Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"Defend to the death? What are you going to use to defend it!"

The Minister of Revenue raised his head, his face filled with grief and indignation.

"The 300,000 border troops in the north have been wiped out. Does your Ministry of War know about this?"

The Tartar army is now less than a hundred li from the capital. How can His Majesty defend it?

That's enough.

The Empress's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the entire hall.

She slowly stood up, her phoenix eyes filled with authority:

"Court adjourned!"

He then turned and left in a huff.

That night, the lights in the imperial study stayed on all night.

The personal maid quietly changed the tea three times. Each time she entered, she saw the Empress sitting behind her desk, with the well-worn map in front of her, her fingers repeatedly tracing the lines between the capital and Jiangnan.

At dawn, the last frontline military report was brought in.

The Tartar vanguard had reached within fifty li, and the last twenty thousand imperial guards protecting the capital had been wiped out in the battle.

After reading it, the Empress gently placed the military report on her desk, closed her eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

The next morning, when she pushed open the door to the imperial study, her eyes were slightly red, but her tone was as calm as a stagnant pool:

"Issue an imperial decree to move the capital to Jiangnan."

The southward migration was a grand and imposing procession, yet it could not conceal the sorrow that accompanied them along the way.

Officials brought their families, and soldiers dragged their guns and armor. The ministers who had once argued heatedly over trivial matters in the court were now sitting silently in their carriages, no one in the mood to argue anymore.

a few days later.

The Empress sat in her imperial carriage, lifting the curtain to glance at the distant green mountains and clear waters.

Jiangnan is a prosperous land with abundant resources and a dense population, making it a more suitable temporary place to stay than the capital.

But along the way, what she kept thinking about was not how to settle the court after arriving in Jiangnan, but Lin Mo.

This young man, who rose to prominence out of nowhere in Lianhai County, is now in the midst of the great Xia dynasty, which has effectively become the last foundation of the country in the southeast. Lin Mo is located right at the center of this foundation.

"If he's truly a talented individual, keeping him in Hezhou is a waste; it would be better to capture him and take him to Jiangnan..."

Thinking of this, she summoned the newly appointed Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial, who was accompanying her, unfolded a map, and pointed to the location of Hezhou:

"The imperial carriage will change course and head to Hezhou first."

"Hezhou?"

The eunuch holding the pens was taken aback for a moment.

"Your Majesty, Hezhou is not on the route; it requires a detour of several dozen miles..."

"I know."

The empress lowered the carriage curtain.

"I'll go even if it means taking a detour."

"I want to see for myself just who this Lin Mo really is."

When the news reached the Hezhou government office, Lin Mo unusually did not cultivate.

The main issue is that Long Qingxue has been unavailable these past few days.

With his free time, he began to inspect the work of various departments.

The newly appointed guards delivered a telegram.

He picked it up and frowned.

Seeing this, Zhou Ping asked:

"Sir, what has happened?"

"The Empress suddenly changed course and headed towards Hezhou on her way to move the capital to Jiangnan!"

Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment:

"Why have you come to Hezhou at this time?"

"Who knows what the Empress is thinking! Do you think I should go to Hezhou to welcome her?"

"I believe it is impossible to avoid seeing him. He is the prefect of Hezhou, appointed by her own hand. If the imperial carriage were to arrive in person and he were to claim illness and refuse to appear, it would be tantamount to admitting disloyalty in front of the whole world."

"Too!"

Lin Mo wasn't afraid of the Empress using force against him; he had plenty of ways to protect himself!

He turned to Zhou Ping and began issuing orders one by one:

"Pass down the order: make Hezhou City as chaotic and filthy as possible, and scatter excrement and urine on the roads."

When she arrived in Hezhou, she smelled the food so bad that she didn't even want to enter the city gates!

Meanwhile, the several cement roads that had been repaired were also covered with soil.

The commercial street is closed and all businesses are shut down.

All troops were on high alert; heavy machine guns were covered with tarpaulins, and mortars were set up.

"yes!"

Zhou Ping accepted the order.

A few days later, Lin Mo changed into the official robe of the prefect of Hezhou that he hadn't worn in a long time, and waited outside the north gate of Hezhou City with Long Qingxue and Ke Zhenhai.

Dust rose at the end of the official road as the Empress's imperial carriage slowly came into view.

The armor of the Imperial Guards leading the way still bore the marks of swords and blood from the northern battlefield. Their banners were half-furled, their ceremonial guards were in disarray, and the entire force exuded an air of exhaustion from surviving a catastrophe.

The imperial carriage stopped in front of the city gate. The Empress lifted a corner of the curtain and looked past the imperial guards to the welcoming procession on both sides of the city gate.

They were a group of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people with deformed appearances and wearing tattered clothes.

"It seems the situation in Hezhou Prefecture isn't much better!"

He let out a long sigh, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

Lin Mo stood bowing by the roadside, glancing at the parted corner of the curtain out of the corner of his eye.

Her hair was piled high, her phoenix eyes held a commanding presence, her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her jawline was refined yet aloof.

Even though he had traveled a long and dusty journey, his face still exuded an inviolable dignity and majesty.

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

An inopportune thought popped into his head and he couldn't suppress it.

"What a beautiful empress! Should I just become her live-in son-in-law and settle things in one go?"

The thought was fleeting, but his heart did beat faster than usual.

Ke Zhenhai, who was standing behind him, suddenly stepped forward and whispered in his ear:

"Lord Lin, be careful."

The female official beside the Empress.

It's the one wearing a blue robe with a short sword at his waist.

It is probably the legendary Crimson Linglong.

Rumor has it that her cultivation level is at least at the third stage of the Innate Realm, or even higher.

And the guards beside the imperial carriage, each of them exuded a calm and composed aura, none of them weaker than me.

You'd better be careful!

Lin Mo nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the female official in the blue robe.

The female official was also as beautiful as a fairy. If she could be used for joint cultivation, I was afraid I could enter the acquired realm in just a few days!

"The Empress truly lives up to her title! Even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse!"

Lin Mo muttered to himself and nodded.

The imperial carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the city gate of Hezhou. Lin Mo straightened his official robes, stepped forward, and bowed in greeting.

"Your subject, Lin Mo, Prefect of Hezhou, respectfully welcomes Your Majesty's arrival."

The carriage curtain was lifted slightly, and the Empress covered her nose, her brows furrowed, as she glanced at Lin Mo's face.

He was quite good-looking, with delicate features and a tall, upright figure, much more pleasing to the eye than the arrogant, self-important man she had imagined.

She lowered her hand from her nose and spoke calmly:

"Rise. Prefect Lin, I ask you, why does this Hezhou Prefecture reek so badly?"

Lin Mo straightened up and answered without changing his expression:

"Your Majesty, Hezhou Prefecture has suffered from war and is in dire need of reconstruction. There are a large number of displaced people in the city, and the resettlement work has not yet been completed. Many people can only relieve themselves in the streets and alleys."

In addition, when the former prefect Cheng Qian abandoned the city and fled, he flooded most of the granary with sewage, and the stench of rotting grain has not dissipated to this day.

I have ordered men to expedite the cleanup, but time is still short, and I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness.