Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

At this time, in a mansion within Tianwan City, the capital of Dayuan Kingdom.

Su Xuanji sat by the window, looking at the sword in her hand, her eyes slightly dazed.

She never imagined that her plan, which had started off so smoothly, would encounter such a huge change at the last moment.

On that day, armed with a forged imperial edict and the military tally of Dayuan, she successfully mobilized 50,000 Dayuan border troops to invade the border of Fenglin. Logically, everything should have gone very smoothly, as long as Dayuan and Fenglin were at war.

Then the Great Xia will be able to reap the benefits!

However, just two days after entering the border of Fenglin, the Yuehua Dynasty, which can be called the strongest in the Eastern Region, actually sent five thousand "Red-Clad Iron Cavalry" to aid Fenglin.

Five thousand versus fifty thousand, a tenfold difference in numbers!

The moment the two sides clashed, the border troops that Dayuan was so proud of were as flimsy as paper under the charge of the red-clad iron cavalry.

After a few rounds, they were instantly defeated. Even though she, a grandmaster, personally took action and killed dozens of red-clad iron cavalry, she could not reverse the defeat.

In the end, the 50,000-strong Dayuan border army fled in disarray back to Tianwan City, where they held their ground and fought to the death.

The Red-Clad Iron Cavalry, on the other hand, suffered only two hundred casualties.

The task Xia Jin assigned to her thus failed.

"Master, don't blame yourself too much." Madam Lan, who was standing to the side, looked at Su Xuanji's slightly lonely figure, walked over and patted her shoulder, and gently comforted her, "This time it's not your fault. Who could have predicted that Feng Lin would be able to mobilize the Red-Clad Iron Cavalry of the Moonflower Dynasty to come to their aid? And a full five thousand of them."

"Don't even mention that you are the only Grandmaster. Even if there were several more Grandmasters, they would be powerless against these five thousand red-clad iron cavalry!" Madam Lan said, but the image of Xia Jin appeared in her mind.

Perhaps, if it were him, in that situation, facing those five thousand red-clad iron cavalry, he would have had a way out!

Su Xuanji patted the hand on her shoulder and slowly came back to her senses.

His eyes regained their usual calm, but a hint of stubbornness still lingered deep within: "The mission failed, and that's it. There are no excuses. It was my oversight and inadequate response. I will explain everything to him when the time comes, and I will accept all punishment."

As she spoke, she managed a weak smile.

"What? Who are you going to explain this to?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice, tinged with a hint of teasing, rang in the ears of the two women.

The two women were startled and turned their heads sharply. They saw that a figure dressed in a black dragon robe had silently appeared in front of them, looking at them with a playful smile.

Who else could it be but Xia Jin?

"Your Highness!" Su Xuanji stood up subconsciously, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

Madam Lan also bowed, her beautiful eyes also showing a hint of surprise.

Xia Jin walked directly to the chair where Su Xuanji had just gotten up, sat down, and even leaned back comfortably, as if she could feel the lingering warmth on the chair.

He looked at Su Xuanji with a smile: "Hey, Sect Leader Su! I think I just vaguely heard you say you wanted to explain something to me? Come on, tell me."

Su Xuanji's cheeks flushed red instantly when Xia Jin looked at her and asked her that question, the redness spreading all the way to her ears.

The usually ruthless and decisive leader of the Hehuan Sect was now somewhat at a loss, stammering, "I... um... the mission..."

Seeing her sudden change in demeanor, Xia Jin's smile deepened. He then turned to Madam Lan, who was smiling beside him, and said, "Come, Madam Lan, then you tell me how your sect leader plans to explain things to me, and what punishment he intends to accept?"

Madam Lan swayed her slender waist as she stepped forward, poured Xia Jin a cup of hot tea, then covered her mouth and chuckled, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief: "Your Highness, my sect leader said that this mission failed, and she wants to personally explain to you that she will accept whatever punishment is given."

As she spoke, she glanced at Su Xuanji, whose face was growing increasingly red, and said with a smile, "My sect leader even... said that she could also warm the prince's bed as an apology this time~"

"You... what nonsense are you spouting!" Su Xuanji was extremely embarrassed, spat at him, and raised her hand as if to hit him.

Madam Lan chuckled and gently pulled Su Xuanji's wrist.

Su Xuanji was already in a bad mood, and caught off guard, she lost her footing and fell straight towards Xia Jin, who was sitting in a chair.

In the blink of an eye, Su Xuanji felt a tightness around her waist as Xia Jin reached out to support her. However, due to inertia, she still fell onto Xia Jin's lap, her body instantly stiffening.

A unique masculine scent wafted into Xia Jin's nostrils, and at the same time, Xia Jin also clearly smelled a faint, delicate fragrance emanating from Su Xuanji.

Su Xuanji's mind went blank, her heart pounded like a drum, and her face turned so red it was almost bleeding.

Before Xia Jin could speak, Su Xuanji jumped up from Xia Jin's lap as if burned, hiding behind Madam Lan. Her beautiful eyes glared fiercely at Madam Lan, the "culprit."

Xia Jin couldn't help but chuckle, then shook her head, quickly suppressing her smile.

"Alright, enough with the jokes."

"I already know the reason! This matter is not your fault. The five thousand red-clad iron cavalry of the Moonflower Dynasty were no ordinary army. Although they failed to weaken Feng Lin, Dayuan has already suffered heavy losses!"

"Next, those five thousand red-clad iron cavalry," Xia Jin took a sip of the hot tea in his cup, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, "are left to me to handle."

As he spoke, he took out a letter he had prepared beforehand from his pocket and handed it to Su Xuanji, whose blush had not yet completely faded.

"And then you did exactly as it was written in this letter."

Xia Jin slowly stood up, her Divine Travel Realm aura bypassing Su Xuanji and the other two women, and directly surging outwards.

"Ten days from now, I will meet with the Emperor of Dayuan and personally sign the letter of surrender, making Dayuan completely submit to Daxia."

After saying that, Xia Jin's figure disappeared from the mansion.

It wasn't until Xia Jin had been gone for a while that Su Xuanji finally breathed a long sigh of relief and patted her still slightly flushed cheeks.

Then, she turned to Madam Lan, who was secretly smiling to herself, and said in a feignedly fierce tone, "You rascal, you're getting more and more lawless! Just now you dared... dared to act so recklessly!"

"Hmm!?" Madam Lan's beautiful eyes were full of teasing laughter. "Master, did you not like it just now? Was the Prince's embrace still warm?"

"You still dare to talk back!" Su Xuanji was extremely embarrassed and forgot all about her dignity as the sect leader. She pounced on him to hit him. Madam Lan laughed and dodged, and for a moment, the two women's clear, playful laughter filled the air.

Meanwhile, fifty li outside Tianwan City.

Inside a massive military camp.

A crimson military flag stood before one of the large tents, the words "Red Clothes" embroidered on it exuding a terrifying aura that inspired awe.

This is the temporary encampment of the Yuehua Dynasty's five thousand red-clad iron cavalry, who have besieged Tianwan City.