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

Zhang Yu sat down in front of Wanyan Zongbi and began to analyze the situation for him earnestly.

"Your Highness, in my analysis, the Song people are in this situation entirely because they have been driven to the brink of desperation, and that is why they have chosen to fight to the death."

If we continue to rely on military suppression, it will likely provoke even fiercer resistance. Even if we manage to capture Bianjing, the losses will be extremely heavy.

The best way for the Jin dynasty to successfully capture Bianjing is not through military conquest, but through winning hearts and minds.

"Winning hearts and minds?"

Wanyan Zongbi frowned as he looked at Zhang Yu.

But Zhang Yu closed his eyes and nodded, gently waving his feather fan, as if everything was as expected.

"As long as the will to resist of the soldiers and civilians in the city is broken, Bianjing will fall into the hands of the Fourth Prince in the blink of an eye."

"Then how do you expect me to win hearts and minds?" Wanyan Zongbi said with a forced smile. "Do you expect me to stand in front of the city and say, 'People of the Great Song, I will not harm you, lay down your weapons and welcome the mighty army of the Great Jin'? Is that even possible?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle: "Your Highness, you really love to joke. No one would believe such a method."

Wanyan Zongbi's smile vanished: "Tell me, what exactly should we do?"

Zhang Yu abruptly stopped waving his feather fan: "As the saying goes, 'Strike the snake at its seven-inch mark, and the wolf will overthrow the king first.' Your Highness can start directly with that foolish ruler of the Song Dynasty."

"You mean, Zhao Huan?"

"Indeed, if their emperor is unwilling to resist, how can the resistance of the soldiers and civilians within the city proceed?"

"Um……"

Wanyan Zongbi got up and paced back and forth in the tent for a while, finally stopping in front of the plate of half-cooked lamb leg.

"Somebody come!"

With a loud shout, a guard entered from outside the tent.

"Tell the cooks to roast the lamb leg more thoroughly. How am I supposed to eat it like this? Hurry up."

"Yes."

The guard accepted the food, cursing inwardly, "You were the one who wanted it half-cooked, and you were the one who complained it wasn't tasty. You're so hard to please."

However, he was just a lowly soldier after all, so he had to follow orders and keep his complaints to himself.

After the guards left, Wanyan Zongbi gave a wry smile: "It seems we have to start negotiating with the Song people again. I'll go and inform Wanyan Wo and the others right away."

Zhang Yu stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Your Highness, I believe that we should consult the King about negotiating with the Song Kingdom and ask him to issue an order to lift the royal decree of not making peace."

Wanyan Zongbi shook his head: "No, I can't wait any longer. The capital is a swift journey from here, day and night."

It will take more than a month to travel back and forth. I can get a lot done in that time, and I don't want to waste it on endless waiting.

Zhang Yu said anxiously, "Your Highness, without the royal decree, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wanyan Zongbi interrupted him: "Sir, there is no need to say more. I will send someone to report to the King, but I will also do so with the Song court at the same time."

"Ah~"

Zhang Yu knew he couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he could only sigh.

Wanyan Zongbi was good in every way, except that he was too eager for quick success and instant benefits. Such a person would suffer sooner or later.

……

Ye Fan's residence.

"Fan'er, why are you not feeling well again? What's wrong?"

Unable to find satisfaction, Langyue looked at Ye Fan with resentment.

Ye Fan explained, "Master, as you have seen recently, the war between the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty is raging, and I really can't muster any interest."

After Ye Fan was defeated, he realized that his roots seemed to be unable to stand up again.

Whenever he had lustful thoughts, his penis would ache faintly, as if an iron hand was squeezing it hard.

Therefore, faced with the resentful and pleading eyes of Langyue and her two senior and junior sisters, he could only make up various excuses to refuse.

Moreover, he has recently been suffering from severe constipation and occasional bloody stools, which indicates that his injury is quite serious.

Langyue gently rubbed Ye Fan's hands and said, "Fan'er, why don't you let your master go into battle? With your master's foundation, even if there are 100,000 troops in front, I can still take the enemy general's head from the midst of ten thousand soldiers."

Ye Fan shook his head: "Master, you are the last trump card of the Song Dynasty, and the Jurchens are cunning. Senior Sister Ouyang and Junior Sister Li almost ruined their innocence. I don't want to see you if anything happens to you."

Langyue laughed: "You really underestimate your master. How can you two fellow disciples compare to the strength of the Immortal Realm?"

Ye Fan shook his head: "Master, please listen to your disciple. Without my permission, you and your senior and junior sisters should not step forward."

Langyue smiled slightly: "Alright, I'll listen to you, okay? But you need to recover your health quickly. It's been so long since we've had dual cultivation. I feel that my cultivation has regressed a bit."

"Don't worry, Master, I will definitely not let you down."

"Well then, I won't bother you any longer. You should get some rest."

Langyue gave Ye Fan a flirtatious wink and then turned and left the room.

"Ah~"

After Langyue left, Ye Fan touched the area three inches below his abdomen, his face full of pain.

Just then, a mocking whistle suddenly came from outside the window.

Ye Fan frowned, flipped over, and flew out of the window.

He stepped outside the courtyard wall, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on a large banyan tree: "Come out."

"Haha, Lady Ye is indeed perceptive."

Wanyan Guang strolled out from behind the banyan tree, approaching Ye Fan with a wicked grin.

"What...what brings you here?"

Having been humiliated twice, Ye Fan now feels an instinctive fear when he sees Wanyan Guang, especially since his Kun'er is in even more pain as the other party gets closer.

Wanyan Guang licked his lips, looked you up and down, and then slowly said, "Don't worry, I won't touch you today. I'm just passing on a message from my third brother, asking you to continue helping our Great Jin break through the city."

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan flew into a rage: "What else do you want me to do? The city gates are already open, what can I do if you can't take them down yourselves?"

Wanyan Guang took a few steps closer: "Beauty Ye, I know you are very angry, but as long as the Great Jin does not conquer Bianjing, you will not be able to become the new king, right?"

Ye Fan sneered: "What do you plan to make me do this time?"

Wanyan Guang laughed and said, "Don't worry, it won't be difficult this time. The Great Jin wants to hold peace talks with your Song. As long as you, as Prime Minister Ye, speak up for the Great Jin in front of that dog emperor, that will be enough."

"Is it really that simple?" Ye Fan asked incredulously.

Wanyan Guang nodded: "It's that simple. Tomorrow, you will send an envoy from the Great Song Dynasty to negotiate with me."

After saying that, he lingered greedily at Ye Fan for a second, and couldn't help but swallow.

Ye Fan didn't look at Yan Guang's lewd appearance, but instead fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay, I agree, but you, Great Jin, must fulfill the promise you made to me!"

"Haha, you can rest assured, Lady Ye. Our Great Jin is not as untrustworthy as your Great Song. We will definitely keep our promise to Lady Ye."

Now that the message has been delivered, I'll head back now. Remember to wash yourself thoroughly, and I'll catch up with you properly after the city falls.

After saying that, he raised his hand and gave Ye Fan a hard slap on the butt, then laughed and left the alley.

Ye Fan rubbed his buttocks, watching Wanyan Guang's departing figure, and thought to himself, "What on earth are the Jurchens up to?"

That's enough. I just need to do as the Jin people tell me. Why think about anything else?

"The day I gain power, I will make all those who have humiliated me pay a heavy price!"