I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Xuanque Pass!

As the northern gateway to the Great Zhou Dynasty and the most dangerous pass in the world, it has now fallen into the hands of the Northern Barbarians.

On the walls of Beimang City, the iconic wolf-head banners of Beimang stretched as far as the eye could see, fluttering fiercely in the wind.

Hanging on the city gate was a row of heads, long since dried by the wind, their faces pale and withered.

These were all high-ranking generals who died in battle during the Great Zhou Dynasty, with the heads of General Su and General Wei prominently displayed among them.

On the city wall, a table was set up to brew tea.

Empress Murong Huang of Northern Mang sat casually behind her, gazing at the distant Gobi Desert stretching for hundreds of miles.

The great battle that was destined to be recorded in history not long ago turned the originally yellow Gobi plains into a brownish-red color!

The sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses seem as vivid as if they were just yesterday!

The only person watching all this from beside the Northern Mang Empress was a young man dressed in a crane cloak, wearing a turban, and holding a feather fan.

He had a face like jade, lips like cinnabar, a refined and elegant demeanor, and a handsome appearance, giving him the air of an ethereal immortal.

He was born in the Central Plains, with the compound surname Zhuge and the single given name Yu.

Now he is the Grand Preceptor of Northern Mang, and the chief strategist under the Northern Mang Empress!

Setting down the exquisite jade teacup she had captured, the Northern Mang Empress pointed forward and gently parted her lips:

"Strategist, my life has been like walking on thin ice. Do you think I can ever reach the other side?"

Despite her young age, the Empress of Northern Mang is already the ruler of a country.

However, she lost her father at the age of three, and when she was five, she experienced a palace coup that resulted in bloodshed.

When she was eight years old, a powerful minister entered the capital and forcibly took her mother as his own. She watched as her mother hanged herself in front of her.

After enduring humiliation and hardship for many years, he finally regained the throne with the help of his uncle.

She had seen too many dead people and killed too many people in her life.

She walked with trepidation, amidst piles of white bones!

Zhuge Yu, holding his feather fan, bowed slightly, about to answer.

Suddenly, a series of hurried and orderly footsteps sounded.

Tatata!

Two Northern Barbarian generals, clad in armor and with curved swords at their waists, strode forward in unison.

One tall and one short, one fat and one thin, they look remarkably alike and are twin brothers.

The tall, thin older brother is Qianjun, and the short, chubby younger brother is Wanma.

They were all the younger brothers of the Northern Mang Empress.

The reason they are so different from the Northern Mang Empress is that...

It was because he was persecuted by powerful officials when he was a child and was given drugs.

Not only did his appearance change drastically, but his mind also became dull.

"sister!"

After the two people came over, they acted as if they were family and immediately picked up the tea on the table and started drinking.

Drinking from a cup wasn't enough, so they picked up the teapot and started chugging it down their throats, almost getting into a fight over it.

The Empress of Northern Mang saw this and, exasperated, couldn't help but whisper sharply, "Please, both generals, show some respect!"

The two pretended not to hear and continued fighting over the only teapot, almost overturning the case.

The Northern Mang Empress covered her face with her hands, unable to bear the sight.

Don't be angry, don't be angry, why bother arguing with two idiots...

The Northern Mang Empress closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and kept chanting to herself.

When she opened her eyes again, she grabbed the teapot and threw it down the city wall. It took a long time before the sound of the teapot shattering was heard.

The two brothers stopped when the teapot was gone, and glared at each other resentfully.

"What are you doing here?"

The Northern Mang Empress straightened the wide sleeves of her dragon robe and asked.

"you say!"

Qianjun, the older brother, nudged Wanma with his elbow.

"Why should I speak first? You speak!"

Wanma raised his head, snorted coldly, and didn't want to see Qianjun.

Seeing Wanma's attitude, Qianjun snorted coldly, raised his head, and turned away, saying, "If you won't talk, I won't talk either!"

The Northern Mang Empress covered her face again, wishing she could kick them both off the city wall so she could see them and be free from their annoyance.

Even Zhuge Jin couldn't help but scratch his eyebrow when he saw it.

Thinking to myself, it's really not easy for two people with their IQs to have grown up this long.

"Say it!"

The Northern Mang Empress gave a low command, her expression not very pleasant.

