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Chapter 337 Conquering the Desert
Chu Lu slowly opened his eyes, his expression calm yet gloomy.

"You're awake?" Qin Su's voice rang in my mind. "Sorry, I still haven't found anything."

Chu Lu waved his hand and said, "It's alright. Don't worry about it."

"Hmm..." Qin Su nodded, then looked at Chu Lu and noticed his rather unpleasant expression, so she said, "You don't look too good. Was there something wrong with this dream?"

“No.” Chu Lu shook his head, then said in a slightly hoarse voice, “It’s just that the doll Xie Mingshu in my dream is in an increasingly miserable situation, and the emotions she conveys are becoming more and more desperate.”

"Really?" Qin Su's tone carried a hint of worry. "Then you should rest and adjust your mindset first."

Chu Lu shook his head and said, "No. I've been through even more difficult situations, this is nothing. We're only one step away from reaching the maximum correction value, we can't procrastinate at this crucial moment. We must take advantage of the time before the next leading lady arrives and when we can mobilize manpower to the maximum extent to complete it as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Qin Su remained silent for a moment and stopped trying to persuade her: "You're right, that's the way to do it."

Chu Lu said no more, got up and summoned a palace maid to begin washing and changing clothes.

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Meanwhile, in the vast desert thousands of miles away.

A biting wind howled, whipping up clouds of yellow sand like the roar of an invisible beast. The sky was so gloomy it seemed about to collapse, adding to the already desolate atmosphere of the land.

Inside a huge royal tent, it was warm as spring.

Princess Jiang Liuli sat upright on a chair covered with thick animal hides, her expression icy. Before her, the Khatun and Tielan were respectfully reporting.

"Princess, everything is ready." Khatun was excited and enthusiastic. "Our people are ready to make their move."

Tielan nodded in agreement, his tone firm: "We await your command."

The third princess nodded in satisfaction.

After a long wait, her storyline has finally reached its final chapter.

In her original novel world, the plot unfolded exactly like this. After winning over the two men, she directly launched an attack at the year-end banquet, forcibly demanding that the Khan relinquish his position.

The Khan dared not disobey, but the others were certainly extremely dissatisfied. So she took direct action, first using ice magic to kill the rebels, and then casting a spell to summon a blizzard that would engulf the entire desert.

Moreover, this blizzard was very peculiar; men couldn't stand it at all and had to stay at home, while women felt nothing at all.

In this way, the Third Princess transformed the entire desert into a world dominated by women without shedding a drop of blood, successfully proving to the world that women are the natural strongmen.

Congratulations, congratulations.

After that, she assembled a massive army composed entirely of women and launched a counterattack on the Central Plains to annihilate the biological father who had sent her here for a marriage alliance.

However, looking at it this way, the roles of Khatun and Telan seem somewhat superfluous, as the Third Princess could handle everything on her own. Of course, this is incorrect. Their role is to clean up the mess.

As the noble and proud female protagonist, the Third Princess, being of the highest rank and above all others, naturally couldn't possibly handle trivial matters like disposing of corpses, explaining her actions to the ignorant masses, or comforting foolish women who were crying because they had lost their men. Therefore, she needed several subordinates to do these things for her.

This is the purpose of the Khatun and Tiran. After the Third Princess has completed the massacre, they will immediately step forward, fabricate and distort the myths on the spot, and praise the Third Princess as the incarnation of the Winter Goddess, in order to correct this upside-down world.

They would use the most persuasive words to brainwash all the women in the desert, telling them that joining the army and fighting had countless benefits, but that selfish men had been keeping it a secret from them. This would persuade the women to willingly take up arms, volunteer for the army, and form their own ranks.

And now, this plan to overturn the entire desert is about to begin its first step.

After hearing the report, the Third Princess slowly stood up from her chair, her cold gaze sweeping over the two of them, and said, "Then, let's make our move."

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As night deepened, the commotion outside the royal tent grew louder and louder, the sounds of the ongoing annual banquet.

