwhelmed every day.

Gradually, the initial determination to fight the Jurchens to the very end began to waver.

Unfortunately, the Jin people refused to negotiate, leaving him with no other choice but to endure the torment of living in fear day after day.

Shen Lang's follower Dingyuan had previously said: Whether the Song state seeks peace or advocates war, the key is whether it can unify its opinions and carry them through to the end. Once it begins to waver, the backlash will be devastating.

Zhao Huan, however, was never an emperor willing to persevere.

He possesses the common characteristic of all incompetent rulers: indecisiveness.

"Your Majesty, do not worry. General Guo is fighting bravely at the front, and the Jin army has been unable to break through. At this time, their morale is low, and the weather is hot."

The Jin army is suffering from the scorching heat; if they can hold out for another month or two, they will surely return north!

Zhou Xianwu spoke with righteous indignation and full of confidence to Zhao Huan.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huan's eyes narrowed: "So, does that mean I have to live in such fear for another month or two?"

Zhou Xianwu frowned: "Your Majesty, you are the ruler of a country, how can you say such discouraging things?"

Zhao Huan replied, "Imperial Censor Zhou, I don't want to say anything discouraging, and I know that these words are inappropriate at this time, but..."

The Jin army lingers, and the people of Bianjing live under the shadow of war day after day. Whenever I think of this, I cannot sleep at night.

He cleverly transferred his inner anxieties to the nation.

Zhou Xianwu: "Your Majesty, please don't think like that. The people in the city are wholeheartedly supporting the Song Dynasty to hold out until the very last moment. I believe we will definitely be able to defeat the Jin people."

Zhao Huan: "Imperial Censor Zhou, please don't try to comfort me. The people in the city live under the tyranny of the Jin people every day. How can they support the Song army in holding out?"

They must be hoping that our Great Song Dynasty can make peace with the Jin Dynasty as soon as possible, so that we can return to normal life.

Zhou Xianwu: "Your Majesty, if you do not believe me, I am willing to take you to the city yourself to see just how much the people there truly support our Great Song Dynasty."

The Jurchens are brutal; once the city falls, they too will suffer. Naturally, they are wholeheartedly supporting our Song army in holding out to the very end.

"Really?"

Zhao Huan asked uncertainly.

"Ah."

Zhou Xianwu nodded vigorously.

Zhao Huan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "My dear ministers, I was just joking. There's no need to take it seriously. With a formidable enemy at hand, as the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, I naturally vow to live and die with the nation!"

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Upon hearing this, all the officials bowed to Zhao Huan.

Among the assembled officials, there was a pair of deep-set eyes that occasionally glanced around.

That person was Ye Fan, who had been almost completely marginalized over the past two months.

Ever since being violated by Wanyan Guang, Ye Fan has lived in a daze.

But as time went by, after the humiliation subsided, he became very dissatisfied with his loss of power.

Zhao Huan betrayed him, disregarded his efforts, and stopped valuing him.

Whenever he thought of these things, the resentment in his heart grew even stronger.

Finally, he blamed all his current predicament on Zhao Huan, secretly vowing to teach them a lesson and then return to the center of power.

After the court session ended, Zhao Huan walked towards his residence.

As I was passing through an alley, I suddenly felt as if someone was following me.

"Who is it, come out!"

Although his cultivation level is not as high as before, he still has the most basic skill of sound localization.

He turned around and saw a face that he could never forget emerge from behind a large tree.

"My beautiful Ye, I've missed you so much."

Wanyan Guang was seen eating a flatbread and walking towards him with a smile.

In an instant, Ye Fan felt a dull pain in his groin, and his hard-won healing groin began to twitch.

"What's wrong, Miss Ye? Do you miss me? I really cherished that night."

Upon hearing Wanyan Guang's words, Ye Fan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't be nervous. I was still feeling unsatisfied after that night, so I came to see you today specifically to catch up with you."

Ye Fan was so frightened that he quickly took half a step back: "I'm warning you, this is Bianjing, you can't do whatever you want here."

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Guang threw down the half-eaten pancake, his face darkening: "What, is Lady Ye planning to renege on her promise?"

So what if it's the State of Song? You can bring your people over and try. I'll show you how shameless you were that night to the whole city.

Let everyone witness just how despicable the esteemed Prime Minister Ye is. If men can behave like this, well, what about those high-ranking officials and nobles in the city who have homosexual tendencies?

They might also be interested in you, Ye Xiang, tsk tsk tsk, should we shout it out?

"what on earth do you want?"

Ye Fan's momentum immediately weakened, clearly indicating that he had been completely outmaneuvered by his opponent.

Wanyan Guang licked his dry lower lip, leaned close to Ye Fan, gently stroked his face, and whispered, "Beautiful Ye, don't be afraid. As long as you make me happy tonight, that's all that matters."

Don't worry, I'm just here to catch up; I have no other intentions.

As he spoke, his other hand rubbed Ye Fan's buttocks back and forth.

"Of course, I don't like to force people. If you don't agree, I'll leave immediately. But the consequences will depend on how strong Ye Meiren's heart is."

Ye Fan had no choice. He gave a bitter smile and stared intently at Wanyan Guang: "This is the last time. Get out of here as soon as you're done."

"Hehehe, of course. Let's go, Miss Ye. I've already arranged accommodations. We'll definitely have a good time tonight. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

As she spoke, she put her arm around Ye Fan's shoulder and walked out of the alley side by side.