Chen Zhennan's blade flashed with a cold light, and blood splattered. The lives of the two prisoners were extinguished in an instant, like candles flickering in the wind.

He wiped the blood off the blade, sheathed the sword, turned to face Song Yunyang, and looked at her with a hint of apology in his eyes.

"Yunyang, don't feel pressured."

Chen Zhennan's voice was deep and powerful as he gently grasped Song Yunyang's shoulder.

"It's my fault for failing to reform the Great Yan court after eliminating Jiang Wenyu; it has nothing to do with you."

Chen Zhennan felt somewhat guilty towards Song Yunyang regarding the affairs of the Great Yan Dynasty. Jiang Wenyu had been dead for so long, and he had no time to care about the affairs of the Great Yan court.

Song Yunyang sheathed her silver sword, her gaze suddenly turning fierce, like an enraged lioness.

"I want to go to the capital of Great Yan. Those bastards dared to lay a hand on you while I was away!"

Chen Zhennan shook his head and refused without even thinking.

“These Imperial Guards dared to ambush us here, there must be someone behind them. Although you are the Marshal of the Great Yan, you are currently without troops, and the officials in the court will certainly not take you seriously. Your life will be in danger when you go back.”

Song Yunyang understood Chen Zhennan's meaning, but she still couldn't hide her anger, her fists clenching so tightly they made cracking sounds.

“They dared to cause such a commotion while I was away from the court. If I don’t go back to deal with it, there will definitely be more ambushes like this later.”

Chen Zhennan knew very well that today's ambush was just an appetizer, and there would definitely be a larger-scale operation to come.

With a sigh, Chen Zhennan slowly turned around, thought for a long time, and his eyes gradually became fierce.

"Looks like I have no choice but to go to the capital of Great Yan. They said they'd wait for me here. Okay, no need to wait anymore, I'll go find them!"

As he spoke, Chen Zhennan sighed deeply, his eyes glancing at his brothers who had died from arrow wounds.

"Shiyu, bury them on the spot. After we've dealt with these troubles, take them home."

Yan Shiyu gave a heavy "hmm," and then began to lead his men to bury their dead brothers, erecting simple wooden tablets as tombstones for them.

Chen Zhennan turned and walked into the depths of the woods, carefully examining the traces left by the battle.

Apart from the two captured, there were only five bodies scattered in the woods. This was the first time since the special forces team was established that they had experienced a negative casualty ratio.

Chen Zhennan turned and walked out of the blood-stained woods, his face cold and his eyes revealing a determined light.

Under his command, the caravan quickly assembled, horses neighed, wheels rolled, and the group turned directly, speeding towards the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious mansion in the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty, the six ministers sat together, sipping fine Longjing tea, their faces relaxed.

“Chen Zhennan will definitely go to the southwest of the Great Zhou. Greenberg has 300,000 followers and their fighting power is extremely strong. If Chen Zhennan doesn’t go, Song Yunming will definitely die!” Minister of Revenue Ren Jie said with a smile, revealing a hint of schadenfreude in his words.

“That’s right. Moreover, Chen Zhennan has no soldiers under his command. He won’t act rashly with the army of the thirteen prefectures of the Customs. With supplies of food and provisions, where would Chen Zhennan find the money to launch a war now?” Minister of War Fang Qian echoed, unable to suppress a smirk.

Minister of Personnel Cao Kedi frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Fang Qian and Ren Jie.

"Gentlemen, Chen Zhennan's special forces team is not to be underestimated. They are elusive, and their submachine guns are incredibly powerful. Be careful in your actions."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qian's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He knew that Cao Kedi's words were true; the special forces' reputation had long been known throughout the world, but the power they wielded was not to be underestimated.

Ren Jie seemed unconcerned. He waved his hand, a contemptuous smile on his face: "Minister Cao, there's no need to worry too much. There are still 50,000 elite troops stationed in the capital. If Chen Zhennan dares to attack, he will undoubtedly be walking into a trap."

Minister of Works Xiang Hao also looked disdainful. He snorted coldly, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

"Minister Ren is absolutely right. If Chen Zhennan dares to come, we will follow Wu Yunyin's example and send him to the Western Paradise with three thousand archers."

The six ministers exchanged smiles, as if victory was already assured. They sat around the table, raising their cups in a toast, as if they could already foresee Chen Zhennan's doom.

However, they were unaware that a storm was brewing.

It wasn't until two days later, when news of Chen Zhennan leading a special forces team toward Beijing reached the ears of the six men, that they heard the news.

The news swept through the entire court like a whirlwind, and the six ministers, who had been immersed in the fantasy of victory, suddenly changed their expressions.

Cao Kedi's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "This...how is this possible? How dare Chen Zhennan be so audacious?"

Ren Jie's contempt had vanished, replaced by panic: "We must immediately strengthen the city's defenses, gather all our forces, and prepare for battle!"

Xiang Hao's face was equally grim. He clenched his fists, a resolute glint in his eyes: "That's right, we must act immediately and not give Chen Zhennan any opportunity to take advantage of us."

The six ministers immediately sprang into action, splitting up to mobilize troops and strengthen city defenses, plunging the entire capital into a tense state of preparedness.

Another day passed. Beirong City, the northern gate of the capital of Da Yan, had towering city walls that stood like an insurmountable barrier.

Chen Zhennan rode a black steed, wearing golden armor that gleamed in the sunlight.

Chen Zhennan led his team slowly towards the city gate, each step echoing dully on the hard stone slabs.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers on the city wall nervously raised their bows and arrows, the tips of which gleamed coldly in the sunlight, aiming at Chen Zhennan and his troops.

At the city gate, the city guard, dressed in iron armor, drew his sword and led a dozen or so men to meet them.

His eyes were filled with wariness and doubt as he blocked Chen Zhennan's path.

"Who goes there? What is your purpose with such a large entourage?" The city guard's voice boomed, trying to conceal his unease.

Chen Zhennan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as a knife. He did not answer directly, but instead beckoned to Yan Shiyu behind him.

Yan Shiyu immediately understood, drew his long sword from his back, and rushed towards the city guard like a bolt of lightning.

Yan Shiyu was too fast; the city guards didn't even have time to react before his long sword was already at the guard's neck.

The blade was icy cold, pressed against his skin, and the city guard's face instantly turned pale.

"Beirong City, your emperor has arrived! Anyone who dares to obstruct him will be killed without mercy!"

Yan Shiyu's voice was loud and clear, his eyes devoid of any warmth, ready to strike at any moment.

The city guard snorted coldly, though he was inwardly panicking, he maintained a strong and calm demeanor.

"What Great Yan Emperor? Only members of the Jiang family can inherit the throne of Great Yan. No one recognizes Chen Zhennan's throne!"