When You Held Power You Wanted Me Dead, Now That the Nation Falls You Cry for Me?

Eight years ago, Chen Zhennan transmigrated into a chaotic era, intending to live a simple life, but unexpectedly found a fallen empress.

In this turbulent world, the two became each other...

Chapter 87 How many divisions does the Pope have?

"Your Majesty, we did not know it was you who came, and we have been very rude."

The missionaries bowed quickly, their tone filled with obvious reverence.

Chen Zhennan snorted coldly, his gaze sharp as he scanned the missionaries.

"Bring your leader to me, and have him here in three days. Tell him that I can give you money, but if he dares to incite unrest here again, my 200,000-strong army will crush you to dust!"

Upon hearing this, the missionaries' expressions hardened, and they exchanged glances, their eyes revealing complex and unreadable emotions.

"Your Majesty, we will convey your message to the chief. However, the chief is known for his unpredictable whereabouts, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will be able to arrive here within three days."

Chen Zhennan's lips curled into a cold smile, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes: "You just said he was in the Great Zhou Imperial Palace. This is an ultimatum. Within three days, regardless of whether the leader is present or not, I will be waiting here. If you don't come, you will bear the consequences."

"Your Majesty, I will do my best to persuade the leader to come, but I cannot guarantee that I will succeed."

Another missionary spoke up, his voice slightly hesitant. "Please give us some time so we can try to coordinate this matter."

Chen Zhennan was silent for a moment, then slightly curled the corners of his mouth. "Three days is the limit. Remember, I don't have much patience."

After saying that, Chen Zhennan turned and left with Song Yunyang.

After returning to the camp, Chen Zhennan immediately began to implement the policy of distributing land.

He summoned local officials and issued an order to distribute the land.

However, many officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty opposed this, as they were accustomed to the old land system and unwilling to change it.

When the news reached Chen Zhennan's ears, his expression turned cold, and he decided to take swift and decisive action to deter those with ill intentions.

In the governor's mansion, Chen Zhennan sat in the main seat, coldly sweeping his gaze over the officials below.

“I have heard that some people are dissatisfied with my policies. I tell you, my decision is for the people of Great Zhou and for the long-term stability of Great Zhou. Anyone who obstructs it is an enemy of Great Zhou.”

Upon hearing this, several officials who had strongly opposed it stepped forward.

"Chen Zhennan, you are the Emperor of Great Yan, this is the territory of Great Zhou, how dare you say something about the Great Zhou here."

"That's right. Besides, this is land belonging to my Great Zhou Dynasty. You can't just divide it up like that. On what grounds?"

Chen Zhennan, a cold smile on his lips, slowly stood up and walked to the group.

"It seems you still don't understand the situation. Men, drag these people away and execute them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards stepped forward and dragged the officials away.

The remaining officials were terrified. They knew that if they did not obey Chen Zhennan's orders, their fate would be the same as those who were dragged out.

"Now, who still objects?"

Chen Zhennan's voice echoed in the hall, and no one dared to make a sound.

The remaining officials, in order to survive, had no choice but to agree to Chen Zhennan's policy of distributing land and began to carry out the order, distributing land to the landless people.

The people cheered with joy upon hearing the news. They praised Chen Zhennan's decision and were deeply grateful.

...

The three-day deadline arrived as scheduled. The sun scorched the earth, and Chen Zhennan led his special forces team, clad in armor, standing majestically in front of the Dragon King Temple.

At noon, several carriages slowly drove up, raising clouds of dust. Several missionaries stepped down, and the leader was none other than Greenberg.

He wore a long black robe and wore a fake smile, as if he were the incarnation of a god.

Greenberg stepped toward Chen Zhennan, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty the Great Yan Emperor, you are the spokesperson of the gods. We have come here today in the hope of spreading light and truth."

Chen Zhennan frowned slightly, secretly sneering to himself, thinking that this guy was so hypocritical it was disgusting.

After clearing his throat, Chen Zhennan slowly said, "Greenberg, your nonsense might fool the common people, but stop pretending. I don't want your Jewish cult to continue bewitching people in the territory I control!"

The air froze instantly, and the special forces soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, a tense atmosphere spreading in an instant.

Greenberg's smile froze instantly, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He smiled slightly, trying to hide his inner turmoil: "Emperor of Great Yan, why are you so agitated? We only hope to bring the light of faith to everyone, so that they can find a place for their souls to belong."

"A spiritual home?" Chen Zhennan sneered, his gaze like a knife, piercing Greenberg's heart.

"You are nothing but a dark force disguised as a religious sect, trying to profit from the turmoil. I will never allow you to continue spreading rumors on my territory!"

Greenberg felt a chill run down his spine, and his smile became even more strained.

Chen Zhennan commands a large army and is incredibly powerful. If he continues to argue, he may face death.

He took a deep breath, trying to appear calm: "I understand your concerns, Your Majesty, but we only hope to promote cooperation and understanding between the two sides on the basis of peace."

Greenberg's words buzzed in his ears like mosquitoes, and Chen Zhennan could no longer tolerate such hypocritical rhetoric.

"Enough!" Chen Zhennan's shout was like thunder. His movements were as swift as lightning. He pulled out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it directly at Greenberg's forehead.

"Greenberg, I'm giving you two choices: either sit down and talk business, or die!"

Greenberg's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his firm composure.

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