Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

An Yue's army began to move southwest of Qian Kingdom.

The guide sent by the Qian Kingdom also hurriedly sent a letter to the capital of the Qian Kingdom.

After receiving the message by carrier pigeon, Emperor An Yue summoned his third son.

Emperor Anyue's third son was named Ji Lin. He was tall, with a stern face, and possessed a rare air of righteousness.

Ji Lin immediately understood his older brother's intention.

"Father, if we want the army to have a reason to march south to rescue people, and also be able to protect ourselves in the chaos, then..."

"Among all those members of the royal bloodline, only I, your son, am permitted to go!"

Seeing the Emperor An Yue's slightly reluctant gaze, Ji Lin exuded a strong sense of confidence.

Emperor An Yue closed his eyes and gave his instructions:

"Go and help your elder brother, but remember to protect yourself."

"I only have two sons who are worthy of being raised!"

Ji Lin bowed and said, "Your subject will go now!"

Emperor An Yue nodded.

A light cavalry unit galloped out from the An Yue army camp.

Meanwhile, in the capital of Qian Kingdom...

The prime minister also received the letter soon.

"Heading south to rescue people?"

"Is the Third Prince of An Yue trapped in the southwestern mountains?"

This minister, with his long eyebrows and beard, had a sinister aura about him.

"Somebody come!"

The prime minister, clad in a silver dragon robe, shouted loudly.

A close attendant immediately rushed over.

"Tell the guide that within two months, no matter what excuse is used, the An Yue army must be led to the eastern battlefield!"

"Otherwise, I will exterminate their entire clan of six generations!"

The attendant, sweating profusely, quickly accepted the order.

"besides!"

The attendant rose halfway up, then quickly knelt down again.

"Tell those people to keep a close watch. If An Yue's army isn't there to rescue people, report back to me immediately!"

The prime minister waved his sleeve, a sinister look flashing across his face.

If An Yue's army is lying and deliberately avoiding the most intense eastern battlefield, then even if he concedes another city, he will still lure the Xu Kingdom's cavalry there!

After a long while, the prime minister summoned people again.

"Summon guards to strengthen security in the capital and strictly prohibit any unfamiliar faces from entering!"

"Get those unruly refugees out of here!"

The prime minister's face had a somewhat violent expression.

His long-planned assassination attempt failed to yield any concrete results, and the rebellion he had been secretly building was also disrupted by the sudden outbreak of war!

If he had just been given another year or two to stabilize those military generals, the Qian Kingdom would have been his for the taking!

Damn the Xu Kingdom, of all times, they had to invade at this time!

And that damned An Yue, who was clearly on good terms with Qian Guo.

Since they've sent troops to reinforce us, why do they still want to avoid the most intense battleground?

Even if it means I'm at a disadvantage, I'll drag you, An Yue, down with me!

His subordinates quickly relayed the order to strictly control the capital.

However, what the Prime Minister of Qian was unaware of was that during the time he received the letter, Zhao Wanjun and her entourage had already infiltrated the capital.

In fact, even though they disguised themselves very well, one of the soldiers guarding the city recognized Zhao Wanjun's appearance through her robes.

The soldier saw the knife mark on Zhao Wanjun's neck, and he also saw Zhao Wanjun's distinctive phoenix eyes.

The soldiers had known Zhao Wanjun before, and because of their own evil deeds, they had been reprimanded by Zhao Siya on several occasions.

But by some strange twist of fate, he pretended not to know and let Zhao Wanjun and the others enter the city.

Because he was partly responsible for those gruesome knife marks.

This is the greatest regret in this person's heart, and the only regret in his life.

During the changing of the guard, the soldier took off his helmet, revealing a shiny bald head.

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Zhao Wanjun and her group infiltrated the capital, only to find that it wasn't so easy to make their move.

The minister was very suspicious, especially after Emperor Qian was assassinated and his whereabouts became unknown.

Everyone else thought that Emperor Qian had secretly escaped from the capital, but this minister always felt that Emperor Qian might still be hiding in the capital.

He had been with Emperor Qian for many years and knew the emperor's temperament well.

This moderate emperor, though lacking lofty ambitions, would not easily relinquish his throne.

The capital city is home to many high-ranking officials and nobles who control more than half of the military power of the Qian Kingdom. If Emperor Qian still harbors any ambition to revive the dynasty, he would not have fled the capital for his life.

Therefore, even when the war was fierce, the prime minister always sent people to secretly search the capital.

However, the gain was due to high-ranking officials, and the loss was also due to high-ranking officials.

There are too many high-ranking officials in the capital who secretly keep private armies. Even when the prime minister ordered a search, he couldn't go all out and dared not search extensively.

Otherwise, if those people think that the prime minister has been killed after his usefulness is over and make a fuss, the prime minister, who is already overwhelmed by the war, will be in a very awkward position.

Without a legitimate title, the prime minister, whose military power in the Qian Kingdom was mostly engaged in defending against foreign enemies, was ultimately hesitant to face the assembled officials.

Zhao Wanjun led Emperor An Yue's guards through the alleys of the capital.

She grew up in the capital and worked as a clerk in the government office, so she was extremely familiar with the streets and alleys.

In the alley, elderly and weak people could be seen leaning against the wall, looking listless and pale.

Like a homeless beggar.

Returning to the capital, Zhao Wanjun was filled with emotion.

The faces of the people in the capital were becoming increasingly sallow and weak.

It seems like life is getting worse and worse.

When they arrived near the Zhao residence, they found that there were many soldiers on patrol.

There's a round almost every few minutes.

Clearly, the minister had some doubts about the 'death' of the Marquis of Zhao and his wife.

Given the martial prowess of Zhao Wanjun and Emperor Anyue's personal guards, ordinary soldiers were nothing to fear.

But if we alert the enemy, it will be difficult to escape the capital.

Just as the leader of the Imperial Guard was discussing the rescue plan with everyone with a stern expression, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind.

"Zhao... Zhao Siya?"

His voice was old and trembling.

Everyone was startled and quickly turned around to restrain the old man with the white beard.

Several guards immediately became alert around the alley entrance.

Zhao Wanjun also drew a thin blade, her voice cold and sharp:

"Who are you?"

Could it be that there is a risk of being exposed as soon as I arrive in the capital?

This trip is of utmost importance, and we cannot afford to be careless!

If it were this old man...

The guard leader, with an indifferent expression, held the old man firmly in place, rendering him unable to move or breathe.

The old man struggled instinctively, his neck turning red.

But seeing Zhao Wanjun's wary eyes, he slowly stopped struggling.

Only after the old man completely stopped resisting did the guard leader give him a chance to catch his breath.

"Zhao..."

The old man was panting heavily, and he was having trouble breathing.

The guard leader's gaze remained cold as he secretly applied pressure points to calm him down.

"Director Zhao...you are Director Zhao, aren't you?"

The old man stood in the dark alley, tears welling in his eyes, his voice trembling slightly.

Zhao Wanjun was slightly dazed; she hadn't heard this ancient name in a long time.

The old man shed tears:

"After you were demoted, life in the capital has become unbearable!"

When the old man saw Zhao Wanjun, it was as if he had seen someone he could trust to whom he could pour out his sorrows.

Zhao Wanjun remained silent.

The old man walked shakily to Zhao Wanjun.

Zhao Wanjun gripped the thin blade warily.

If the old man harbored ill intentions, she would slit his throat in an instant.

She had been betrayed by the people of Qian Kingdom too many times, so now, whenever she encountered someone from Qian Kingdom, she instinctively became wary.

The old man spread out his hands:

"Zhao Siya, don't be afraid, this old man means no harm!"