Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 405 Proclaiming to the world: You shall ascend the throne on a chosen day.

The void cracks torn by sword energy in the sky are being slowly repaired by the laws of heaven and earth.

With the disappearance of Pang Ban and the collapse of the majestic city walls that symbolized a century of Mongol rule, the war that determined the future of China was over.

However, for the 400,000-strong White Lotus army outside the city, their eyes bloodshot and their spirits soaring to the heavens, and for the more than 200,000 Mongol soldiers inside the city, still reeling from the shock...

This is just the beginning!
"kill!!!"

Han Lin'er took the lead, her halberd pointing diagonally, and her warhorse, like a black lightning bolt, was the first to rush over the ruins of the city wall.

Behind her was a torrent of 400,000 people who had been suppressed for far too long, all for the sake of revenge today!
The defenses had already collapsed.

That blazing sun, which consumed everything, not only evaporated tens of thousands of Mongol elites, but also completely destroyed the last vestige of their fighting spirit.

When the banners adorned with white lotuses and the King of Light crossed the ruins, the defenses of the capital city completely collapsed.

"We've surrendered! We're willing to surrender!"

"Don't kill me! I'm Han Chinese too! I was forced into this!"

Squabs of soldiers threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground.

The vast majority of them were Han Chinese, and with the Mongol Yuan Dynasty on the verge of collapse, it was hard to expect them to have much loyalty left.

However, amidst this wave of surrender, tens of thousands of figures stood as stubbornly as reefs.

They were true Mongol soldiers, descendants of the former Golden Family, and wolves of the steppe with the blood of conquerors flowing through their veins.

Their eyes held fear, but even more so, the madness and ferocity born of desperation.

"For the Great Yuan! For the Eternal Heaven!"

"Han dogs! Come on! Kill!!"

Knowing they were no match for the enemy, knowing that certain death lay ahead, they still brandished their scimitars, raised their spears, and launched a desperate charge.

They used their lives and blood to fulfill their final loyalty to a dynasty.

This was a massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

Under the leadership of masters like Yan Jing'an and Shan Yuru, the White Lotus army swept through the sand like an iron plow, crushing the last resistance fighters with overwhelming force.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, limbs were scattered all over the ground, and shouts of killing and wails of agony mingled together, composing a tragic elegy for an old era.

Even so, the White Lotus Sect suffered tens of thousands of casualties.

These last Mongol warriors sacrificed their lives as a final offering to this corrupt empire.

"No matter which era comes to an end, there will always be such martyrs, but most of them are powerless to reverse the situation."

Zhou Zhiruo rode a pure white warhorse, closely following behind Han Lin'er. Her beautiful face was filled with complex emotions. She did not make a move, but simply watched everything quietly.

National and personal grievances were all avenged at this moment.

The blood debts and last wishes of parents and brothers are all contained here.

But in her heart, besides the joy of avenging her great enemy and the emptiness that followed, there was a heavy responsibility that almost suffocated her.

Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously looked up at the sky where the earth-shattering battle was taking place.

Although she addressed Mo Yu as her lord, just like everyone else, she knew better than anyone what choice that young Taoist, as radiant as the sun, would ultimately make.

Because he never hid his alienation and indifference towards that position.

But eventually, someone has to take that position.

Zhou Zhiruo's gaze fell on the "young general" who was still fighting in the enemy ranks and occasionally letting out bursts of wild laughter. She shook her head with a sigh of helplessness.

Before this, no... even now, probably few people could have imagined, including Han Lin'er herself, that she would eventually sit on that supreme position.

The founding empress!
Just thinking about it made Zhou Zhiruo feel that it was somewhat absurd.

With Han Lin'er's reckless nature—brave yet reckless, nepotistic, easily angered, and acting entirely on impulse—she is practically textbook material for a tyrant.

If it weren't for Brother Mo and others assisting her, the country would probably have perished in her hands before the second generation.

However, there is one thing: my sister Lin'er truly listens to advice, and one could even say she obeys every word, when it comes to those she approves of.

This is enough.

Zhou Zhiruo did not stop Han Lin'er from "running wild".

Perhaps Han Lin'er herself did not realize it, but at this moment, amidst the bloodshed of the old and new, it was the right choice for her to personally lead her soldiers to charge and kill, wielding the blade of revenge against the once high and mighty Mongol nobles and powerful families.

"Pass on my orders!"

Zhou Zhiruo reined in her horse, her clear, cold voice standing out distinctly in the bustling battlefield.

Dozens of personal guards and messengers immediately surrounded them.

