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Yao Jingyuan's knees buckled, and he fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead hitting the felt blanket heavily with a dull thud.

"Great Khan!" His voice trembled. "Let me go back to Great Flame! I can do whatever you want! I'll do whatever you ask! Please... please..."

Altan looked at him with his eyes lowered, without saying a word.

"No." After a long pause, Altan finally spoke, shaking his head.

"If you stay in China, I can use you as a hostage to control Shu Jingwei."

Yao Jingyuan's face turned pale instantly.

Just then, Ao Yun, who was standing next to Altan, stood up.

He bent down and brought his mouth close to Altan's ear.

"Brother," he said in a very low voice, "listen to me."

Altan turned his head to look at him, raised an eyebrow, and gestured for him to speak.

Ao Yun leaned closer, covering his mouth with one hand, and spoke so softly that only the two of them could hear him.

"Yao Jingyuan's life is now in our hands," he said slowly, every word revealing his calculation.

"Only we have the antidote for the Heart-Eating Poison, so he wouldn't dare to rebel. In that case, instead of keeping him here as a hostage, we should let him go back."

Altan's eyes twitched.

"Go on."

"Send him back to Dayan. As someone from Shu Jingwei's harem, he might be able to uncover some more secret information for us." Ao Yun narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice even further.

"Moreover, he still has some influence in the Great Yan, which can help us stir up trouble in the Great Yan court. With this inside and outside cooperation, the Great Yan may not be unable to be taken over directly."

After he finished speaking, he took a half step back, looked into Altan's eyes, and waited for his brother's reply.

Altan's eyes lit up.

"Good!" He slapped his thigh, his voice so loud that it shook the flames in the dome.

"As expected of you, Ao Yun! Your head truly is our Chi Na's treasure!"

He raised his hand and patted Ao Yun's shoulder twice, then pointed at him.

"The rest is up to you. Just do what you think is best; I trust you!"

Ao Yun Chi Na straightened up and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Don't worry, brother."

There wasn't much of an obvious expression on his face.

He merely tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly upwards, revealing a very faint smile.

Yao Jingyuan knelt below, watching this scene, his heart pounding in his chest.

He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could see Ao Yun whispering in Altan's ear.

Finally, Altan nodded to Ao Yun.

Yao Jingyuan's heart tightened as if gripped by an invisible hand.

Ao Yun turned to look at him, his nonchalant demeanor returning, but his words sounded like heavenly music to Yao Jingyuan.

"Let's go, I'll 'send' you back to Great Flame."

Yao Jingyuan excitedly kowtowed to Altan and Ao Yun, breaking his skin and causing it to bleed.

"Thank you, Great Khan! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

……

Meanwhile, on the front lines in Cangzhou, in Wang Meng's central command tent.

The biting north wind whipped up sand and gravel, howling and battering the heavy tent curtains.

Inside the tent, Wang Meng and several deputy generals were gathered around a map made of piled-up yellow sand, their fingers tracing the wooden plaques representing cities as they discussed the next offensive move.

"Report—!"

Suddenly, the tent flap was flung open, and a gust of cold wind carrying dust rushed in, causing the small flags stuck at the edge of the sand table to sway precariously.

The messenger, weathered and worn, knelt on one knee, holding a sealed wooden box high above his head, his voice trembling with excitement:

"General! Something else has arrived from Lord Lin's side!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng turned around abruptly.

His armor was still stained with bloodstains from yesterday's battlefield, which had dried and turned into dark brown patches.

He strode forward, took the wooden box, and opened it.

Inside were several neatly bound books and a small stack of talismans that shimmered with a faint golden-purple light, with a note next to them explaining how to use them.

Wang Meng picked up a card and examined it closely. The light flowed through his calloused and scarred palm, mysterious and majestic.

The messenger, barely suppressing his excitement, spoke rapidly: "There are so many books! There must be at least a thousand or eight hundred, so I took one of each kind. There are fewer talismans, only fifty sheets, but I've brought them all."

All eyes in the tent turned to them.

A young general craned his neck, caught a glimpse of the book titles, his eyes widened instantly, his mouth gaped slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"This...this is...those divine books that were on the celestial screen before!"

Wang Meng looked down and flipped through the top book.

Rough fingertips brushed across the pages, making a rustling sound.

The dense text and exquisite illustrations immediately catch the eye; this is an agricultural book.

He raised his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"Pass on the order!" His voice was as steady as a mountain, yet carried an unquestionable decisiveness, echoing throughout the tent.

"Distribute all agricultural books to farmers in every city immediately! Let them study them and prepare for spring planting! As for books on iron smelting and gunpowder, along with these talismans..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"We'll decide what to do after our army takes the capital!"

"Understood!" The messenger accepted the order and left.

Wang Meng turned around and quickly finalized the next stage of the march with his deputies. The generals then took their leave one by one.

Wang Meng then flung open the heavy tent flap and stepped into the howling sandstorm.

The wind was strong on the city wall of Cangzhou.

A north wind blew in from the depths of the grassland, carrying the dry smell of sand and dust, making his battle robe flutter loudly.

He stood behind the battlements, his hand resting on the cold stone, looking southeast.

That's the direction of the capital.

He squinted, his lips pressed into a line, and the stubble on his chin trembled slightly in the wind.

Large, grayish-white clouds piled up on the distant horizon, resembling inverted mountains.

"Soon." His voice was so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind as soon as it left his lips.

He clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked.

"We'll be able to avenge Lord Ye soon."

……

modern.

Time flies, and Monday is here again.

As dawn broke, pale golden sunlight streamed through the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading obliquely across the gleaming wooden floor.

Little Douzi has already been sent to kindergarten.

Now, it's time to see how things are going on the Great Flame side.

Lin Ye held a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and took out the Sky Mirror with the other, still sticking it behind the living room TV.

He then placed the coffee cup on the coffee table, leaned back in the large leather sofa, found the most comfortable position, and turned on the TV.

He checked Wang Meng's side first.

In the Heavenly Mirror, the city walls of Yangcheng were covered with battle flags, which fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

On the open ground below the city wall, soldiers gathered around bonfires, with whole sheep roasting over them. The fat dripped into the fire, sizzling and causing a burst of flames.

Some people were drinking from large bowls, while others were singing at the top of their lungs, their voices rough and bold, carried far by the wind.

Lin Ye listened to their conversation and pieced together the latest battle situation.

Yesterday, they officially faced off against Shu Jingwei's elite troops who were heading north in Yangcheng.

Shu Jingwei's elite troops were all killed in battle, and the remaining imperial army surrendered.

After more than half a month of continuous fighting, they were getting closer and closer to the capital. With Shu Jingwei's elite troops dead, the rest were no longer a threat.

Wang Meng specially hosted a victory banquet to allow the soldiers to rest for a day before continuing their journey the next day.

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow. Shu Jingwei's elite troops are all dead? So quickly.