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Chapter 351 Multiple Reactions
News of Meng Xiao's great victory over the Khatun quickly reached the capital, causing an uproar throughout the court.

"Hahaha! We won! We won again!"

"Hmph, it's nothing out of the ordinary. A bunch of uncivilized desert women dare to challenge us!"

The courtiers danced with joy, spitting as they spoke, utterly excited.

At this moment, Jia Ruhui, the Minister of Revenue, suddenly spoke loudly: "Your Majesty! After these two battles, the main force of the desert female soldiers has been completely wiped out, and their vitality has been severely damaged. The men in their country have all been imprisoned and are no longer a threat. They are now like grasshoppers in autumn."

Our army's morale is high; we should seize this opportunity to drive straight in and bring the entire desert into our territory in one fell swoop—a feat to be accomplished for all time!

These words immediately drew cheers from the audience.

"Lord Jia's words are invaluable! We should seize this opportunity to achieve our goal in one fell swoop!"

"We humbly request Your Majesty to issue an edict ordering General Meng to thoroughly eliminate the threat and prevent future troubles!"

On the dragon throne, Chu Lu's attitude was completely different, with no joy on his face.

He looked down at the flushed faces below and asked, "What about the Third Princess? Was she captured, escaped, or has she been killed?"

The ministers were taken aback for a moment, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

They then suddenly realized that neither of the two reports of victory had mentioned the life or death of the instigator—the Third Princess Jiang Liuli.

But... so what?

The ministers all showed a hint of disapproval on their faces.

The desert army has been almost wiped out. What can the Third Princess, a commander without any troops, do?
Prime Minister Shen Shi'an bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, the report of victory did not mention the whereabouts of the Third Princess."

Chu Lu was not surprised when he heard this.

But he still frowned slightly.

The Third Princess's side suffered a series of crushing defeats, and two of her generals had been captured. He thought that given the strong female lead's personality, the Third Princess would probably lose patience soon and take action herself.

The temporary retreat is likely just preparation for the next formal offensive.

At this moment, Chu Lu could only hope in his heart that that day would come a little later.

After all, he is now very close to capturing Tian Shu.

Some time ago, Chu Lu had already completed the interrogation of the scarred, burly man.

He was the contact who met with the tea shop owner, escaped from Huo Qi's clutches at one point, but was caught again and secretly imprisoned in the imperial prison.

That man was actually quite a tough guy, but unfortunately, he was useless against Chu Lu's extremely high correction value. Chu Lu quickly emptied his mind of all his secrets.

He called himself Lao Li. He was originally a soldier, but he was kicked out of the army for committing a crime. He harbored a lot of resentment and was later recruited by Tian Shu to become a key member of the organization that was lurking in the capital.

Most of the rumors circulating in the military lately have probably come from him.

Just as Qin Su said, the organization of Tian Shu was not complicated and there were no endless nesting dolls.

As a key member, Lao Li can now directly report the situation to Tian Shu.

According to his confession, they would meet every month in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city, where he would report on the latest developments in the capital and receive new instructions.

However, Tian Shu is extremely cautious. Every time they meet, the location, time, and code are changed on the spot. And his methods of escaping surveillance are extremely skillful, varied, and cunning.

To catch this big fish, we need to use Old Li as bait.

The next rendezvous will take place in a few days.

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Meanwhile, on the other side, inside Meng Xiao's camp, they held a victory celebration banquet.

The generals were drunk and staggering, their arms around each other, spouting nonsense and boasting about how many heads they had chopped off on the battlefield.

On the other side of the camp, in the cold and damp dungeon, a completely different scene unfolded.

crunch.

The iron gate made a sickening sound.

Khatun was roughly thrown in like trash. She staggered a few steps and fell heavily onto the cold, sticky floor. The iron gate slammed shut behind her with a clang.

"Who?" A timid voice rang out from the corner.

The Khatun struggled to sit up, and as his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of the dungeon, he could see a person huddled in the corner.