"Go and notify all the generals again: the powerful and wealthy in the city may be killed! But arson is strictly prohibited, and do not do anything unnecessary! Anyone who disobeys this order will be punished according to military law, regardless of their merits!"

"Here!"

Dozens of messengers bowed their heads and accepted the order.

They then led their messengers, ten times their number, like streams flowing into the sea, swiftly spreading the order to every corner of the desolate capital city.

The future female prime minister has already begun to show her talent at this moment.

On this day, the streets were paved with the bones of high-ranking officials, and the gates of the city were adorned with the heads of powerful and wealthy men!
……

The Imperial City, the Daming Hall.

When the last bit of resistance was wiped out, Zhou Zhiruo finally dragged Han Lin'er to this former power center of the imperial court.

However, Han Lin'er had already changed out of her military uniform.

The corset that had bound her stunning curves had been removed, and she had donned a magnificent and elaborate palace dress.

"Zhiruo, why do you insist I change back into these clothes? They're so damn awkward!"

Han Lin'er impatiently tugged at the wide sleeves, and because she wasn't used to long skirts, she stepped on the hem of her skirt several times.

What bothered her most was that she couldn't see the fullness of her toes when she looked down.

She hadn't felt this way when it was tightly bound with strips of cloth, but now that she was suddenly free, she found it rather big and cumbersome, making her wobble when she walked.

Zhou Zhiruo found her appearance somewhat amusing.

In terms of figure, Zhou Zhiruo has a golden ratio, with exquisite curves and just the right proportions.

However, when it comes to that naturally endowed fullness, she is indeed far inferior to her best friend's older sister.

"Pay a little attention to your image. You are now the leader of the White Lotus Cult, and the future... Anyway, it would be bad if people saw you like this. You are also a Celestial Master. You'll get used to this level of physical coordination."

She slapped Han Lin'er's hands, which were flailing about, away in an annoyed manner.

"Tsk, okay, okay."

Han Lin'er pouted, but didn't struggle anymore. She just curiously looked around the magnificent and imposing hall, asking in confusion as she walked:

"Zhiruo, you still haven't told me why you want me to switch back. Just now outside, the brothers under my command were looking at me strangely. Some were shocked, some seemed to realize something, but most of all, it seemed like they were... relieved? It's really strange."

Zhou Zhiruo did not directly answer her question, but simply smiled and said:
"You'll understand when you meet Brother Mo."

Everyone knows that Han Lin'er is the leader of the White Lotus Sect. She is powerful, brave in battle, and highly popular in the army.

However, everyone knows that the true soul of the White Lotus Sect is Mr. Mo, who is like a god descending to earth, slicing out the blazing sun with a single sword. The White Lotus Sect's ability to sweep away its decline and reverse the Mongol Yuan Dynasty was all thanks to Mr. Mo alone.

If Han Lin'er were just a simple puppet, that would be fine.

However, she also demonstrated remarkable leadership and personal charm.

A nominal leader, but a de facto ruler.

One is exceptionally capable, and the other is even more incredibly strong.

There are no two days in the sky, and there are no two masters in the country.

Before capturing Dadu, everyone was only thinking about how to overthrow the Mongol Yuan dynasty; everything else had to wait.

But when victory truly arrives, this hidden worry beneath the surface will inevitably surface.

What should we do next? How should power be distributed?

It was precisely for this reason that Zhou Zhiruo, who keenly sensed that the hero Mo Yu intended to retire after achieving his goals and was preparing to support Han Lin'er to take over, made this decision.

Let her reveal her true gender.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain, unless one is male and the other female.

When Han Lin'er appears before everyone as a woman, the worries about the power struggle will naturally dissipate by most.

People will subconsciously change her relationship with Mo Yu from "rivals vying for the throne" to "the lord's woman" or "the future empress".

In this way, even if Han Lin'er ultimately takes the position, no one will be too worried.

Because in their view, this world ultimately belongs to Mr. Mo.

Even if Mo Yu himself didn't care at all, he never bothered to fight for anything.

But as long as he still exists, his very existence is enough to make countless people and countless things inseparable from his influence.

"What? Brother Mo didn't come here?"

When the two entered the empty main hall, Zhou Zhiruo was somewhat taken aback to find only an empty dragon throne.

The half-blood-stained captain glanced at Han Lin'er, who had reverted to her female form and was curiously circling around the ornately decorated hall, then quickly lowered his head and respectfully reported:

"Reporting to Military Advisor Zhou, Mr. Mo has indeed not been here. However... the brothers guarding the imperial palace's rear garden said that they seemed... they seemed to have seen Mr. Mo's figure in the inner palace..."

