Female special forces soldiers in ancient times

At first, it was the left prime minister and the right prime minister arguing, but then the two factions joined in the argument.

The Emperor of the Eastern Kingdom felt his head buzzing again.

"Alright! Stop arguing, everyone. The Left Chancellor's advice is exactly what I wanted."

The Left Chancellor will discuss this matter with the Sand Goose delegation at a later date.

Try to negotiate the tax rate down to the lowest possible level. Court adjourned!

After saying that, he got up and walked out of the hall.

Only the courtiers inside the hall remained, shouting: "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Right Chancellor Lu Muyan knelt on the ground with displeasure, watching the Emperor's departing figure.

He snorted coldly, then turned and glared at the Left Prime Minister.

He then left the palace with his trusted confidants.

Soon, Lu Muyan's carriage sped back to the manor.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, he ripped off his official hat and threw it hard on the ground.

The accompanying attendants dared not utter a sound, and all bowed their heads in unison.

He glanced at the bowl of steaming tea on the table, then swept it to the ground.

The crisp sound of the celadon bowl shattering echoed through the hall.

"Watanabe! It's Watanabe again!"

Lu Muyan's chest heaved violently as he kicked over the pear wood stool next to him.

Veins bulged on his forehead. "This tax on the sand geese is equivalent to several years' worth of the nation's savings!"

What he does is encourage His Majesty to back down.

They want to hand over the blood and sweat of the people of my Eastern Empire to the Kingdom of Sha'e.

Avoiding war? That bastard Watanabe is utterly unfit to be the Left Prime Minister of my Eastern Empire!

Lu Muyan paced anxiously in the hall, repeatedly cursing under his breath.

The porcelain shards underfoot creaked and groaned as he cursed until his throat was dry.

He slumped back into the armchair, breathing heavily.

As night fell, a gentle knock was heard on the gate of the Right Prime Minister's residence.

A servant led in a tall figure, who was none other than his trusted and beloved general, Xiujing.

Xiujing bowed deeply, his face full of respect, "Your Excellency, Right Chancellor..."

You summoned me here so late at night; what urgent matter do you have to discuss?

Lu Muyan looked up at him, the anger in his eyes turning into a deep melancholy.

He waved to his attendants, signaling everyone to leave, before lowering his voice to speak:

"Mr. Hidei, please have a seat! You must have heard about what happened in the court."

Xiujing nodded, but his expression remained unchanged: "I have heard of it."

"Have you heard a little about it?" Lu Muyan sneered, his voice carrying a chilling undertone.

"Queen Sand Goose has ordered those taxes to be collected."

But that's several years' worth of revenue for my Eastern Empire!

Left Chancellor Watanabe, that old man, fears the enemy like a tiger.

"What's your opinion on this matter, that they keep urging His Majesty to back down?"

After saying that, he stared intently at Xiujing and said, word by word:

"I summoned you here tonight to ask you what your plan is?"

Upon hearing this, Xiujing's lips curled into a cold, ruthless smile. He took half a step forward.

Suddenly he raised his right hand, his five fingers pressed together like a knife.

He swiftly slashed his neck with his other hand.

The action was swift and ruthless, carrying a murderous aura of mutual destruction.

Lu Muyan's pupils constricted sharply, and he blurted out in shock, "Are you crazy?!"

"Mad? Haha, hahaha!"

Xiujing withdrew her hand, her tone full of arrogance and disdain.

"Does the Right Chancellor intend to just stand by and watch those spineless cowards like Watanabe?"

Will you continue to be a parasite on my empire?

He stepped forward, his words ringing with conviction: "The Left Chancellor and others have always held absolute power in the empire."

Are you just going to sit here and wait to die?

"As long as you trust me, I will handle this matter thoroughly."

Lu Muyan stared at him for a long time, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his cuffs.

Then, he paced back and forth in the living room with his hands behind his back.

He had long since had enough of the frustration he felt from being constantly suppressed by Watanabe.

Xiujing's vicious gesture of slitting her throat struck a nerve with his long-suppressed feelings.

After a long while, Lu Muyan suddenly stood up.

The candlelight on the table flickered erratically in the breeze.

"Alright. I'll leave this matter to you."

He paused, then lowered his voice and warned, "Remember, keep your hands clean."

Don't try to drag me into this, or you'll know the consequences!"

Xiujing immediately knelt on one knee, bowed her head, and said in a deep voice, "Right Prime Minister, please rest assured..."

"I will do my utmost and ensure you see results within three days!"

"Hmm! Very good! You can go back now! I will give you one chance."

I hope you won't disappoint me again!

Xiujing accepted the order and left, his tall figure quickly disappearing into the night.

The candlelight flickered in the hall as Lu Muyan gazed at the empty doorway.

His fingertips were still rubbing his cuffs, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

A trusted aide who had been standing nearby stepped forward slowly, bowed, and whispered:

"Your Excellency, although General Hidei is known for his bravery and skill in battle..."

Back then, he was even able to lead an army of 150,000 to conquer the southern half of the country.

He is indeed ruthless and decisive, a man capable of accomplishing great things.

He paused, a hint of hesitation in his voice: "But I am still worried."

He has always been arrogant and overconfident.

The battle in the southern half of the country was due to his underestimation of the enemy and reckless advance.

That's why they suffered a crushing defeat.

Entrusting him with such an important matter now, wouldn't that be...

Upon hearing this, Lu Muyan slowly turned around, a knowing glint in his eyes.

He raised his hand and waved it, his voice low and cold: "It's alright."

"Arrogance is a risky move, but right now,"

What I really wanted was his ruthless, reckless nature.

He walked to the table, picked up a chess piece, and gently tapped it on the surface.

"Watanabe commands a large army, and no one in the court dares to challenge him."

Ordinary methods simply won't work on him.

Having said that, Lu Muyan looked up at his trusted confidant, a calculating glint flashing in his eyes:

"You should immediately arrange for people to keep a close eye on Xiujing's movements these next few days."

He meets with whomever he wants and does whatever he wants, even if it's just to squeeze in a moment.

They must report it word for word.

"If he makes a mistake in his work, or dares to harbor any disloyal thoughts..."

Lu Muyan's voice suddenly lowered, carrying an undeniable ruthlessness.

"Report this immediately, for I have a way to deal with it."

The trusted aide immediately bowed and replied, "Your subordinate obeys!"

The candlelight flickered, casting Lu Muyan's shadow long.

He looked out the window, his eyes filled with ferocity, and let out a cold snort.

"Old man Watanabe, blame yourself for overestimating yourself and insisting on fighting me!"

......

The following morning, the moonlight was dazzling, its gentle glow blanketing the ground.

It can illuminate the surroundings clearly without the need for lights.

On the open field, a troop of several thousand soldiers, fully armed, stood in solemn formation.

The armor gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and the ranks were so perfectly aligned that not a single one was crooked.

Their breathing was almost synchronized, and a chilling, murderous aura permeated the silent air.

Xiujing walked slowly with his hands behind his back, a corner of his black cloak fluttering in the night wind.

Tonight he was dressed in a dark, fitted military uniform, with thick-soled military boots.

In the moonlight, his shadow stretched long and slender, becoming as dark as ink as he paced.

The feeling of oppression came over me.

Suddenly, he turned around and his gaze swept over the silent queue in front of him.

He pressed his left hand against the military knife at his waist, preparing to begin his speech.