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

While the sheep-leading ceremony was being held inside the Jin royal palace, a Jin warrior stood outside the hall, squinting as he memorized the entire process, and then wrote something on a crumpled piece of paper with a charcoal pencil.

While the "sheep" were being taken out of the palace to bathe, he secretly ran to the pigeon loft during the break between court sessions.

Upon entering the pigeon loft, he opened a cage, grabbed a plump pigeon, rolled up the paper he had written earlier, and put it into the small bamboo bucket on the pigeon's leg.

After finishing everything, he quietly walked towards the palace wall.

Just as he was about to release the carrier pigeon, a large hand landed on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

The samurai felt a chill run down his spine and turned around with difficulty.

But then he saw a scarred Jurchen leader staring at him with a ferocious expression.

"Deputy Commander, I..."

Just as the samurai was wondering how to answer, the Jurchen commander snatched the carrier pigeon away.

He glanced at the bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg, grinned, and slowly reached out to touch it.

In an instant, the samurai's heart leaped into his throat.

He instinctively placed his hand on the short knife at his waist, intending to fight to the death if his plan was exposed.

As a result, the Jin commander merely glanced at the red string tied to the pigeon's leg, then tied another knot, sighed, and said, "What if it gets lost if I don't tie it tighter? Hmm?"

After saying that, he simply lifted the pigeon and put it down.

Amidst the shocked and bewildered gazes of the Jurchen warriors, the carrier pigeon flew directly south.

"Deputy Commander, you..."

"Don't speak, come here!"

After finishing everything, the deputy commander pulled the samurai aside.

"I've been watching you since just now. If I hadn't sent the others away beforehand, you'd probably be in the water dungeon by now, understand?"

The samurai's pupils dilated in shock: "Vice Commander, could it be you too?"

The deputy commander nodded: "I was already an external staff member of the Northern Garrison of Great Chu half a year ago."

The samurai was puzzled: "Vice Commander, how could you..."

"Just like you, I'm in it for the money."

The deputy commander said, "Now that I think about it, the people from the Northern Garrison were right. I shed blood and sweat for the Great Jin, and I was always at the forefront of every charge."

I bear twelve wounds from this, and what was the result? Each time, the promised reward was less than a tenth of what was promised, not even enough to feed my family of thirteen.

With the deputy commander's meager salary, my mother, older sister, and three wives had to do laundry for others just to keep the family from starving.

It's not worth it at all. Why can't I just live for myself?

The Jin warrior felt deep sympathy: "So the prefect's life is just like mine."

"Stop talking, let's go quickly, don't let anyone find out."

"Ok."

After the Jin warriors left, the deputy commander immediately returned to the commander's residence.

Upon seeing the commander sitting upright in the main hall, the deputy commander immediately said, "Commander, someone has already spread the news to the Southern Jingwei Division ahead of time."

Upon hearing this, the commander nodded: "Remember, this matter must not be spread, or we will all lose our heads."

Deputy Commander: "Commander, please rest assured, no one will find out. But Commander, I don't understand why you would also..."

Upon hearing this, the commander said solemnly, "My family has twenty-two members, and my monthly expenses are this amount."

He then took a large bowl and placed it on the table.

"But this is my salary."

Then I saw him bring out a wine glass and place it on the edge of the large bowl.

"Do I need to explain again? If I don't do this, how am I supposed to support this whole family, huh?"

"I know doing this is like hanging my head on the crotch, but if I don't do it, my family will starve to death. We're all going to die anyway."

Why can't I take this opportunity to make some money? Besides, the "activity funds" provided by the Jingwei Division are quite generous.

The deputy commander suddenly realized: "It seems you are a man of strong emotions, Commander. If our salaries weren't so low, we wouldn't have done this."

In just a few words, the two men described their helplessness in betraying their country and colluding with the enemy in a way that was both refreshing and unconventional.

Of course, this is also the current situation of the Jurchens; the salaries they receive are simply not enough to feed the entire family of those at the bottom of society...

That night, after the Song dynasty's rulers, ministers, and nobles had washed and cleaned themselves, they were all imprisoned in a newly cleaned cell.

Due to Yue Fei's unexpected situation, the plan to remarry the princesses and concubines to members of the Wanyan royal family was temporarily shelved, allowing Zhao Jinnu, Wang Wanrong, and Consort Wei to escape a calamity for the time being.

However, the families of those officials were not so lucky.

"Get up, all of you, get up!"

Having already suffered both mental and physical blows, Ye Fan was woken up in a daze.

"Let's go, you..."

"Where are you taking me? No, let me go, let me go..."

Li Wan'er and Ouyang Xuanyi were dragged out of their cage by a group of rough Jurchen men and carried on the shoulders of two Jurchen men respectively.

Suddenly, mournful cries echoed from the dark dungeon.

Ye Fan was trembling all over. After witnessing Ouyang Xuanyi and Li Wan'er being taken away by the Jurchens, he felt his heart racing.

The next moment, the cell door to his cell opened.

Without saying a word, a group of burly golden men lifted Ye Fan up and carried him out of the cell.

"What are you doing? I'm a man!"

"Let me go, let me go!"

As if knowing what was about to happen, Ye Fan let out a heart-wrenching scream...

Two quarters of an hour later, Ye Fan was trembling all over, kneeling in a brothel.

All around were Jin nobles who had a strong interest in homosexuality.

At this moment, Wanyan Guang suddenly said, "Gentlemen, this is the exceptional young master I was talking about, the third young master of the Ye family of Great Chu. He is absolutely delicious! Everyone must have a good time tonight!"

"a ha ha ha!"

His words instantly made the group of perverts grin from ear to ear.

At this moment, the way she looked at Ye Fan was like looking at a wounded rabbit.

Ye Fan felt a chill run down his spine and scrambled to Wanyan Guang's feet, pleading desperately, "Seventh Prince, please let me go, or I will die."

Wanyan Guang lifted Ye Fan's chin with his finger and sneered, "Don't worry, they are all my friends. They know how to treat you well. From now on, you will stay here and serve them well. You'll have a good life."

"don't want……"

Ye Fan shook his head repeatedly, his eyes red.

"Please, please don't leave me here! Seventh Prince, please let me go!"

Wanyan Guang raised his glass and laughed loudly, "What are you all waiting for? Let's get started! Let's have a good time tonight!"

"Oooooooo-"

With Wanyan Guang's order, the atmosphere completely spiraled out of control.

The Jin official, who had been drooling over Ye Fan's fair and tender body during the sheep-leading ceremony during the day, pounced on him and pinned him down.

Cheers immediately erupted from all around.

Ye Fan struggled, cried, and begged Wanyan Guang for mercy.

As a result, these beasts tormented him for a whole night.

Until the early hours of the next day...

Ye Fan's eyes were wide open, his body stiff, and he was carried straight out of Chunhua Tower and thrown directly onto a carriage used for transporting corpses.

However, his anus ruptured, causing him to lose his strength and die.

Even in death, he couldn't believe this would be his end...