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Chapter 1076 The Split of a Prestigious Family
In the first month of the fifth year of the Kaiyuan era (194 AD), the prison of Mulu City was filled with prisoners.

"What?! General Bahram has defected to the enemy?"

"How can this be?!"

"Yes, yes."

"Didn't he resist so fiercely before? He swore to die rather than surrender when Shapur and Denham betrayed the enemy. How could he so easily defect to the enemy?"

When the Parthian nobles who had not yet surrendered heard this news, the first reaction of the vast majority was disbelief.
"So, do you all think this announcement is fake?"

Immediately, someone made a sarcastic remark.

And the person who spoke was none other than Anmoti:
“Those who understand the times are heroes. The Holy Lord is the one destined by Heaven and is the true King of Kings. If General Bahram had not seen the times clearly, how could he have been willing to give up his past glory?”

Anmoti sneered, toying with a string of agate beads given to him by Su Yao:

"But you all remain so stubbornly ignorant. Do you perhaps think that the Holy Lord is merciful and won't punish you?"

--"Pooh!"

Immediately, a man in the cell spat at Anmoti:
"Don't compare us to that bitch!"

"He would betray his country and his daughter for wealth and power."

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, a roar erupted, and Bahram, the protagonist who had been being cursed by everyone, walked into the cell.

Bahram was dressed in a brand-new general's robe, mainly military green, and even the tassel on the sword at his waist was the iconic emerald green. However, his eyes were bloodshot as he stared directly at the arrogant man who had spoken.

The man was none other than Arman, the eldest son of Suren's vizier, who was of the same clan as him and had been captured along with the Parthian king.

"Don't spout nonsense, boy! Although I, Bahram, have surrendered, I have never betrayed my country, let alone my daughter!"

"Don't try to humiliate me with your filthy brain, or even if you're my nephew, I'll make you pay!"

"Humph."

Arman wiped the blood from his mouth and stubbornly said, "Uncle, how dare you show your face here?"

"Look at those ugly clothes you're wearing, how dare you say you haven't betrayed your country?"

"And do you think we're all blind and can't see anything?"

Armand couldn't help but shed tears when he recalled that day.

Their emperor was publicly humiliated like a pig or a dog, while they themselves were forced to witness the ceremony.

That was bad enough, but what shocked him even more was that he actually saw his cousin on the high platform built by the enemy chieftain.

Compared to himself, covered in mud and blood, that shameless woman was dressed in fine clothes, completely different from them, and even hypocritically ordered servants to bring him food.

What a humiliation this is!
He only hated his own incompetence, that he hadn't died on the battlefield, and that he had suffered such humiliation.

What's even more outrageous is that the woman not only had no shame, but later she even dared to ride a divine beast with that demon over the heads of these prisoners, openly flaunting her favor.

"Your daughter is probably already moaning in that devil's bed right now, isn't she?" Arman sneered. "For your own wealth and glory, you've sold your own daughter's ass. What right do you have to lecture me here?"

Immediately, the surrounding prisoners erupted in uproar, with waves of condemnation surging forth:
"No wonder Bahramken surrendered; he sold his daughter for a good price."

"Look at his crisp military uniform, he must be holding a pretty high-ranking position now."

"They've completely disgraced the Suren family."

"Shut up!" Bahram clenched his fist, took a step forward, gripped the iron bars tightly, and stared intently at Arman.

It must be said that as a fierce general on the battlefield, Bahram was full of imposing presence, and Arman was startled for a moment, even shrinking his neck.

But soon, after noticing that Bahram could only act tough outside, he immediately retorted with a stiff neck and shouted:

"Am I wrong? That day in the square, Safia was dressed in fine silk and stood beside that Han dog, obedient and submissive. Where was there a trace of sorrow for the fall of her country in her eyes? Even if you didn't instigate her, she was still greedy for wealth and status, like that slut Amina, submitting herself to the enemy chieftain!"

"You know nothing!" Bahram's forehead veins throbbed. If it weren't for the iron bars, he probably would have already punched this arrogant brat in the face. "If it weren't for that Holy Lord stopping her in time that day, your cousin would have been violated by the Hun soldiers! You wouldn't have the chance to bark like a mad dog here!"

"General Bahram is right."

Anmoti, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke:
"Why do you all think you've survived until now?" Anmoti said, bowing slightly to the area outside the cell. "It's all because someone pleaded for you."

"But I also want everyone to know that His Majesty's patience is limited, and the Heavenly Army of the Great Han does not tolerate idlers."

"If you continue to be so stubborn, then I can only ask you to follow that tyrant Vologasis and make a trip to Luoyang, the capital of the Great Qin Dynasty in the Far East."

"What did you say?!"

Everyone changed color when they heard it.

It's pointless to engage in verbal battles with the enemy.

Anmoti, who had already been promoted to governor of Khorasan, had many things to do and no time to waste on these people, so he immediately issued an ultimatum.

Anmoti's words were like cold water poured into a hot oil pan, instantly causing an uproar in the dungeon.

"what?!"

"You're going to take His Majesty to the Qin Dynasty?!"

The distant capital of the Great Qin Dynasty—Luoyang.

Although Arman and his companions had never been to that legendary eastern capital, let alone the capital of the Qin Dynasty, they still had some impression of it from the words of Parthian merchants.

Even the most adventurous caravans in their country rarely managed to reach that place; most people opted to settle in Dayuan and Shule, where they would engage in trade.

According to legend, to reach the Qin Dynasty in the Far East, one must not only cross long snow-capped mountains, but also a Gobi Desert burning with flames.

"Yes."

Anmoti sneered and pulled a roll of parchment from his robes, unfolding it:

“By order of the Holy Lord, the procession to present the captives will set off eastward in three days. At that time, Vologasis V and his confidants will be taken to Luoyang as spoils of war. As for you—” He glanced at the people in the prison, “either submit to the new ruler, or go with me to the Great Qin and experience the taste of being exiled thousands of miles away.”

"No! He can't do this to us!"

Allman lunged at the iron bars, his fingers gripping the cold metal, and glared at Anmoti, saying:

“We are all descendants of noble Parthian families, and my father is even a high-ranking prime minister. How dare you touch us? Once my father brings reinforcements, we will tear you traitors to pieces!”

Anmoti laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, clutching his stomach and laughing for a long time. His peripheral vision swept over the ashen faces of the people in the cell.
"Hahaha!"

"Young Master Alman, are you actually waiting for the Prime Minister's reinforcements?"

"Let me guess, are you waiting for Crown Prince Ardaban's reserve forces, or General Bahadur's troops from the south?"

"But no matter which one it is, you have no chance."

Having said that, Anmoti pulled out the battle report from his pocket and casually tossed it into the prison: "Those two—they've long since disappeared!"

(End of this chapter)