"A harem?!"

Upon hearing this, Han Lin'er instantly perked up, her bright eyes blazing with gossip.

In an instant, her not-so-complex mind had already conjured up a whole season of love, hate, joy, and sorrow.

The melodramatic tales of young heroes and their childhood sweethearts falling deeply in love, only to have the beauty abducted by a tyrannical emperor, drive the young hero to rise up in anger and determination, eventually leading a million-strong army to conquer the imperial city, not to become emperor, but simply to reunite with his former lover... have been repeated seventy or eighty times.

Zhou Zhiruo was also taken aback, but after several months in charge of the White Lotus Sect, her temperament and thinking were no longer what they used to be.

After a brief moment of surprise, she immediately thought of a place.

The secret chamber of the Mongol imperial family...

There, countless books and scrolls were collected by the Mongol Empire over the past century from the Central Plains, the Western Regions, and Europe.

For that man, the power of the world and the beauties of the harem were probably not as attractive as the knowledge in that room.

really.

When Zhou Zhiruo and Han Lin'er, who had a "watching the show" expression on their faces, did not see his shadow in the palace of three thousand beauties in the harem, they saw that familiar figure in the secret pavilion deep in the imperial city.

The towering bookshelves stood like mountains, and the air was filled with the scent of ancient paper and ink.

A young Taoist priest, dressed in a black robe, strolled through the mountain of books with his hands behind his back. Around him floated a dozen ancient books of varying thicknesses, their pages moving and rustling even without wind.

Zhou Zhiruo chuckled and spoke:
"Brother Mo, you really are here."

Only in front of Mo Yu would she naturally shed the grace and majesty of a "female prime minister" and revert to being the junior sister who was somewhat dependent on and admired him.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, did not turn around.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he imprinted all the contents of those dozen or so books into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

Then he pointed.

The dozen or so books flew away on their own to a pile of books that had already formed a small mountain in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen more books flew out from different bookshelves and hovered in front of him, waiting for him to "read" them.

When the two women approached him, Mo Yu, the hero, finally looked up from his book and glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and Han Lin'er, who had changed back into women's clothing.

With just one glance, the heroes and Mo Yu understood the purpose of this action.

However, he didn't care.

Or rather, this was part of his scheme.

By making everyone mistakenly believe that Han Lin'er is his woman, not only can the obstacles she faces as a woman to become empress be minimized, but also, legally speaking, the identity of the next successor can be firmly locked within the category of "Mo Yu's offspring".

But what if... the hero Mo Yu doesn't leave her any offspring?
Even the most celestial masters, though they may enjoy long lifespans, will eventually reach their end.

Even if Han Lin'er couldn't bear the loneliness in the future and found a male concubine, or even became pregnant, she would never dare to make it public, let alone have the guts to identify him as Mo Yu's offspring.

She understood Mo Yu's terror better than anyone else, and she couldn't bear the crime of deceiving the world!
In this way, with a little manipulation, after she passes away, the "family rule" that has lasted for thousands of years on this land will be reversed back to the "abdication system".

Compared to people of this era, the vision of the chivalrous Mo Yu was not actually that far-reaching.

He only dared to pick out things that he was absolutely sure were safe and to carefully promote and implement them.

After all, the instructor's words were merely an affirmation of his past actions and that his intentions were sound.

But it didn't say what happened next?

Therefore, after unleashing that sword strike, the flaws in the character of the hero Mo Yu resurfaced.

His mental will, which had once been so powerful that it could crush the war maniac, has now fallen back to a state where it is severely suppressed and is now two or three levels below him.

"Cough cough,"

Han Lin'er felt a little uncomfortable under Mo Yu's gaze, especially since his eyes lingered on her for a moment.

His gaze, which seemed to see through everything, made her subconsciously puff out her chest. But then she felt that this action was a bit inappropriate, so she quickly swallowed it back down. A rare blush appeared on her handsome face.

"Brother Mo, the outside...the outside has been captured."

"Yeah, I get it,"

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, nodded calmly.
"Continue preparations for the Dharma assembly as planned. Also, announce to the world that you will ascend the throne on a chosen date."

"Yes."

Zhou Zhiruo bowed respectfully.

Han Lin'er also instinctively clasped her hands in a fist salute, not realizing anything was amiss for a moment.

After all, although she had fantasized about sitting in that position, it was just a fantasy. She never thought that she could outmaneuver Mr. Mo with her limited abilities.

But then, a thought suddenly struck her:
"Wait, wait! I'll choose a day to ascend the throne?!"

(End of this chapter)