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Chapter 1067 True Value (4K2)
The moonlight, like water, flowed quietly between Su Yao's fingertips and Amina's chin. The delicate touch seemed to carry the unique coolness of Persian silk, yet it also revealed a hint of heat amidst her slight trembling.

“Indeed, you do know how to please men,” Su Yao took a deep breath, then chuckled, withdrew his hand, and turned to walk towards the window. “But here, value isn’t something that can be proven simply by taking off your clothes.”

Amina's pupils contracted slightly, and her fingertips instinctively tightened around the slipping fabric of her dress. She hadn't expected this Eastern conqueror to leave at this moment—in her mind, no man could resist such temptation.

"My Lord," she said, a hint of panic in her voice, "this humble servant is foolish and does not know what to do."

Su Yao stood with his back to her by the window, the moonlight outlining his tall and imposing figure: "I heard your father was once the governor of Khorasan?"

"Yes, it is."

Amina was taken aback by the sudden question, and then her expression darkened: "Three years ago, my father followed the tyrant Osloes II in rebellion against the rule of Vologacsis V, but was ultimately defeated and killed."

Amina's voice trembled, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms: "Vologassi V used my father's skull as a wine bowl to celebrate his victory, and he also took me into his harem, keeping me by his side to flaunt his martial prowess to the world."

"So what you said about wanting to avenge your father wasn't a lie?"

"Yes."

Amina knelt on the ground: "I have been longing for the end of the reign of Vologasis V. Your appearance is an opportunity given to me by God. I am willing to pay any price to see his kingdom fall."

“Raise your head.” Su Yao looked directly into Amina’s eyes. “If that’s really the case, given your personality, I’m afraid you wouldn’t just let this idea remain just a thought.”

Amina's pupils contracted sharply, as if those words had struck a deep secret. She remained silent for a moment, her fingertips digging half an inch into the cold floor, then suddenly looked up, a glint of light igniting in her amber eyes:
"Your Majesty, I have been in the harem for three years and have never stopped trying to resist."

She then proceeded to recount in detail the power struggles within the Parthian Empire, the conflicts among the various families, and the discontent among the border provinces. This information was extremely valuable; some of it was even unknown to the Parthian king.

Su Yao listened intently, nodding occasionally. Amina's narration was clear and insightful, clearly not something fabricated on the spot. It seemed this princess was indeed extraordinary, not only exceptionally beautiful but also possessing remarkable intelligence and strategic acumen.

"Therefore, if the Holy Lord wants to completely conquer Parthia, now is the best time," Amina concluded. "Vologassi V has only been on the throne for three years, yet he has already launched several wars with excessive military force, which has long displeased the major families."

"Now that the Holy Lord has captured that false king, Parthia will surely be in chaos. As long as the Holy Lord can make good use of these contradictions, Parthia will collapse without a fight."

Su Yao nodded slightly: "Well said. However," he changed the subject, "why are you telling me all this? Aren't you afraid I'll wipe out Anxi?"

Amina smiled sadly: "Your Majesty, you are wise. Parthia is no longer the Parthia of the past. Vologasis V is tyrannical and cruel, the major families are only concerned with vying for power and profit, and the people are suffering. Rather than let this corrupt empire continue to eke out a living, it is better to..."

She took a deep breath, a resolute glint in her eyes: "Why not let a wise ruler like the Holy Lord govern this land!"

Having said that, she crawled two steps on her knees, pulled out a gold hairpin inlaid with a sapphire from her hair bun, and gently twisted the head of the hairpin—inside was a roll of parchment as fine as a hair.

“This is the contact list of the former Khorasan tribes.” Amina held the parchment high above her head, her voice trembling with excitement. “My father’s confidants from back then have not all perished. Not only are there Persian righteous men lying in wait throughout the country, but there are also three hundred elite guards lurking along the Persian Gulf coast. They only recognize our family’s eagle emblem token. If Your Majesty does not forsake us, I am willing to offer this list and token to help Your Majesty reclaim the cities of Persia.”

Su Yao took the parchment, its surface as cold as iron to the touch of his fingertips. Unfolding it, he found hundreds of names and coded messages recorded in fine Parthian script, from fishermen in the Persian Gulf to court guards in Ctesiphon—a veritable intelligence network spanning the Parthian Empire.

Su Yao never expected that this woman would come tonight offering not only her beauty, but also a gift powerful enough to shake the entire Parthian Empire.

"Interesting." Su Yao twirled the gold hairpin between his fingers, then reinserted the parchment. "Aren't you afraid I'll turn my back on you after taking the token?"