Inside the tent, the lights were bright, and the central bonfire was burning brightly, filling the air with the aroma of roasted whole lamb and the rich scent of mare's milk wine. The burly warriors sat around the tent, clinking glasses and laughing heartily, creating a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere.

The Khan, seated high in the main seat, was raising a golden cup and drinking heartily with everyone. Just then, the tent flap was lifted, and the Third Princess's aloof figure appeared at the entrance, completely out of place with the lively atmosphere inside the tent.

The Khan immediately stood up enthusiastically, raised his wine cup high, and laughed loudly, "Princess, you've finally arrived! Quickly, I've prepared the best seat especially for you!"

When he spoke, he emphasized the word "deliberately," and there was a subtle hint of flattery in his tone.

However, the Third Princess ignored his enthusiastic greetings and didn't even glance at the seat.

She walked straight through the crowd to the very center of the tent, stood before the Khan's seat, and looked at him expressionlessly. She didn't speak, but her expression and her eyes spoke volumes.

The Khan, seated in the main seat, had his once warm smile become incredibly stiff, as if a mask had been forcibly put on him. His back was soaked with cold sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.

He dared not refuse. He had already experienced the Third Princess's strength these days; her thin arms and legs could always unleash a strange and enormous force.

But the tent was full of familiar grassland men, and as the Khan, he could not simply slink away from his position.

So he simply pretended not to understand the Third Princess's expression and said, "What's wrong, Princess? Come, please take a seat!"

The third princess's eyes turned cold; she was extremely dissatisfied with the Khan's feigned ignorance. She slammed her hand on the table. Staring at the Khan, she coldly uttered two words: "Get up."

These two words instantly shattered the Khan's courage, which he had mustered for so long. He jumped up almost as if he had been electrocuted, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Princess, please sit down, Princess, please sit down."

This scene caused everyone present to change their expressions.

A hot-tempered warrior's face darkened, and he abruptly stood up, shouting, "Great Khan! You are the Khan of our grasslands, how can you give this seat to a wretched woman from the Central Plains!"

The Khan was terrified, and without thinking, he roared back, "Insolence! The Third Princess is my woman now, we are husband and wife. What's wrong with her sitting down? What, just because I don't take the seat of honor, you don't consider me your Khan anymore?!"

Seeing the Khan's fierce attitude, the other warriors who were also eager to fight immediately froze and gave up their ideas.

The Third Princess leisurely took her seat in the main seat, then lazily glanced at the Khan, revealing a mocking smile: "You talk too much nonsense. Are you so unwilling to lose face?"

She paused, then added, "And let me make this clear, this position wasn't given up by you. It was originally mine." The Khan's face turned ashen. He had never suffered such humiliation in his entire life, and he didn't know how to react. His mind went blank, and all he wanted to do was find a place to hide.

But just as he lifted his foot, the Third Princess's voice drifted over again: "Stop."

"There's no place for you to sit here." Her tone was flat, yet full of self-righteous arrogance. "Just stand there."

In that instant, the Khan's body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had been slapped hard across the face. He turned his head and looked at the Third Princess in disbelief.

This completely enraged the other warriors in the royal tent.

Especially the warrior who had just been reprimanded, he couldn't hold back any longer. He kicked over the table in front of him, spilling wine and food all over the floor. Pointing at the Khan's nose, his eyes were bloodshot: "Khan! You let a woman debase herself like this?! Have you no shame?!"

Upon hearing this, the Khan's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word in response.

Shameful? Of course it's shameful! But what could he do? Fight her? Even if he risked his life, for the sake of dignity and honor, he would fight her to the death.

But what about the others? The Third Princess is incredibly cruel and kills people at the drop of a hat.

If he dares to resist, not only will he die, but everyone present will also be doomed.

How could he, as Khan, bear to do such a thing?
But the warrior didn't understand. He only knew that the Khan had changed, become cowardly and incompetent. His heart ached terribly: "Coward! Disgraceful thing! You are not worthy to be Khan!"

