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Chapter 321 The Third Princess Angrily Rebukes the Khatun
Afterwards, Chu Lu's plan to counter the rumors was quickly launched.

Huo Qi's once-hardened imperial guards seemed to have undergone a complete transformation overnight. Some frequented teahouses, becoming eloquent storytellers; others lingered in taverns, posing as incoherent drunkards; and still others simply disguised themselves as gossipy busybodies. They spread their meticulously crafted stories as invaluable insider information, doing so discreetly.

"Hey, heard? Our lord is a god descended from heaven, a man who can see a hundred steps ahead with every step he takes! What 100,000 Yin soldiers, the blood sacrifice formation, bullshit! It's all bait that His Majesty himself laid out!"

"Absolutely! My cousin, who works in the palace, secretly said that this is called 'luring the enemy into a trap'! They're just waiting for those fools from the Great Jiang Kingdom and the Great Liang Kingdom to walk right into it, then they'll catch them like turtles in a jar, chop them up, and feed them to the dogs! His Majesty is planning to unify the world!"

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As these rumors continued to circulate, the people of the capital began to feel confused and bewildered. They started to wonder if this was truly a scheme by the emperor. Although the number of confused people was relatively small at first, the impact was rapidly growing as Huo Qi's confidants vigorously spread the rumors.

As a result, Changhong soon became aware of these targeted new rumors.

She sat by the window of the inn, listening to the argument downstairs, a contemptuous sneer playing on her lips.

“A desperate struggle,” she said casually. “You think you can use this trick to save the Empress Dowager last time, and then use it to save yourself this time? Ha, come on. Last time I was just too lazy to bother with it. But this time it’s different. These rumors you’ve carefully fabricated are completely useless. I can easily refute them with just a few words. As long as I don’t give up, no matter how hard you try, it’ll all be in vain.”

She had barely finished speaking when a message from the Third Princess suddenly came through: "You've arrived in the capital?"

Chang Hong was slightly surprised, but still replied, "We've arrived and are preparing to make our move against the emperor."

The Third Princess said, "You should be careful. This emperor might not be so easy to deal with. Xiao Jiu is one thing, but Si Ren, although she has some mental issues, is still an experienced person. She was defeated, and defeated so badly. I messaged her privately a few days ago, and she didn't even want to answer. This is obviously not right."

Upon seeing the message, Changhong frowned slightly and replied, "I know, of course I won't be careless. Don't worry."

The Third Princess remained silent for a moment, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately only uttered a few simple words: "Alright. It's good that you understand."

After closing the chat group, the Third Princess Jiang Liuli frowned slightly. She could tell that Chang Hong's words were still full of contempt, and he hadn't taken her words to heart at all.

But that doesn't matter.

"Anyway, I'm still here," she muttered proudly to herself. "When the time comes, I'll personally take care of the problem. What do I care about emperors or group leaders? Before my ice magic, they're nothing but clay chickens and earthenware dogs!"

She firmly believed that she was the trump card that would decide the outcome.

Therefore, the Third Princess simply put the mess in the capital out of her mind and devoted herself wholeheartedly to developing her own storyline.

Since setting foot in this desert, her life has been nothing short of spectacular. The Khan, her nominal husband, tried to climb into her bed, but she beat him so badly that he rolled on the ground howling in pain, looking like a mangy dog ​​with a broken spine. Every day, she rode her horse and unhorsed those self-important tribal warriors one by one, becoming the most powerful and influential woman in the land.

The men who had fallen to her showed no resentment whatsoever; instead, they seemed to be under some kind of spell. They were all infatuated with her, dreaming of one day replacing her as the new Khan and then rightfully embracing her. Even the scars on their faces, inflicted by the Third Princess herself, seemed to become a sweet mark they couldn't flaunt.

Right now, she's focused on reforming the maids around her. Her ideas coincide with those of Si Ren, Chang Hong, and their group; they all firmly believe that women's weakness is purely a man-made shackle—a result of being deprived of meat, eggs, and dairy. Therefore, as long as they're allowed to eat their fill and train like crazy, they can all become as strong as bulls, and it wouldn't be surprising if they even undergo a second growth spurt, growing to two or three meters tall.

At this moment, in the open space, a group of maids were sweating profusely as they carried out the training she had arranged. She stood there, both supervising and waiting for someone. She calculated the time and realized that the next plot point was almost here, so she might as well wait here.

Before long, a middle-aged woman dressed in a luxurious leather robe adorned with silver ornaments and with a dignified expression walked over with unhurried steps.

The third princess looked up and immediately recognized the person who had come—the Khatun, the birth mother of the current Khan.