The two brothers exchanged a glance and simultaneously pointed at Zhuge Jin.

The Northern Mang Empress looked in the direction they were pointing, her beautiful brows furrowing:

"What are you referring to the strategist for?"

Zhuge Jin also looked puzzled.

He neither provoked nor offended them.

Why are those two brothers ordering him around?

"you say!"

Qianjun nudged Wanma with his elbow again.

"Why should I speak first? You speak!"

"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you either."

"snort!"

The two brothers, neither willing to back down, turned their heads in opposite directions once again.

Looking at the two brothers, the Northern Mang Empress couldn't hold back this time. With a bang, she slammed her hand heavily on the table in front of her.

The table shattered into pieces in an instant, startling everyone, who all looked at the Northern Mang Empress in shock.

"Qianjun, you're the older brother, you speak first!"

The Northern Mang Empress coldly retorted.

Realizing his sister was angry, Qianjun dared not disobey and looked fearfully at the Northern Mang Empress, saying, "The scouts have sent news!"

"The scouts have sent word, why are you asking the strategist for this?" The Northern Mang Empress asked, frowning in confusion.

Wanma interjected, "He's from the Central Plains!"

Without needing to spell it out, the Northern Mang Empress understood. She said, "The strategist is one of us, so please speak freely."

Upon hearing this, Wanma clasped his hands and said, "The scouts report that the Great Zhou's reinforcements have arrived in Ningzhou."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Jin gently waved the feather fan in his hand and couldn't help but say, "Why are you moving so slowly? You've only just arrived in Ningzhou?"

Wanma didn't even glance at him, his gaze fixed on the Empress. "The scouts' intelligence is accurate; they have indeed just entered Ningzhou territory."

The Empress nodded and murmured, "Ningzhou? They are indeed moving very slowly. At this rate, it will take them at least another month to make contact with our army."

As soon as the words were spoken, the thousands of soldiers took two steps back simultaneously. They knelt on one knee, with their left arm pressed against their chest and their right arm hanging down naturally, performing a kneeling salute unique to the Northern Barbarians.

"What are you trying to do now?"

The Northern Mang Empress said irritably.

Handling military affairs, commanding the deployment of troops, and coordinating various armies every day has taken up all her energy, leaving her exhausted.

She simply didn't have the energy to deal with her two mentally challenged brothers anymore.

"sister…"

Wanma had barely uttered the word when Qianjun interrupted him, "What 'sister'? You should address Her Majesty!"

After speaking, Qianjun said earnestly, "Your Majesty, the slow pace of the Great Zhou army suits the intentions of Northern Mang perfectly. Now that our Northern Mang vanguard has just captured Wuyang City, our next target is Qingling Pass!"

"The reinforcements from the Great Zhou are too slow to arrive in time. This humble general is willing to pledge his life to capture Qingling Pass within ten days! I beg Your Majesty's permission to lead the troops!"

Before the Northern Mang Empress could speak, Wanma said, "Seven days! This humble general only needs seven days to conquer Qingling Pass. Please grant Your Majesty's permission, this humble general will lead the troops!"

"Seven days?"

Upon hearing this, Qianjun was utterly unconvinced and held up one hand, "Five days! I only need five days!"

"Three days!"

Wanma's eyes widened, and he defiantly held up three fingers of his right hand, "I only need three days!"

"one day……"

Snapped!Snapped!

The Northern Mang Empress couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up, walked over to the two of them, and slapped each of them on the back of the head.

The two men rubbed the back of their heads hard, wincing in pain.

The Northern Mang Empress glared at the two of them, her ample bosom heaving, too angry to speak.

She could understand ten days or seven days, but what the hell was three days or one day?

Do these two idiots even know how far this Xuanque Pass is from the front-line Qingling Pass?

Let alone taking three days to conquer Qingling Pass, the two of them wouldn't even be able to get there, unless they grew wings and flew over.

To outdo the other person, they'll say anything.

"Sis, why did you hit us?"

The two brothers rubbed the back of their heads and looked up, puzzled.

"Please, both generals, address me as Your Majesty!"

The Northern Mang Empress flicked her dragon robe sleeves backward and spoke, word by word.

At this moment, the Northern Barbarian Empress's dragon-like appearance was fully revealed, exuding unparalleled majesty and domineering aura...