"I am the Khatun of the Great Desert. Who are you?" the Khatun asked warily.

Upon hearing this, the person on the other end trembled violently and cried out in fear, "Khwarazm? You've been arrested too?"

The Khatun frowned deeply: "You know me? Who are you?"

"I am... I am Tielan!" The other person suddenly raised their head.

The moment the other person's face came into Khatun's view, she froze.

Tielan's face was swollen like a pig's head, covered in bruises, and his eyes no longer held any of their former arrogance; he looked like a terrified rabbit.

"Telan?" The Khatun opened her mouth, she could hardly believe her eyes. She stammered, "Your face, your wounds, how did you become like this? What did they do to you?"

At the mention of this, Tielan's body trembled like a leaf. She held her head, her voice filled with despair and confusion, and said incoherently, "I... I tried to escape before, but I was caught and brought back."

Then they made a bet with me: if I could defeat one of their soldiers, they would let me go. And I lost.

He was a new recruit, thin and small, but he... he almost beat me to death.

I don't understand. I don't get it. I've been listening to the princess, eating meat, eggs, and milk every day, so why can't I even beat the weakest one? I...I..."

Listening to Telan's incoherent sobs, the Khatun felt as if her heart was filled with lead, plummeting into an abyss. Just as she was about to offer comfort, Telan suddenly looked up and asked, "By the way, how were you captured? Were you ambushed like me?"

Upon hearing this question, the Khatun paused, and in an instant, images of the battlefield flashed through his mind.

Arrows flew like locusts, and iron cavalry swept everything away like a torrent. The sisters were more fragile than grass in front of those brave soldiers.

She remained silent for a long time before recounting the devastating defeat.

“No,” she shook her head. “After you were captured, I was anxious to save you and wanted to send troops as soon as possible. The princess agreed, and she also said that you would lose because you were single-mindedly trying to take advantage of the situation and launch a sneak attack, so this time I was to face Meng Xiao and the others head-on.” “I did as she said. I agreed to a decisive battle with Meng Xiao in the wilderness. I took the lead and led my sisters to charge forward. I did exactly as the princess instructed—charge forward, no retreat, use our awakened power to tear them apart! And then…”

Khatun closed her eyes, her voice filled with utter despair, "It's all useless. Those men are like a moving iron wall; our sisters crash into them, only to be smashed into a pile of minced meat... It's all for nothing!"

Listening to the Khatun's story, Tielan also felt the same despair.

Silence fell over the dungeon. Only despair festered, like a rotting corpse.

After an unknown amount of time, Tielan asked, trembling, "Princess, were you lying to us from beginning to end?"

She slowly raised her head, staring blankly at the Khatun, her face utterly bewildered. She asked, "Were we wrong?"

She couldn't help but recall the past, the days in the desert before she met the Third Princess. Although her status in the desert wasn't as high as it was after the Third Princess's rebellion, most of the desert men still respected her greatly.

She didn't think that she was inherently superior to them, nor did she think that she could easily defeat them or do what they did.

It all started when she met the Third Princess. Suddenly, she seemed to have become a different person. She was extremely dissatisfied with her surroundings and extremely contemptuous of men, thinking that they were trash and not even worth a toe of hers.

What did this baseless arrogance ultimately bring her?

It was a humiliating defeat, just like the Joker's current predicament.

Now, she instinctively avoids any soldier she sees. She's come to realize that any one of those people she looks down on could easily pin her to the ground.

When Tsering asked her a question, the Khatun didn't know how to answer. Finally, she could only sigh and say, "I don't know. I don't know..."

Suddenly, Tielan began to sob softly.

Hearing the cries, the Khatun was overcome with grief, and tears inexplicably streamed down his face.

Two women who were once so arrogant now wept in the darkness like two lost children.

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The desert.

The wind and snow remained the same.

Princess Jiang Liuli returned through the snow, followed by a few lucky survivors, or rather, deserters.

