After Gu Siming left, Zhao Yunfei slowly walked out from behind the screen, his brows slightly furrowed.

He glanced at Qin Ze and couldn't help but ask, "General, do you believe what he said?"

A cold smile appeared on Qin Ze's face. He slowly nodded: "Of course I don't believe that his sincerity is just superficial. Moreover, I also believe that he doesn't believe my words either. I suspect that his real intention in this negotiation is not what it seems."

Zhao Yunfei frowned: "What does the General mean?"

Qin Ze's smile grew even colder: "They will definitely send people to raid the camp tonight."

Zhao Yunfei's expression changed, and he immediately understood Qin Ze's intention: "Then I'll go and make the arrangements right away!"

Qin Ze shook his head slightly, a hint of determination in his eyes: "No need, I want them to raid the camp. If they don't raid the camp, where will we get our chance!"

Zhao Yunfei was puzzled after hearing this, so Qin Ze continued to explain, "We will let them in and then annihilate them. Afterwards, we will give their uniforms to our soldiers and then infiltrate the imperial city."

A glint flashed in Zhao Yunfei's eyes, "The General's plan is indeed brilliant!"

Night fell like a black curtain, covering the imperial city. From a side gate of the imperial city, a troop of a thousand cavalrymen quietly set off, using the cover of darkness to quickly gallop towards Qin Ze's camp.

These cavalrymen had only one goal—to rescue the emperor! Their minds were taut, and the sand and gravel beneath the hooves of every warhorse seemed to speak of their determination.

However, they were unaware that a large trap had been prepared in the camp, awaiting their arrival. It wasn't a place they hoped to reach for rescue, but a hidden snare, waiting for them to fall right into it.

As they stormed into the camp, the surrounding darkness was instantly illuminated. Thousands of torches and flares lit up simultaneously, turning the camp as bright as day. Guards were already in ambush in every corner, arrows nocked on bowstrings, and traps were set.

Qin Ze appeared on the high platform, his eyes cold and merciless, and ordered the arrows to be released. The arrow rained down like a storm, and although the cavalrymen fought desperately, hundreds had already fallen, their blood staining the earth red.

Some cavalrymen tried to find the emperor's trail, but they were troubled by the maze-like layout of the camp and could not find their target at all.

In a fierce battle, the force of a thousand cavalrymen was utterly crushed. They fought valiantly, but ultimately could not withstand the relentless onslaught of Qin Ze's army. One by one, the cavalrymen fell, their horses neighing, and blood flowed everywhere.

Qin Ze immediately ordered the soldiers to put on the uniforms of a thousand-man cavalry squad. The soldiers hurriedly changed their clothes, trying their best to imitate the appearance and movements of the cavalry.

Next, Qin Ze personally selected a soldier of similar build and dressed him up as the young emperor. This soldier was dressed in extremely elaborate attire, wearing a dragon crown and a dragon robe, seemingly indistinguishable from the real emperor. Qin Ze specifically instructed him to imitate the young emperor's speech and mannerisms, so as to more easily deceive the guards and ministers in the imperial city.

Once everything was ready, Qin Ze ordered the disguised troops to gallop towards the imperial city. They rode at breakneck speed, resembling a victorious army returning home.

A thousand-strong squad galloped in under the cover of night, their horses' hooves thundering. They leaped onto their horses and surged toward the city gate like a black tide.

"His Majesty the Emperor has been brought back! Open the city gates immediately!!!" Their shouts echoed like thunder across the city walls, making the ears of the guards ring.

Several ministers stood on the city wall. Faced with this sudden turn of events, a weight was finally lifted from their hearts. They eagerly shouted down, "Let us see His Majesty the Emperor!!!" Their voices were filled with joy and anticipation.

The soldier dressed as the young emperor held his head high, his yellow robe fluttering in the night wind. Although his face was difficult to discern in the dim light, the symbol of his identity—the yellow robe—reassured the ministers. They believed the scene, for in this critical moment, they desperately needed to believe.

The ministers immediately ordered the guards to open the city gates, and the gates slowly opened with a rumbling sound.

A cavalry squad of a thousand men swiftly charged into the imperial city, their hooves thundering, causing an uproar within the city. Ministers rushed down from the city walls and hurried into the imperial city, their voices filled with a mixture of worry and anticipation: "Let me see His Majesty the Emperor! Is His Majesty unharmed?!" Their voices were filled with anxiety.

However, when the ministers descended, their expectations were ruthlessly shattered. They had anticipated seeing the young emperor, but instead found themselves facing the swords of cavalry. The sudden attack caught them completely off guard, and fear and despair instantly overwhelmed them.

A thousand-strong cavalry squad unleashed a brutal slaughter without mercy; sharp sabers gleamed in the night, and the air was thick with the stench of blood. The ministers fled in disarray, but it was too late.

Meanwhile, a cavalry squad of a thousand men scaled the city gate tower. A soldier lit a torch, and the flames burned in the night sky, illuminating the interior and exterior of the imperial city. Qin Ze saw the bright light on the city gate tower from afar, sneered, and commanded his army to begin the attack.

Qin Ze led 500,000 northern troops, sweeping into the imperial city like a whirlwind, and the city was immediately filled with deafening sounds of slaughter.

Swords clashed and spears flashed across the night sky, the sounds of battle deafening. Qin Ze's soldiers, like ravenous wolves, roared as they charged towards the resistance forces within the imperial city. Under relentless pressure, the defenders on the city walls were forced into retreat, their screams mingling with the thunderous crash of hooves on the ground.

Shouts of battle, the clash of swords, and the screams of the people blended into a terrifying symphony that filled the entire imperial city. The streets and houses were permeated with the stench of death. That night, the imperial city was bathed in blood, and life paled in comparison to the darkness.

Qin Ze's army was unstoppable. The ministers and soldiers in the capital put up a fierce resistance, but they were ultimately unable to withstand such a powerful enemy.

Qin Ze's army finally stormed into the palace, causing chaos within the palace.

In the grand hall of the palace, flickering candlelight illuminated the disheveled, terrified ministers. They ran frantically, calling out to each other, trying to find refuge. The once magnificent hall was instantly plunged into chaos; jewels and artifacts were scattered everywhere, and the former splendor was replaced by chaos and panic.

The concubines screamed in the chaos, desperately searching for hiding places. The guards brandished their weapons, trying to protect the royal family, but they were powerless against such a massive northern army.

In the chaos, Qin Ze led his soldiers through the hall, their eyes cold and merciless as they dealt with anyone who dared to resist. The glint of swords flashed even more fiercely in the candlelight, and blood stained the hall's floor tiles.