An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

"Yes, the capital of the Song Dynasty," Lin Ye said calmly, his tone revealing neither joy nor dislike.

"Let's...let's go in." Meng Gong gasped for breath as he fell off his horse, his legs trembling.

These three days were more exhausting than any battle he had ever fought.

The group entered Lin'an City.

The appearance of Lin Ye and Xiaolongnu immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the street.

The man was as handsome as a god, and the woman was as beautiful as a fairy.

The two of them walking together seemed to have their own halo, making everything around them seem like mere background.

Everyone who saw them instinctively stopped in their tracks, their mouths agape, forgetting what they were originally going to do.

"My God...is that...is that a deity?"

"It's...it's so beautiful..."

"Did they step out of a painting?"

Discussions rose and fell.

Meng Gong walked ahead, listening to these discussions, but he couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself.

immortal?

If you knew what this "immortal" did in Zhongnan Mountain, you probably wouldn't think that way.

He dared not delay and led the two directly toward the imperial city.

……

Daqing Hall.

Emperor Lizong of Song, Zhao Yun, was discussing matters with several trusted ministers.

These past few days, he hasn't been sleeping well and hasn't been eating well.

Meng Gong has been gone for three days, and not a single message has come back.

He didn't know whether Meng Gong had succeeded or failed.

Or... he's already dead at the hands of that devil named Lin Ye.

Every possibility made him extremely anxious.

Meanwhile, the military reports from the front lines were getting worse and worse.

Diaoyu City was completely surrounded, and the Mongol trebuchets bombarded the city walls day and night, causing heavy casualties among the defenders.

Wang Jian has already sent three blood-written letters requesting reinforcements, saying that the city can only hold out for another ten days at most.

Ten days!

If no reinforcements arrive in ten days, Diaoyu City will be doomed!

Sichuan is finished!

Half of the Song Dynasty's territory was lost!

"Your Majesty, we can't wait any longer! We must immediately send troops to reinforce Diaoyu City!" a military officer said anxiously.

"Send troops? Who should we send? Do we even have any troops left?" Chancellor Shi Songzhi retorted coldly. "The imperial guards in the capital are to protect the city and cannot be moved. The armies sent to defend the emperor from all over the country are still on their way. What do we have to fight against the 300,000-strong Mongol army?"

"We can't just stand by and watch Diaoyu Fortress fall!"

"What's the point of just watching? The only solution now is to negotiate peace! Send an envoy to Möngke's army immediately. We'll agree to any conditions as long as we can get him to withdraw his troops!" Shi Songzhi began repeating his old tune.

"you……"

"Enough!" Zhao Yun interrupted their argument impatiently.

The last thing he wants to hear right now is the word "peace talks".

Just then, a eunuch came running in, his voice shrill and filled with shock.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty! Lord Meng... Lord Meng is back!"

"What?"

Zhao Yun suddenly stood up from the dragon throne.

All the ministers in the hall were stunned.

came back?

It's only been three days!

It would take at least twenty days to travel from Lin'an to Zhongnan Mountain and back.

How could he have come back in just three days?

Could it be... that he didn't go at all?

"Where is he? Quick! Let him in!" Zhao Yun shouted excitedly.

Soon, Meng Gong strode into the main hall.

He looked travel-worn and somewhat tired, but his spirits were unusually high.

"Your subject, Meng Gong, pays his respects to Your Majesty!"

"Rise, Minister Meng!" Zhao Yun strode down from the dragon throne and helped him up. "Tell me quickly, how did it go? Did you see that person?"

All the ministers' eyes were fixed on Meng Gong.

Meng Gong took a deep breath, mustered all his strength, and said loudly, "Your Majesty! I have not failed in my mission!"

"Mr. Lin Ye has agreed to come out of seclusion and fight against the enemy for our Great Song Dynasty!"

"Furthermore, he has already accompanied me... to the outside of the palace!"

boom!

Meng Gong's words were like a thunderclap, exploding above everyone's heads!

You agreed?

They even came along?

This...this is impossible!