Having said that, he suddenly turned to the Third Princess, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "It's you! It must be you! Ever since you arrived, the Khan has lost his manly spirit. You must have used some shady witchcraft! I'm going to kill you!"

Before he finished speaking, the warrior roared, drew his scimitar from his waist, and charged forward fiercely.

The Khan's face turned pale instantly, and he immediately tried to rush over to stop him.

But it was too late.

The Third Princess simply waved her hand, and the warrior's lunge stopped.

His head was frozen by the sudden appearance of ice and snow, then the ice and snow cracked together and fell to the ground. Only a headless corpse remained standing, but he did not stand for long. He swayed back and forth for a moment, then fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

The entire royal tent fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned. No one could see what had just happened. How could a living warrior have died? And in such a bizarre way?
Just then, the Third Princess slowly looked around at everyone, and at that moment, a look of grief and indignation at being bullied slowly appeared on her face.

Her expression suggested that she wasn't the one who killed people casually and wantonly humiliated the innocent; rather, it suggested that she was the victim who had been driven to a dead end.

Her voice suddenly rose, and she declared righteously, "You will pay the price for this!"

As soon as she finished speaking, an extreme chill erupted from her body, announcing the arrival of winter to the entire desert.

Outside the tent, the howling of the wind and sand abruptly ceased, replaced by a deathly silence where everything seemed frozen. Inside the tent, the biting cold seemed to seep from the walls, the carpet, and even into the very marrow of every person.

The roaring campfire didn't even have a chance to struggle. The leaping flames were extinguished instantly, and the scalding charcoal was transformed into crystal-clear ice sculptures in a flash.

All the men present, no matter how strong, were frozen, their faces turning blue, their lips turning purple, and their teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Strangely, all the women present, including the Khatun, Tielan, and even the maids who served tea and water, were unharmed, as if they felt no chill at all.

This inexplicable change in the heavens and earth terrified everyone present. Then, in the silence, someone suddenly pointed at the Third Princess and screamed, "It's a monster! She's a monster!"

Everyone's expression changed, and their eyes filled with disgust and fear as they looked at the Third Princess, clearly believing what she said.

Yes. How could someone who isn't a monster do something like that?

Just then, Khatun stepped forward.

She strode into the center of the field and played her part.

"Shut up!" she roared at the crowd with all her might. "This is not a monster, but divine punishment from the goddess of winter!"

"The deity we have worshipped since ancient times in our desert is the Goddess of Winter! The rules left by the goddess are that women should take up bows and arrows, and men should take up needles and thread! Now the world has turned the rules upside down, so the goddess is angry and has sent down this endless winter as punishment!"

After the Khatun finished speaking, he was the first to kneel down before the Third Princess, prostrating himself on the ground and loudly proclaiming, "Goddess, please forgive us!"

The Khatun's shouts brought everyone back to their senses from their fear of monsters, but they were soon plunged into even deeper confusion.

Goddess? Rules turned upside down? Divine punishment? Where did all this come from? How come they've never heard of it before?

The men were thrown into unprecedented chaos. Some wore absurd expressions, trying to laugh, but their lips were frozen.

However, while they were wondering, the venerable Tielan knelt down without hesitation, his forehead deeply pressed against the cold ground.

This scene made their already hesitant hearts waver even more.

Ultimately, driven by the instinct for survival, fear of the unknown, and blind obedience to the two men, some sighed and slowly knelt down as if resigned to their fate. Then, a chorus of kneeling sounds rose and fell.

Those once invincible eagles of the grasslands, now like frostbitten quails, folded their wings and prostrated themselves before the figure seated high in the main seat. Only the trembling of teeth and pleas for forgiveness remained within the tent.

The third princess looked at everyone prostrating themselves at her feet, a hint of pleasure in her eyes.

--very good.

she thought.

—Well then, it's time to go home.

(End of this chapter)