Amina slowly raised her head, her amber eyes showing no fear, but rather a resolute determination: "If the Holy Lord were to break his promise for such a small gain, how could he have accomplished such a great feat?"

She crawled two more steps on her knees, reaching out to pick up Su Yao's war boots: "This lowly concubine has placed all her hopes, her life, and her chance for revenge on the Holy Lord, betting that he is no petty thief. Besides—"

She suddenly chuckled, her smile in the moonlight carrying a hint of cunning and confidence: "With the Holy Lord's great talent and ambition, he will surely understand that a living Amina is more valuable than a corpse."

Su Yao suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the quiet room: "What a clever woman! I like her!"

"Change clothes! I'm tired. Let me see if your ability to serve people is really as good as you say."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Amina's eyes, but she quickly concealed it, transforming it into a submissive and respectful demeanor. She crawled forward on her knees, her fingertips gently touching the straps of Su Yao's armor, her movements as tender as if she were touching a fragile treasure.

The cool nail polish touched her warm fingertips, creating a strange warmth. Su Yao looked down at her serious profile, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings in the moonlight, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself—this woman truly embodied the words "effortless control."

Her movements were gentle and practiced, clearly indicating she had received professional training in the harem. Only when the last piece of armor was removed did she realize that the war god's undergarments were already soaked with sweat.

"Holy Lord," she whispered, and quickly fetched warm water and a silk scarf.

Su Yao suddenly grasped her wrist: "No need." His voice was weary and hoarse. "You've proven your worth tonight, now..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Yao's tall body suddenly swayed and he collapsed into Amina's arms. This invincible war god, after continuous fierce battles and taming of divine beasts, finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

Amina was caught off guard and pinned down, but instinctively hugged the man in her arms tightly. In the moonlight, she gazed at Su Yao's sleeping profile, her fingertips gently tracing the scar between his brows, and suddenly a genuine smile appeared on her face.

She gently wiped away the dirt and sweat from Su Yao's body, then covered him with the quilt. After glancing at him a few more times, she carefully slipped inside and lay down beside him, like a dragon guarding a precious treasure, never leaving his side again.
The following morning, at the Governor's Palace in Merv.

When Su Yao opened his eyes, it was already bright outside the window. Sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice onto the bed, gilding even the dust motes floating in the air.

Su Yao took a deep breath, a faint fragrance lingering around his nose.

"Your Majesty has awakened?" A languid yet respectful voice came from beside him: "This humble concubine has prepared breakfast and will now assist you in changing your clothes."

Su Yao turned his head and saw Princess Amina kneeling obediently by the bed. The alluring light gauze she wore last night had been replaced by an elegant Persian robe. Her black hair was loosely tied up, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck, which brought Su Yao's memory back to that sensual and enchanting night.

Su Yao glanced at his bare chest and nodded: "I fell into a deep sleep last night, which is a shame, as I failed to appreciate your kindness."

Upon hearing this, a hint of secret joy flashed in Amina's eyes, which quickly transformed into a submissive gentleness. She bent down to fetch a neatly folded brocade robe and gently draped it over Su Yao's shoulders: "It is my greatest blessing to serve Your Majesty. Last night, seeing Your Majesty asleep, I dared not disturb you, and only had some light porridge prepared. Your Majesty, please have some to fill your stomach."

Su Yao nodded, letting her help him get dressed. His handsome face was reflected in the bronze mirror; although his silver armor had been removed, his battle-hardened aura remained undiminished. Amina stood behind him, combing his long hair, and their reflections overlapped in the bronze mirror, creating a strange harmony.

As if sensing the gaze of the person in the mirror, Amina suddenly blushed, took two steps back, turned around, and went to the table to serve a bowl of warm sweet porridge.

"Your Majesty, please use this. It is made with roses and honey, which are special products of Khorasan. It is the best for refreshing the mind."

Su Yao took the bowl, took a small sip, and the sweet taste blossomed on his tongue: "Not bad. Your skill in serving people is truly well-deserved."

Amina smiled and said, "I have been in the palace for three years, and I must learn some skills to serve others." She paused, her voice lowering slightly, "It's just that I have never had the opportunity to use these skills on someone worthy of them."

Is this the charm of a mature woman?
Su Yao sipped his sweet porridge, his gaze fixed on Amina's slightly lowered eyelashes.

This woman's every smile, every word, and every action exuded just the right amount of charm, neither frivolous nor lacking in subtle provocation. Compared to those naive young girls, she knew better how to use her eyes, tone of voice, and delicate gestures to stir people's hearts.

