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

The Empress gave a bitter smile and slowly shook her head:

"The Great Xia Dynasty is about to perish, so what's the point of talking about danger?"

Wait until the Tartars cross the Yangtze River, and until all the civil and military officials kneel before the Tartars and submit to them?

Lin Mo is unwilling to come to Jiangnan to assist me, then I will go to Lianhai myself.

"The land of Great Xia must not perish in my hands."

The imperial entourage set off from Jiangnan once again.

This time, there was no grand procession or a large entourage of imperial guards. Only Chi Linglong, accompanied by a few personal guards, traveled lightly and quickly on horseback.

The entire journey was filled with devastation!

The ferry crossing on the north bank of the Yangtze River in the distance was crowded with refugees, and the huge crowd stretched from the shore all the way to the distant hillside.

An elderly man huddled by the roadside, holding his grandson, while a mother squatted by the ferry crossing, holding her crying, hungry baby. The cries and shouts mingled together.

The wreckage of fishing boats burned by the Tartars floated on the river, the charred planks bobbing up and down in the murky water, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt earth and rotting corpses.

The empress sat in the carriage, lifting the curtain to look out the window.

A ragged woman staggered past the car carrying a child who was so thin he was practically skin and bones. The child's face was sallow and his lips were cracked, clearly indicating that he hadn't had a proper meal in a long time.

Her fingers gripped the car curtain so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

When the imperial carriage arrived at the gate of Lianhai County, it was already dusk several days later.

The setting sun bathed the concrete city wall in a dark gold, and the Flying Tigers patrolling the wall still stood ramrod straight as spears, while the glass streetlights remained blindingly bright.

People were entering and exiting the city gate in an orderly manner. Several middle-aged women wearing red armbands were sweeping the streets, and the clear sound of the school bell rang from the direction of the school.

A group of people walked out of the city gate. The leader was Lin Mo himself, followed by Long Qingxue and Yue Pengniao, as well as several Flying Tigers officers.

He changed into a clean, dark gray training uniform, walked with a composed gait and a perfectly measured smile on his face, and headed straight for the imperial carriage.

Before the Empress set off, Chi Linglong sent a telegram to Lianhai County.

Lin Mo was somewhat surprised by the Empress's return.

After all, the situation on the front lines is tense, and both morally and logically, she shouldn't waste her energy on herself.

Lin Mo walked to the imperial carriage, straightened his collar, and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting:

"Your subject Lin Mo respectfully welcomes Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty has come from afar; why didn't you send someone to inform me beforehand so I could make arrangements for your reception?"

There was a few moments of silence in the imperial carriage, then the curtain was lifted by a pale hand.

The Empress peeked out half her face, her complexion haggard, with faint blue marks from days of travel visible beneath her phoenix eyes.

She didn't exchange pleasantries, but simply looked at Lin Mo quietly, then slowly spoke, her voice hoarse and weary:

"Lin Mo, I'm not here to arrest you this time."

I've come to beg you!

Please save the people of Great Xia!

"Your Majesty flatters me."

This is not the place to talk. Your Majesty, please follow me to the main building.

Qingxue, have someone settle His Majesty's carriage in, then prepare the banquet.

Lin Mo stepped aside to lead the way, and Long Qingxue responded and left.

The Empress nodded slightly and followed behind him with Chi Linglong.

The aroma of tea wafted through the reception room on the top floor of the complex.

Outside the window, the azure bay of the harbor shimmered in the setting sun, and a giant, iron-gray ship slowly entered the port, its whistle sounding deep and long.

Lin Mo personally poured a cup of tea for the Empress, then invited her to sit opposite him at the rosewood tea table before speaking:

"What brings Your Majesty here today?"

The Empress didn't touch the tea; she simply stared at Lin Mo and got straight to the point:

"The Tartars have already reached the north bank of the Yangtze River, and the south of the Yangtze River is in imminent danger. The entire Great Xia is now just this land under my feet and this coastal area in your hands."

"Lin Mo, I have come today to ask you to send troops to help me drive the Tartars back north of the Ji River."

Her voice was hoarse and tired, her tone so sincere it was almost pleading, and her once majestic and unapproachable phoenix eyes were now filled with heavy anxiety.

Lin Mo picked up his teacup, took a sip, hesitated for a moment, and then a look of difficulty appeared on his face:

"Your Majesty is too kind."

I am but a minor prefect. My previous victory against the Tartars was merely due to good luck, coupled with the Tartars' underestimation of me and their advantageous location.

If you really want me to lead troops to recover the lost territory, I have no ability to do so.

"My troops are few in number, barely enough to defend Hezhou. If we were to send them out for open battle, I fear they would all be lost."

"That's enough!"

The Empress suddenly slammed her hand on the tea table, the cup lids clattering. She stood up and looked down at Lin Mo, her phoenix eyes blazing with long-suppressed anger.

"Lin Mo, do you really think I'm blind?"

I've humbled myself to beg you, what more do you want?

"Your Majesty, I am truly powerless to help!"

"Powerless? I don't think so!"

I am well aware of your abilities.

Speak!

How can you possibly help me?

Regent?

Command all the armies in the world?

"As long as you're willing to send troops, I'll sit on this throne with you!"

As she finished speaking, her chest heaved violently, and her eyes reddened, but she stubbornly pursed her lips, refusing to let the tears fall.

Lin Mo remained silent for a moment, then slowly suppressed his fearful expression.

He placed the teacup on the table, leaned back in his chair, and spoke in a flat tone:

"Since Your Majesty has put it this way, I will not beat around the bush."

I have three conditions.

First, Lianhai County and the area under the jurisdiction of Hezhou Prefecture shall be permanently autonomous, and the imperial court shall not send officials, station troops, or levy taxes.

Secondly, after I lead the troops, all military supplies will be procured and supplied by the imperial court at market prices.

Third, after the war, the imperial court must recognize Lianhai County's right to issue currency and allow Lianhai Bank to open branches nationwide.

The Empress remained silent for a long while before slowly sitting back in her chair:

"I cannot grant you these three requests..."

She raised her head as if she had made up her mind, and her voice suddenly softened.

"But I can give you something you want even more!"

"What do I want?"

Lin Mo looked puzzled.

"Have someone close the door, and have everyone outside leave."

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback. Although he didn't know what the Empress was up to, he still got up and walked to the door, waving to the people guarding outside.

After everyone had left the floor, he locked the door from the inside and turned to look at the Empress.

The Empress had already stood up, and the setting sun shone through the glass curtain wall, bathing the entire room in a warm, dark gold hue.

She stood in the light, her back to him, silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"I am of the Xuan Yang constitution."

He cultivates the royal Phoenix Cry Technique, and his cultivation level is at the ninth level of the first rank.

I can transfer all the power I have accumulated over these twenty-eight years to you.

"As long as you agree to sit with me as my man and serve me in the future."

Lin Mo stood there, stunned, as if something had exploded in his mind.

Xuan Yang Body!

This is a top-tier physique on par with Long Qingxue's Profound Yin Physique; he knows all too well what those four words mean.

If he can gather both Xuan Yin and Xuan Yang, his physique will undergo a dramatic change. The internal energy absorption rate, which originally required Long Qingxue's assistance to improve, will then be able to achieve 100% on his own without any external help.

The Phoenix Cry Technique is a legendary top-tier auxiliary skill!

Cultivators are willing to refine themselves into a furnace or cauldron, and if someone absorbs their internal energy, they can obtain almost double the effect.