Zhao Yun's mind went blank; he felt like he was dreaming.

He grabbed Meng Gong's arm, his voice trembling, "Is...is this really true?"

"Absolutely true!" Meng Gong said solemnly, "Mr. Lin and his...madam are waiting outside the hall for His Majesty's summons."

"Quickly! Announce it now!" Zhao Yun practically shouted.

He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

That legendary, god-like figure is about to appear before him!

The savior of the Song Dynasty has arrived!

Shi Songzhi and the other pro-peace officials looked at each other in disbelief.

They don't believe in gods or demons at all.

In their view, Meng Gong must have found a charlatan to deceive the emperor.

How could a demon who could slaughter the entire Zhongnan Mountain be persuaded by you with just a few words and obediently follow you to the capital?

You're kidding me!

They wanted to see just what kind of person Meng Gong had brought back.

Soon, led by the eunuch, two figures slowly walked into the Daqing Hall.

When the two figures appeared in front of everyone.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

All the ministers, including Emperor Zhao Yun on the dragon throne, stood frozen in place as if they had been struck by a spell.

They all gaped, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Only one thought remained in my mind.

immortal!

Inside the Daqing Hall, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone is stupid.

They had met all sorts of people: royalty, stunning beauties, fierce generals, and enlightened monks...

But they had never seen anyone like Lin Ye and Xiaolongnu.

It was a beauty that transcended the mundane, a quality that surpassed all living beings.

It was as if they didn't belong to this world at all.

Those veteran officials who prided themselves on their extensive knowledge and experience in dealing with countless people felt their worldviews were being severely shaken.

They racked their brains but couldn't come up with any words to describe the two people in front of them.

"An immortal...this must be an immortal descending to earth..." an old minister murmured to himself, and was about to kneel down and kowtow.

Prime Minister Shi Songzhi's face turned pale and then red.

He had prepared a whole host of questions, intending to thoroughly interrogate this "charlatan" that Meng Gong had brought along.

But now, when he saw Lin Ye's face and met those cold, emotionless eyes...

All the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

He felt an unprecedented pressure.

That wasn't official arrogance, nor was it murderous intent.

Rather, it is a kind of... crushing on a life level.

He felt as insignificant as an ant in front of this young man.

The other party only needs a single thought to reduce him to ashes.

fraud?

Shi Songzhi smiled bitterly to himself.

If people like this are all frauds, then what in this world is real?

Zhao Yun, sitting on the dragon throne, was completely stunned.

As the emperor, he possessed the wealth of the entire world; what kind of beauty hadn't he seen?

But when he saw Xiaolongnu, he realized that all the so-called beauties in his harem were nothing but ordinary women compared to the one in front of him, not even worthy of carrying her shoes.

And that young man in black...

Zhao Yun only needed to make eye contact with him once to feel her soul almost freeze.

He instinctively looked away, his heart pounding wildly.

He finally believed it.

They believed everything Meng Gong said.

This person definitely possesses the divine and demonic power that Meng Gong described!

His savior, the Great Song Dynasty, has truly arrived!

"Emperor Zhao Yun of the Great Song Dynasty greets... greets Mr. Lin, greets... the fairy."

Zhao Yun forced himself to calm down, stepped down from the dragon throne, cupped his hands in greeting to the two men, and even stammered a little.

He wanted to refer to himself as "朕" (Zhen, meaning "I, the Emperor"), but the words wouldn't come out.

He felt that referring to himself as "朕" (Zhen, the imperial "I") in front of such a person was a desecration.

Lin Ye ignored him.

His gaze swept across the magnificent palace before settling on the dragon throne, which was carved with dragons and phoenixes.

His brow furrowed slightly.

"Is this where your emperor stays?" he asked, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Yes...yes," Zhao Yun quickly replied.

"Too noisy," Lin Ye commented casually.

Then, he took Little Dragon Girl's hand and, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, walked step by step toward the dragon throne.

Everyone was stunned!

What is he going to do?

What is he trying to do?!

That's the dragon throne! It's the symbol of imperial power! Who dares to approach it except the emperor?

"How dare you!"

The oblivious censor finally snapped out of his shock. Mustering his courage, he pointed at Lin Ye and shouted angrily, "This is the throne of the Emperor! How dare you commoners..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Ye didn't even glance at him.

Meng Gong, who was standing not far from him, suddenly moved.

Meng Gong moved with lightning speed, taking a single step to stand in front of the censor. Then, he swung his arm and, with all his might, slapped him hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, resounding slap echoed throughout the entire hall.

The censor was sent flying by the slap, spinning twice in the air, losing several teeth, before crashing heavily to the ground and immediately losing consciousness.

The entire hall fell silent once again.

Everyone looked at Meng Gong as if he were crazy.

Has Meng Gong gone mad?

He is the Privy Councilor, the head of the military! How dare he beat up an official in the imperial court, in front of the emperor?

Meng Gong ignored the gazes of the crowd.

After he finished hitting the man, he immediately turned around, knelt on one knee facing Lin Ye's back, and lowered his proud head.

"Please forgive him, sir! This man was blind and offended you. I... have already reprimanded him!"

At this moment, everyone finally understood.

Meng Gong is not crazy.

He was doing it for Lin Ye's benefit!

He was demonstrating his stance to everyone, including Lin Ye, through his actions!

This Mr. Lin is heaven!

His words are law!

Anyone who dares to be disrespectful will die!

Zhao Yun looked at Meng Gong kneeling on the ground, then at the unconscious censor, his expression shifting, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that Meng Gong's slap was not just a blow to the face of the censor.

It was not only the emperor's face that was being slapped, but also the face of the entire Song Dynasty court.

Meng Gong was telling him that this lord was an ancestor who had been invited to save his life, not a subject who could be ordered around at will.

No worldly rules apply to him.

A sense of humiliation welled up in Zhao Yun's heart.

But more than anything, it was fear.

He dared not retaliate.

He could only watch helplessly as Lin Ye walked to his dragon throne.

Lin Ye reached out and touched the golden armrest, then patted the seat cushion wrapped in bright yellow silk.

"This chair isn't comfortable to sit in."

He said it casually.

Then, to everyone's utter astonishment...

He plopped down on his bottom.

boom!

Everyone's minds went blank.

He... he actually sat on the dragon throne!

This is treason! This is utter disloyalty! This is a capital offense punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family!

Shi Songzhi and the others were so frightened that their legs went weak and they knelt down, trembling like leaves.

Zhao Yun's face turned deathly pale instantly, devoid of any color.

He stood there, stunned, staring at the young man sitting on his throne, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

It’s over.

We've let a wolf into the house.

No, it's like letting a real dragon into the house!

A real dragon that could devour him, this fake dragon, at any moment!

However, Lin Ye didn't seem to have much interest in the chair that symbolized supreme power.

He only sat for a moment before standing up.

Then, he pulled over the Little Dragon Girl next to him and made her sit down as well.

"Long'er, you give it a try."

The little dragon girl was a little curious and a little nervous. She sat down carefully and felt something soft under her bottom.

She swung her legs, then looked up at Lin Ye and said, "Brother Lin, it's not very comfortable. It's not as comfortable as the Jade Bed in our ancient tomb."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Lin Ye smiled and then helped Xiaolongnu up from the dragon throne.

He turned around and looked down at the emperor, who was almost paralyzed with fear.

"Alright, you've already sat on the chair."

"Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

"Hurry up and finish so I can get done quickly and take Long'er back to sleep."

His tone was like that of an office worker urging his boss to finish assigning tasks quickly so he could go home early.

They completely disregarded the critical military and national event that was about to determine the survival of the country.

Zhao Yun opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

His brain was still reeling from the huge shock he had just experienced and had not yet recovered.

Meng Gong reacted quickly, stepping forward and shouting, "Reporting to Master Qi! Möngke is personally leading an army of 300,000 and is launching a fierce attack on Diaoyu City of our Great Song Dynasty!"

"Diaoyu City?" Lin Ye repeated.

"Yes!" Meng Gong took out a military map from his pocket, walked quickly to Lin Ye, unfolded the map, and pointed to a point on it.

"Diaoyu City is here! Located in Sichuan, it is a strategic stronghold on the western front of our Great Song Dynasty! If it falls, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Lin Ye glanced down at the map.

His gaze lingered on it for less than a second.

Then he nodded.

"understood."

"Let's go."

After saying that, he took Xiaolongnu's hand and turned to walk out of the main hall.

It was concise and to the point, without a single wasted word.

"Sir! Sir, please wait!" Zhao Yun finally came to his senses and hurriedly called out.

Lin Ye stopped and turned around, looking at him with some impatience.

"Is there anything else?"

"I...I...I haven't bestowed the title upon you yet!" Zhao Yun said hastily.

He remembered that he wanted to formally bestow the title of "Commander-in-Chief of the Three Armies" upon Lin Ye.

"A conferment of titles?" Lin Ye seemed to find it amusing. "Do I need you to bestow titles?"

"Meng Gong," he called out.

"Your subject is here!" Meng Gong replied immediately.

"Show him your command seal."

Meng Gong dared not delay and immediately took out the blank imperial edict tied with a white ribbon from his bosom, holding it high.

"Your Majesty, please look! This is Mr. Lin's commander's seal!"

Zhao Yun and the entire court looked at the hair ribbon fluttering on the imperial edict, which was clearly a woman's hair ribbon.

Everyone's expression became incredibly strange.

This...this is the commander's seal?

This is too much...

"From this day forward, seeing this object is like seeing me."

"Meng Gong will convey my message."

"All you need to do is obey and do as instructed."

"Anyone who dares to disobey, I will kill."

"Did you understand?"

Lin Ye's gaze swept over everyone in the main hall.

That gaze was cold and indifferent, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"I...I understand..."

Zhao Yun and all the ministers nodded subconsciously, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"very good."

Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

Then, without lingering, he took Little Dragon Girl's hand and disappeared at the entrance of the main hall.

Only a room remained, filled with bewildered Song Dynasty emperors and ministers, staring at each other, utterly disoriented.

Lin Ye and Xiaolongnu left.

Just as they came, they arrived suddenly and then vanished just as quickly.

Inside the Daqing Hall, it felt as if a violent earthquake had occurred, and everyone was still in a daze and in a state of disbelief.

What just happened was completely shattering their understanding.

The young man named Lin Ye sat on the dragon throne in front of the emperor and all the officials, and even let his woman sit on it as well.

Privy Councilor Meng Gong beat up an imperial censor in court, and nothing happened to him.

The emperor promised him the position of commander-in-chief of the three armies, but he didn't care at all. He just grabbed a woman's hair ribbon and used it as his seal.

The most outrageous thing is that from beginning to end, not a single person dared to say "no".

Including Emperor Zhao Yun himself.

"Absurd... Utterly absurd!"

After a long while, it was the first time that Prime Minister Shi Songzhi reacted. He got up from the ground, pointed at Meng Gong, and trembled with anger.

"Meng Gong! Look at the mess you've made! What kind of person have you brought back?"

"This man has no respect for the emperor; his actions are tantamount to treason! You even aided and abetted this evildoer, assaulting your colleague! Do you... do you have no regard for the law? Do you have no regard for His Majesty?"

Meng Gong gave him a cold look, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Prime Minister Shi, I advise you to watch your words."

"Mr. Lin is the savior of our Great Song Dynasty, and a distinguished guest of His Majesty. If you dare to speak disrespectfully to him again, don't blame my sword, Meng Gong, for not recognizing your head!"

Meng Gong's voice was icy cold, carrying an undisguised killing intent.

Shi Songzhi shuddered in fright, and swallowed the rest of his words.

He then remembered that Meng Gong was not only a Privy Councilor, but also a fierce general who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

If you really piss him off, he's absolutely capable of killing the prime minister in the current dynasty.

"You...you..." Shi Songzhi pointed at Meng Gong, too angry to speak.

"alright!"

