In the Tatar camp, the Golden Tent of Zuo Xian Wang was like two completely different worlds from the bitter cold outside.
The tent was filled with warm fragrance, the carpet was thick and soft, and the gold items were sparkling.
With her stunning beauty, graceful dancing and superb skills honed in the palace, Concubine Xiao has captivated Prince Zuo Xian and made him her exclusive favorite every night.
She used all her charm to please him.
But after the extreme joy and intimacy, she often snuggled in Zuo Xian Wang's arms, tears streaming down her face.
She cried about how she was bullied and toyed with by Yin Zhao and his son in the palace, and how she was trembling with fear and walking on thin ice.
She expressed all her grievances and fears vividly.
Hearing that Prince Zuo Xian was filled with pity and even more contempt for the royal family of the Yin Dynasty, he doted on her and trusted her even more, and almost obeyed her every word.
On this day, King Zuo Xian received an urgent order from the Mobei royal court via eagle.
The old Chanyu Wutugu spoke harshly, ordering him to end the war in the Central Plains as soon as possible and lead the main force back eastward.
The reason was that the Koreans in the east were ready to make moves, repeatedly invading the border, and even gathering troops, with signs of attacking Shangjing, an important city in the eastern part of Beidi.
When Zuo Xian Wang received the order, he immediately fell into great annoyance and confusion.
He was ambitious and extremely obsessed with the glamorous world and supreme power in the Central Plains. He dreamed of attacking the capital and sitting on the golden dragon throne.
However, the old Chanyu Wutugu had accumulated great power and absolute authority in the tribe, and the threat from the Goryeo border was indeed related to the foundation of the tribe and could not be lost.
Although he has the ambition to be independent, his current strength and prestige are insufficient, and he dare not openly disobey the king's orders.
In frustration, he couldn't help but confide the matter in front of Concubine Xiao, and threw the golden cup onto the carpet fiercely:
"Damn it! The capital is within my grasp, but my father Khan calls me back now. It's really..."
Concubine Xiao snuggled in his arms, her slender fingers gently smoothing his furrowed brows, her eyes moving as countless calculations flashed through her mind.
She hated Yin Zhao and his son, hated the corrupt court that gave her away as a gift, and hated the Tartar leader who destroyed everything for her.
But she knew even more deeply that if she wanted revenge, if she wanted to survive in this chaotic world and even stir up trouble, she had to make full use of the man in front of her who held a large number of troops.
Her breath was as sweet as orchid, and her voice was soft and charming:
"Your Majesty! You are the future sun of the grassland, an eagle soaring in the sky. Why worry about such trivial matters?"
"The old Chanyu asked you to return because he was concerned about the tribe's long-term foundation. But..."
She changed the subject, her voice filled with endless temptation and incitement, "Think about it, if you just go back like this, wouldn't you miss out on the supreme glory and wealth that is about to be yours?"
"The capital city has mountains of gold and silver, exquisite silk and porcelain, and countless skilled craftsmen. Are those damned Yin Zhao and his son going to let them go so easily?"
"And the merit of destroying a nation, how can we miss it?"
Zuo Xian Wang frowned: "What does that beauty mean..."
A trace of viciousness and extreme cunning flashed in Concubine Xiao's eyes. She leaned close to his ear and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, like a devil:
"Your Majesty, why don't you... strike once and for all? While the army is still there and morale is high, attack with all your might and swiftly capture the capital in one fell swoop!"
"Pack up Yin Zhao, Yin Chengqian, and all the gold, silver, treasures, atlases, books, skilled craftsmen, and beautiful women in the palace and take them all away!"
"This way, you have both obeyed the Chanyu's orders and returned to the army, while also gaining immense merit and benefits!"
"With such spoils and impressive martial arts skills, who would dare to question you?"
"By then, won't your position as heir be as secure as iron?"
"Even... the old Chanyu has taken a new look at you. In the future... who else can compete with you for the position of co-leader of the grasslands?"
She paused deliberately, leaving room for endless imagination.
As Zuo Xian Wang listened, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his eyes widened.
He seemed to have seen the scene where he was escorting the old and young emperors of the Yin Dynasty back in triumph, laden with countless treasures, with the tribal elders kneeling to welcome them!
This is a great plan that kills two birds with one stone and brings both fame and fortune!
"Beauty! You are truly a treasure bestowed upon me by the Eternal Heaven! Good! Excellent! Let's do this!"
Prince Zuo Xian excitedly hugged Concubine Xiao tightly and laughed wildly, "When I conquer the capital, I will definitely make you... yes, queen! I will make you the most noble woman in the world!"
Concubine Xiao snuggled in his arms, with a charming smile on her face, but deep in her eyes was a bone-chilling hatred and madness.
If the capital is captured, the Yin Dynasty will be completely destroyed, and Zhao Muyun, Prince Jin, and even all Han forces will be caught in a bloody battle with the Tartars to the death.
This chaotic world with many heroes vying for supremacy is the stage for her revenge!
She wanted to use the blood of everyone to wash away the humiliation she had suffered.
......
In the Liangzhou camp, inside the golden tent of Zuo Xian Wang, the charcoal fire was burning fiercely. The fat from the barbecued meat dripped into the fire, sizzling, mixed with the rich aroma of milk wine and warm fragrance, almost solidifying.
Outside the tent, the north wind was howling, snow was falling heavily, and the bitter cold was biting.
Wushu, the Left Wise King, suddenly slammed the parchment with the old Chanyu's urgent order on the low table covered with a gorgeous carpet, causing the golden cups and jade bowls to rattle.
His chest heaved, and his eyes were filled with irritation and unwillingness.
"Father Khan has issued an urgent order! The Koreans are roaming in the east. We must withdraw our troops immediately!"
The Tartar generals in the tent who were originally drunk and flirting with the kidnapped women from the Yin Dynasty suddenly became quiet and looked at each other.
After a brief silence, there was a louder uproar.
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