No wonder Meng De had a particular fondness for married women; Su Yao felt he could understand it a little better now. The charm that mature women exuded in their every move possessed a allure that young girls could hardly match, making people feel very comfortable.

"From now on, you are my woman, and no one will be able to bully you anymore."

Su Yao put down the bowl of porridge and gently stroked Amina's cheek. Her skin was as smooth as silk and carried a faint rose scent.

Amina's eyes lit up with joy, and she quickly bowed and kowtowed, saying, "It is my great fortune to have the Holy Lord's favor. I will certainly be obedient and serve the Holy Lord wholeheartedly in the future."

“There’s no need for such formalities.” Su Yao stood up and stretched his limbs. “Now that you have presented your name and tokens and become my woman, you no longer need to refer to yourself as your concubine.”

"I understand now." Amina stood up, bowed slightly, and gave a faint smile.

“Let’s go. Don’t you hate the Parthian King for causing your family’s ruin? Now it’s time for him to pay the price.”

The two stepped out of the room, where the sunlight was just right in the courtyard.

Zhang Liao, Lu Su, Yufuluo, Anmoti, and others seemed to have already received the news, and they were all waiting outside.

When Su Yao appeared in the courtyard with Amina, Zhang Liao and the others were slightly surprised. Their gazes lingered briefly on Amina before they respectfully lowered their heads. Anmoti, on the other hand, was beaming, as if he had fully understood what had happened the night before.

"Greetings, Your Majesty (Your Highness, Heavenly General)!"

"No need to pay tribute."

Su Yao waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the crowd: "What is the current situation in Mulu City?"

Su Yao had already disengaged from the battle at the end of last night's fighting, leaving the cleanup to them. Now that the battle is over, everyone is rushing to report the latest results.

"Your Majesty, order in the city has been largely restored." Lu Su stepped forward first, bowing as he spoke. "Thanks to Your Majesty's previous measures to pacify the people, they had no objection to our occupying their houses and setting traps. This morning we cleaned up the battlefield, and the people, seeing that our army had not harmed them in any way and had even returned the property that the Parthians had forcibly seized, are deeply grateful to Your Majesty. Countless people are kneeling and bowing along the streets."

Zhang Liao continued, "The remaining enemy forces in the city have been wiped out. In this battle, we captured over 13,000 Parthian soldiers, as well as over 300 Parthian kings, nobles, and officers. As for the Parthian king's harem women and the families of these nobles, they have been properly settled in the western courtyard according to the Holy Lord's orders, with special guards assigned to watch over them, and no one has dared to disturb them in the slightest. As for the remaining enemy forces outside the city..."

At this moment, Yufuluo laughed and stepped forward to report, "General Tian, ​​the scattered Parthian soldiers outside the city have been almost completely dealt with by our Xiongnu warriors! More than 3,000 were killed and more than 2,000 were captured. Although Prime Minister Sulun ran away quickly, we have happily taken all the warhorses and supplies they left outside."

Finally, it was Anmoti, the acting governor of Mulu, who stepped forward to report, and he took out a roll of parchment.

“My Lord, please look, these are military intelligence maps and secret letters seized from the Parthian army camp.” Anmoti respectfully unfurled the parchment scrolls. “They contain detailed records of the garrisons in various cities of Khorasan and Parthia within Parthia, and more importantly—”

He pointed to a spot circled in red ink: "This is where the Parthian Crown Prince Ardaban is assembling a new army of about 30,000 to 50,000 men, originally intended as the second wave of the eastern expedition. Now that the Parthian king has been captured and the vizier Suren has fled, this army will probably react soon."

Su Yao took the parchment scroll and examined it carefully, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "Good, very good. Anmoti, you've done another great service. Tell me, how should I reward you?"

Anmoti trembled with excitement and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Majesty is too kind. To serve Your Majesty is the greatest honor of my life!"

"Get up." Su Yao handed the parchment to Lu Su. "Zijing, immediately send someone to copy this intelligence and distribute it to the generals of each camp. Also, issue an order to hold a victory banquet starting today, allow the army to rest for three days, and quickly tally the battle merits of the generals. Don't delay the important matter of rewarding merits."

"Your Highness, rest assured, I will handle this matter well."

Lu Su bowed, accepted the order, and withdrew. At this moment, Su Yao turned to Zhang Liao and asked, "Wen Yuan, where is the King of Anxi being held now?"

Zhang Liao clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Your Highness, he will be locked in the deepest part of the dungeon and guarded by the Crimson Cloud Cavalry."

"Lead the way, let me see this 'King of Kings'."

(End of this chapter)