Zhao Yun finally recovered from the shock and humiliation, and he waved his hand wearily.

He sat back down on the dragon throne that someone else had just sat on, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He looked at Meng Gong with a complicated expression.

"Minister Meng, do you... do you really think he can repel the Mongol army?"

Zhao Yun's voice was filled with uncertainty.

He had witnessed Lin Ye's power and domineering nature.

But can this kind of individual strength really translate into victory on the battlefield?

No matter how powerful he is, how many people can he kill alone? A hundred? A thousand?

The Mongols had an army of 300,000!

"Your Majesty, please forgive my bluntness." Meng Gong bowed deeply, but his tone was unwavering.

"When I was in Zhongnan Mountain, I personally witnessed a scene that was like hell."

"The hundreds of Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect, along with nearly a thousand martial arts masters who have come up the mountain, are not even as insignificant as ants in front of Mr. Lin."

"Sir's power is beyond the comprehension of us mortals."

"I believe that as long as you are willing to take action, let alone 300,000 Mongol troops, even a million would be nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs!"

Meng Gong's words were resounding and powerful.

He wasn't flattering the emperor, nor was he trying to comfort him.

He genuinely believes that.

After witnessing Lin Ye's inhuman power, he developed an almost blind worship and trust in Lin Ye.

The other military officers in the hall, though they had not witnessed it firsthand, trusted Meng Gong's judgment.

Meng Gong was not one to exaggerate.

For Lin Ye to utter the phrase "a piece of trash," he must be incredibly powerful, beyond their comprehension.

In an instant, the morale of the military officers was greatly boosted.

The civil officials, including Shi Songzhi, looked on with suspicion and disdain.

"Nonsense!" Shi Songzhi sneered. "Lord Meng, you've also studied military strategy. Since ancient times, how can one person defeat an army of thousands? That's utterly delusional!"

"Even if he's incredibly skilled in martial arts, can he withstand a hail of arrows from the Mongols? Can he break through their iron cavalry formation? Can he fill in the moat and demolish the city walls?"

"Warfare relies on the army, strategy, and logistics, not the reckless courage of commoners!"

Shi Songzhi's words resonated with many people.

They acknowledged that Lin Ye was very strong and domineering.

But the idea that he could single-handedly repel an army of 300,000 was still considered too far-fetched by them.

Zhao Yun's brows furrowed once again.

He was also somewhat swayed by what Shi Songzhi said.

Yes, can individual military force really play a decisive role in the face of a massive war machine?

Meng Gong looked at these fools who were still using mortal thinking to speculate about gods and demons, and sneered inwardly.

He was too lazy to argue with them anymore.

Facts will prove everything.

"Your Majesty!" Meng Gong bowed again. "Mr. Lin has gone to the military camp and is ready to depart immediately to reinforce Diaoyu City."

"Your Majesty, I humbly request that you immediately issue an edict to allocate 100,000 Imperial Guards, along with the best provisions and weaponry, to accompany the Marshal on his expedition!"

"Furthermore, Your Majesty, please proclaim to the entire army that Mr. Lin is the Grand Marshal of the Song Dynasty's army, and his orders are as absolute as the Emperor's. Anyone who disobeys will be executed first and reported later!"

Meng Gong knew that he had to clear all obstacles for Lin Ye.

He couldn't let the stupidity and obstruction of these people in the court affect Lin Ye's actions.

"Granted!"

Zhao Yun agreed almost without hesitation.

Regardless of whether Lin Ye is capable or not, he is now the only hope for the Song Dynasty.

They had no choice but to try anything, putting all their eggs in one basket.

"Issue my decree!" Zhao Yun stood up, his voice regaining a trace of imperial authority.

"Feng Linye is appointed Grand Marshal of the Song Dynasty's Armed Forces, commanding all the troops nationwide and controlling the entire realm! He is bestowed with a gold tablet and an imperial sword, as if I were personally present!"

"The Privy Councilor Meng Gong is hereby appointed as Deputy Commander-in-Chief to assist the Marshal in handling all military affairs!"