She had returned from a devastating defeat, yet her face showed no trace of dishevelment, panic, or guilt. She looked as if she had just returned from a picnic.

But the women in the desert couldn't be as composed as she was.

Especially when they learned from the deserters that the front line had completely collapsed and that the tens of thousands of troops under the Khatun had been almost wiped out by Meng Xiao and his men, many of them fainted from excitement.

They wanted an explanation from the Third Princess, but she ignored them and went straight into the royal tent.

The desert women grew increasingly flustered and began to whisper amongst themselves furtively.

"You heard? None of the Khatun and the others have returned..."

"Bullshit! Didn't the princess promise us that we were invincible?"

"My sister, my sister, she's right at the front..."

In their constant private conversations, their mentality gradually deteriorated. Those women who once looked up to the Third Princess as if she were a goddess now had eyes full of suspicion.

As night fell, several elderly men, who were respected among the crowd, quietly gathered in an inconspicuous tent.

"This can't go on!" an old woman exclaimed. "So many people have died in just two battles. If we fight any more, how are we supposed to survive?"

"But the princess..."

"Don't mention her again!" Another old woman was almost out of control. "So many people were killed because of her! They were foolish enough to go out because they believed her sweet words, and none of them ever came back."

The tent fell silent again, but when the people looked at each other, they could see the determination in each other's eyes.

They blew out the fire inside the tent, lifted the curtain, and walked toward the king's tent.

Upon entering the royal tent, they saw the Third Princess sitting regally in the main seat as always. They bowed silently, and then the oldest woman cautiously spoke up: "Princess, we have suffered two defeats and heavy casualties. What are your plans for the future?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than another old woman interjected, "Most of the young girls are already dead. If we fight another battle, they'll all be gone!"
"Why don't we negotiate with Meng Xiao and his group? Didn't the envoy send a letter hoping we would submit? That's actually not a bad idea; we could even get the Khatun and the others back."

"Shut up." As soon as Jiang Liuli said this, the temperature inside the tent dropped even further.

She slowly raised her eyelids, her eyes showing no anger, only the arrogance of someone looking down on cats and dogs.

"Peace talks? Surrender?" she asked in a completely emotionless tone. "You want me to bow down to them? That's impossible. This war will definitely continue."

Seeing that the path to peace talks was blocked, the old woman gritted her teeth and stated their final bottom line: "Princess, if you insist on war, then please free our men and send them to the battlefield! We don't want to fight, and we can't win!"

The third princess stared straight at them, then suddenly shook her head and said, "Have your souls become so lowly?"

She continued, “I have given you awakening and saved you from the mire of the male path. Yet you have willingly asked to return to the mire, simply because you are afraid of death. How utterly ridiculous.”

She didn't roar or yell; she just spoke sarcastic remarks in a serious tone.

But these words, which had worked so well for the Khatun and Tielan, had no effect on these old women.

The old woman met her gaze and spoke clearly, enunciating each word distinctly: "Princess, what good are your sweet words? The reality is we can't win, and our people are almost all dead!"

"We won't let anyone else die in vain." As she spoke, the people behind her stepped forward in unison. With their support, her words became even more powerful. "If you won't liberate men, then don't fight. We might as well go back to herding sheep. It's better than being killed by you!"

The air inside the royal tent was instantly sucked out.

The third princess fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Okay, I understand."

She looked at the crowd in front of her, her eyes filled with impatience: "It seems there's no need to say anything more to you bunch of good-for-nothings."

Her gaze slowly swept across their faces, her eyes filled with nothing but contempt.

“Since words are useless, then I will use undeniable reality to show you which is the truth.” She stood up. “I will let you see with your own eyes how the man you fear is crushed into dust.”

This will make you realize how foolish your doubts were, and how absurd your suggestions were.

“This time,” she announced, emphasizing each word, “I will personally take action.”

(End of this chapter)