She thought to herself: Here it comes.

According to her memory, this is what happened next. She first trained the maids, which aroused the curiosity of this grassland mother. The two started chatting, and then suddenly began to argue.

The Third Princess then laid out her mind-blowing yet impeccable theory, completely convincing her and ultimately turning her into one of her own. This was a crucial step in her conquest of the grasslands, one that couldn't be afforded to fail. "What are you doing here?" the Third Princess asked coldly, devoid of any human warmth.

The Khatun's smile was as warm as the spring sun as he said, "I heard the princess is training troops. I had nothing better to do, so I came to see what was going on."

Her gaze swept over the group of maids who were practically falling apart, and a genuine appreciation appeared in her eyes. She exclaimed, "How wonderful! You have the warmth of real life. I've long disliked your maids; they're all like willow branches that would be blown down by the wind, weak and sickly. How can they survive in this desert like that?"

Seeing this, the Third Princess didn't bother with any more words and cut straight to the point, throwing out the line she had prepared beforehand: "How did the child come about?"

The Khatun was taken aback by her sudden question before laughing and saying, "Princess, why would you ask such a silly question? Everyone in the world is born from their own mother's womb. The Khan is, you are, and so am I."

"Why don't children born from their mother's womb take their mother's surname?" The Third Princess tilted her head and asked innocently, "Why do all the children born to women become men's? How can the Khan, who cannot have children, have so many children? How can he guarantee that every child is his own? He can't have children."

The Khatun smiled and shook her head, saying, "Third Princess, you don't seem to be very bright. How did the child become a man's? Isn't the Khan my child? Doesn't the Khan acknowledge it? Or does no one else acknowledge it?"

The third princess froze, clearly not expecting the Khatun's answer, leaving her momentarily speechless. She forced a change of topic: "But her surname..."

“Third Princess,” Khatun laughed again, “in the wolf packs of the grasslands, only the strongest wolf king can lead the pack. Letting the weak lead will only kill all the wolves. The kind of people you want have existed before, but they all starved to death.”

The third princess's expression had already turned somewhat grim. She emphasized, "This is not right! Women should be the masters of the world!"

"Why?" Khatun asked curiously.

“Because it was Mother who gave us life!” The Third Princess’s eyes became fervent and solemn. “You don’t understand. In the vast and boundless space, there are actually countless worlds, large and small. Those worlds are different from this one. They have countless powerful beings. They may be able to summon wind and rain, bring the dead back to life, and even turn back time, but they cannot create life.”

She stared intently at the Khatun, her voice firm and resolute: "Only gods can create life, but women can too. Therefore, women are gods!"

The Khatun was stunned after hearing this.

Just as the Third Princess was feeling smug, thinking that the Khatun had been completely intimidated by her powerful words, the Khatun suddenly burst into a loud, earth-shattering laugh, laughing so hard that he was doubled over and his whole body was trembling.

The third princess flew into a rage: "What are you laughing at?!"

"Haha... Third Princess, you're hilarious." The Khatun finally stopped laughing, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes. "Where did you learn all these things? 'The mother gives life,' you say. It's true we give birth to children, but without a man, they can't be born. Have you ever seen a woman alone, shouting 'I want to give birth, I want to give birth,' and suddenly become pregnant? Hahaha! If we're being honest, life is created by both men and women. How can you steal all the credit?"

As if she had thought of something even funnier, she continued, "And then there's your so-called countless worlds, those things that only exist in novels, I won't even mention them. But, women can give birth, so they're gods? Pfft, hahaha! According to you, sows are gods too? Female dogs are gods too? Then female insects are even greater gods! After all, they give birth to far more offspring than I do! Hahahaha!"

The Khatun didn't notice that the Third Princess's face was now as black as the bottom of a pot, her fists clenched, and her eyes filled with boundless rage. If it weren't for the need to complete the plot, she would have already twisted the Khatun's head off.

"Say it again!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Think about it carefully!"

Khatun was delighted and was about to speak again.

Just then, the protagonist's halo suddenly activated behind the Third Princess!
The halo rose like a full moon, turning the surrounding area into a silvery white.

The Khatun's smile froze instantly, her eyes momentarily glazed over. The next instant, her expression underwent a complete 180-degree turn, becoming one of utter despair: "Oh dear! Princess, you're right! I was wrong! I was so foolish! Yes, women are goddesses! We women are goddesses!"

The Third Princess's expression softened slightly, and she snorted coldly, "You managed to pull back from the brink, so there's still hope for you. Get lost."

"Yes, yes." The Khatun stood up respectfully and left obediently, looking as if he was afraid that the Third Princess would get angry again.

(End of this chapter)