Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 597 Princess, are you interested in becoming an empress?

"Princess~"

"This is Dezhou Braised Chicken. It has osteoporosis, so the bones are soft and the meat is tender, melting in your mouth. It's very delicious."

"Princess~"

"I heard from Governor Yang that you like to eat grapes. This is a grape-flavored sparkling wine. Try it and see how it tastes."

"Princess~"

"This is deep-fried Daiyu, made with real sea fish. You've never had it before, have you?"

"Princess~"

At the banquet table, everyone looked at him with strange expressions.

Seeing Lin Dao, who was being touted as a terrestrial immortal by the two Grand Protectors, fawning over Princess Xian'an.

The scene of him serving food and pouring wine is quite suggestive.

'boom! '

The Uyghur chieftain, Jie Gangas, could no longer restrain himself.

He slammed his hand on the table, stood up angrily, and shouted, "Don't push your luck!"

Instantly, everyone turned to look at him.

A commotion suddenly erupted outside the door. The Uyghur warriors in the courtyard wanted to come in, but the white-haired soldiers at the gate blocked them, and a fight seemed imminent.

"Everyone be quiet!"

Jieganjias turned around and roared angrily towards the door.

Once it had quieted down outside, he turned back and addressed Lin Daoyan, "The princess is the Khatun of my Great Uyghur Kingdom!"

"What are you trying to achieve by fawning over the princess like this?"

Guo Xin and Yang Xigu were also curious: what happened to the land immortal?
If he admired the princess, he wouldn't have shown it in front of so many people.

Princess Xian'an's pretty face also flushed, and her heart was filled with warmth.

This was the first time someone had ever shown him such attentiveness.

As for Fengcheng Khan, he was busy eating, his mouth greasy and he was very satisfied.

Lin Dao slowly suppressed his smile and put down his chopsticks.

He raised his eyelids and finally looked at the prime minister.

"Are you blind?"

"What else do you want? Can't you tell I'm trying to seduce a princess?"

The atmosphere in the room changed abruptly upon hearing this.

Jieganjias instinctively reached for his sword, but Guo Xin and Yang Xigu stood up at the same time.

Her eyes were fixed on him, and her hand was on the hilt of the knife.

If Jieganjiasi dared to draw his sword, he would immediately draw his sword and cut him down.

Both of the Grand Protectors were tough men who had been through many battles, and they felt a lot of pressure being watched by them with ill intentions.

Jieganjas regretted it.

They shouldn't have come into the city, and if they did, they shouldn't have brought so few people.

Having come to the banquet, one should not put oneself in danger; one should let the warriors outside in.

But there was nothing he could do; he could only suppress his anger and say, "The princess is the Khatun of our Great Uyghur Kingdom, you..."

"Not anymore."

Lin Daohun waved his hand dismissively, "The Uyghurs are almost gone, so there's nothing left to talk about."

Ignoring the rapid shifts in everyone's emotions, Lin Dao turned to Princess Xian'an and sincerely apologized.

"Please forgive me, Princess."

“In the past, it was always the girls who pursued me.”

"I don't have much experience in this area."

"If there is anything inappropriate, please forgive me, Princess."

He told the truth.

Since opening the portal, he has never pursued a woman, regardless of which time or space he has been in.

Regardless of their social status, it was always the woman who actively pursued him.

These words, however, aroused Princess Xian'an's curiosity.

She turned her head to look at Lin Dao and asked softly, "My lord, what do you intend to do?"

Jiegangas and the two Grand Protectors also looked over curiously.

They also wanted to know why Lin Dao did this.

If he really wanted to marry the Tang princess, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to go to Chang'an to marry her. Why would he want to offend the Uyghurs?
"I've been thinking about how to arrange things in the Western Regions."

Lin Dao poured himself a glass of sparkling wine. "The Tibetans, the Uyghurs, or any other tribes, are easy to wipe out."

"But what about the Tang Dynasty?"

"Go and destroy the Tang Dynasty?"

"That was another great battle no less than the An Lushan Rebellion, resulting in countless deaths and injuries."

He looked at Yang Xigu and Guo Xin, whose expressions changed upon hearing this, and said, "I am here to help the Anxi Army, but it is not my intention to confront them on the battlefield."

"You two Grand Protectors, if anything happens to the Central Plains, would you be willing to lead troops to its rescue?"

Yang Xigu and Guo Xin chuckled dryly, but did not respond.

This is where Lin Dao's dilemma lies.

The Anxi Army and the Beiting Army were essentially the Anxi Army and the Beiting Army of the Tang Dynasty.

His main purpose in coming here was to help the Anxi army, not to destroy them.

“I consulted several capable people (Wang Meng and others).

"They gave me an idea, which is to take down—cough!—Princess Xian'an, make her empress, and establish a kingdom in the Western Regions."

There's more to come, of course.

Wang Meng suggested that they must have a son with Princess Xian'an to inherit her title.

In this way, the Anxi Army and the Beiting Army in the Western Regions had someone to pledge allegiance to.

More importantly, it would allow him to legitimately enter the Central Plains and inherit the throne.

Well, after my son is born, I can set off to massacre the people of Chang'an and send all the powerful families and the emperor who welcomed the Buddha's relics to meet the King of Hell.

Of course, there's no need to say these things at this point.

Lin Dao's candid remarks surprised everyone.

Guo Xin and Yang Xigu exchanged a glance, already understanding the situation. They absolutely did not want to be enemies with Lin Dao.

This is a terrestrial deity, possessing all sorts of terrifying weapons.

The power of that horse's sneezing gun and the fire-breathing dragon's iron canister was witnessed firsthand.

These are just what we've seen; they must have more that they haven't shown yet.

If tens of thousands of Tibetan troops couldn't hold out, how could a few thousand Anxi and Beiting troops possibly do so?

Hearing about Lin Dao's plan to make the Tang princess his master, it's not impossible.

After all, the previous empress had only been dead for a little over eighty years.

Moreover, that empress was merely a daughter-in-law, while the current Princess Xian'an is the emperor's true daughter.

Such things were quite acceptable in the Tang Dynasty, after all, there were precedents.

If it were during the Song or Ming dynasties, when scholar-officials were in charge, there would have been no way to achieve this.

Guo Xin and Yang Xigu didn't speak, but they had already exchanged meaning with their eyes.

They chose the default.

Princess Xian'an, on the other hand, fell into deep thought.

She was a true princess, the emperor's own daughter, not a member of the imperial family.

She was originally innocent and naive, believing that her father loved her dearly.

But I never expected that my father would send me to eat sand on the grasslands!
There are clearly women from the imperial family!
Even if the Uyghurs specifically requested a real princess, my sister wasn't married yet!

Why me? Why? Why?!
Thinking back on the past, and the hardships I endured on the vast grasslands.

Princess Xian'an agreed on the spot without much hesitation.

The princesses of the Tang Dynasty were always known for their fierceness.

For Princess Xian'an, nothing could be worse than eating sand on the grasslands, nor could it be worse than constantly changing husbands.

What nonsense about "the wind blowing the grass low to reveal cattle and sheep"? Look down and you see nothing but dung!
Moreover, people on the grasslands rarely bathe, and their tents are made of leather.

I'm almost going crazy from the fumes all day long.

Now there is an opportunity to get rid of all this, whether it is real or not, and whether it is possible.

Even if she could just live in Chengli and be surrounded by her own people, she would be content.

At this moment, the only one who was filled with shock and anger was Jieganjiasi, the chief minister of the Uyghurs.

He could no longer contain himself and drew his sword. Just as he was about to overturn the table and call for reinforcements, an embarrassing situation arose.

Lin Dao raised his hand and pressed it on the table. Jiegangas strained so hard that his face turned red, but the table didn't budge.

Only now did he begin to understand why Guo Yang called the person before him a terrestrial immortal.

Seeing that a one-on-one fight was not going to work, Jieganjias instinctively retreated towards the door, opening his mouth as if to call on the Uyghur warriors in the courtyard to fight.

But the next moment, he heard Lin Dao's calm instructions.

"Fire."

The dull sound of machine gun fire followed.

A machine gun, which was positioned in the next room, immediately opened the door upon receiving the order, and its dark muzzle opened fire on the Uyghur warriors gathered in the courtyard.

The heavy bullets roared out like a torrent of water, sweeping across the entire courtyard.

Those Uyghur warriors clad in armor were renowned warriors in their tribes.

Some people can even kneel down on an ox with both hands!

But now, in the face of Maxim's heavy bullets, no matter how strong the body or how sturdy the armor, they are all utterly vulnerable.

Gunshots are the signal.

The Maxim machine guns, which had already been deployed inside and outside the Protectorate General's residence and throughout the county town, opened fire.

Especially the streets outside the Great Protectorate were crowded with warriors that Jiegangas had brought into the city.

These warriors would have been able to easily protect Jiegangas and the Khan as they left the city, and they might even have been able to seize the city from within.

However, they were facing modern firearms.

When the Maxim machine guns began spitting fire, the crowded streets instantly transformed into a living hell.

The street was lined with high walls, making it impossible to climb over them in a hurry.

That was truly a case of the wind blowing down entire fields of wheat.

The screams and howls were deafening; the Uyghur warriors, suddenly struck, were unable to even retaliate.

The two machine guns positioned at the street corner fired alternately while changing ammunition belts, giving them no chance to react.

Once the gunfire gradually subsided, everything was considered settled.

The large number of Uyghur troops who followed Jieganjias into Jinman County have been basically wiped out.

As for the remaining survivors who were still in shock, they would soon be sent on their way by the white-haired soldiers who were fully armed and carrying crossbows and other weapons.

Inside the room, standing at the door, Jieganjias trembled violently.

He stared in disbelief at the courtyard outside. Right before his eyes, the most powerful warriors of the Great Uyghur Khanate fell in droves within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Watching the white-haired soldiers step forward with weapons to clean up the wounded, Jieganjias was almost driven mad.

He turned around mechanically, his bloodshot eyes looking at Lin Dao.

Lin Dao's smile was warm and friendly, giving people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

His words were very thoughtful.

"Prime Minister."

"Bury it in the ground~"

"Flying kites~"

"Light the sky lantern~"

"It's still Protector-General Yang who will cut you down with one stroke!"

"The route has been decided for you. You can choose which route to take."

Jieganjias opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice dry and hoarse.

He only asked one question.

"Why?!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Dao slowly stood up, placed his hands on the table, and looked at him.

"Because~"

"The Western Regions, the Western Regions of the Central Plains!"

(End of this chapter)