Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 462 It can't be Luo Yuheng, can it? (1)

The cold moon hangs on the branches, and there is no sound of human voices in the surrounding fields.

It was still dark, and all around was a hazy, indistinct expanse.

Song Yan got out of bed. The beauty beside him was gone, replaced by a dry robe. It felt strange, but he still took the robe and put it on. There were still some fine, black strands of hair on the pillow. He took one and twirled it around his finger, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

The mysterious woman in the cave is most likely the sister-in-law.

But Song Yan still can't guess the woman's true identity.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that it is definitely not Luo Tianyi.

The voices didn't match; Luo Tianyi's voice was rather cold and aloof.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, one could sense that the woman's figure was somewhat mismatched. Having drunk too much on their wedding night, their senses were hazy, but after a night of pleasure the previous night, they could perceive that the woman's figure was relatively fuller.

Who could it be?

The husky yet slightly magnetic voice even made Song Yan wonder if it might be Hua Lian Yue... After all, her figure and voice were quite similar. But he quickly dismissed the idea, since if Hua Lian Yue really wanted to, she wouldn't need to be so secretive.

Is it Yu Shuang?
Their figures were somewhat similar, but their voices were quite different. Although Yu Shuang was only slightly younger than Luo Yuheng, her face was naturally youthful, and her voice was sweet and coquettish, with a slight hint of affectedness... It wasn't that Yu Shuang was putting on an act; it was just her natural voice.

There's another problem... This mysterious woman is very powerful.

Even now, Song Yan wouldn't be at a disadvantage against a seventh-rank martial artist, but before the cool breeze permeated the bedroom, he still had no sense of this woman. This alone was enough to prove that this woman's strength far exceeded his own.

Moreover, he wasn't the only one living in the county government office; Luo Tianxuan and Hua Lianyue were also there.

To be able to sneak into one's bedroom undetected right under the noses of two grandmaster-level experts, how extraordinary must this woman's strength be?

Surely he's not some legendary grandmaster?

Or is it that Luo Tianxuan and Hua Lianyue both know this mysterious woman, and that her entry into her bedroom was with their consent?
Damn it, why is my mind getting more and more confused?

"us……"

"impossible."

Suddenly, a sentence spoken by that woman popped into Song Yan's mind again.

What does this mean?
Why is it impossible?
In this era, the impossible situations between men and women are nothing more than a few: either the woman's status is too high to be a concubine, or her status is too low to be worthy of her... But for highly skilled martial artists, such differences in status are actually not a problem.

Or is there something special about that woman's identity that prevents her from openly staying by his side?

More and more chaotic thoughts filled Song Yan's mind, but he found it difficult to string these jumbled thoughts together, which made him increasingly irritable.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind.

A thought, uncontrollably, appeared in my mind.

It couldn't possibly be Luo Yuheng, could it?!

Song Yan was startled by her own thought.

Luo Yuheng's voice is usually rather deep and hoarse.

Her figure is also very full.

Moreover, her status is extremely unique. Although her true relationship with Luo Tianxuan and Luo Tianyi should be that of aunt and niece, she is nominally their mother and Song Yan's mother-in-law. Even though Luo Yuheng is unconventional, such a status and such a relationship are indeed impossible…

Thinking this, Song Yan shook his head vigorously, cursing himself inwardly for being such a beast. How could he have thought of his mother-in-law... Putting aside everything else, the mysterious woman's formidable strength was inexplicable. You must know that although Luo Yuheng had a fiery personality, she was essentially a weak woman who couldn't even kill a chicken.

Moreover, my mother-in-law did have a husband, and she was pregnant for nine months before giving birth to a girl. However, that girl was sent to the palace as a child and raised under the Empress's name.

In this way, the bloodstains on the bed don't match up.

Shaking his head, Song Yan got up and went outside.

A cool breeze brushed against my face, instantly invigorating me and dispelling the slight irritation in my heart. After getting some water, washing my face, and brushing my teeth, I felt much refreshed.

He stretched his arms vigorously, and seeing that the sky was getting brighter, he heard the sound of a bedroom door opening not far away. Hua Lian Yue and Luo Tian Xuan had also woken up, and it was clear that they had slept well last night, as they were full of energy. Judging from this, they probably really hadn't heard anything from last night, which meant that the mysterious woman's strength was indeed stronger than a Grandmaster.

Song Yan was somewhat troubled.

While it's true that being a kept man is very appealing and provides a great sense of security.

But the woman beside him was so outstanding that Song Yan felt immense pressure.

After breakfast, Song Yan called Zhang Zhen, Zhang Han, Lei Yi and his group together again. Yesterday they had only discussed the general plan, and there were still some details to consider today.

The old forest dam must be blown up. This doesn't require many people; Song Yan himself leading a few experts is enough. As for Huangshi Pass, Lei Yi will lead an elite squad there to plant the detonating bombs in advance. If Agsang is really prepared to take the risk, then Huangshi Pass will be blown up directly.

As for the matter of setting fire to the mountain by the Lao Lin River, it was left to a group of people from the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect.

These people are fast on their feet and have excellent agility.

Even if something unexpected happens, escaping is not difficult.

The Ji brothers, Ji Gang and Ji Peng, were also quite excited. After all, if this matter was accomplished, it would be a great achievement, and they might even be able to get an official position. The Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect would then have an official background. They would want to see what right those self-righteous sects in the martial arts world had to look down on the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect.

Thinking this, both brothers had a happy smile on their faces.

Lei Yi was instructed by Song Yan to meet up with Li Er as quickly as possible and take control of the counties in Anzhou Prefecture that had been massacred by the Xiongnu prince Abalu.

Zhang Zhen led a group of soldiers and black-armored warriors back to Pingyang and entered Xinhou to support Mei Wu. Song Yan naturally had great trust in the abilities of Old Master Mei Wu, but no matter what, the disparity in troop strength between the two sides was too great. More reinforcements would mean fewer casualties.

After arranging everything, Song Yan, Hua Lianyue, Luo Tianxuan, Ji Gang, and Ji Peng quietly left Beiling County.

Before we knew it, several days had passed.

It's already May.

Spring goes and summer arrives.

It's the time when the weather is gradually warming up, and the temperature has been almost the same every day these days.

Gone is the bitter cold of winter, gone is the gentle drizzle of spring; the sun shines brightly, the white clouds drift like cotton wool, and everything is so bright and cheerful that it is a delight to behold.

Shaping County.

A few days ago, Shaping County was occupied by Agsang.

The methods he used were not much different from before: kill some, win over others, and arm others, thereby completely controlling the occupied areas.

This method is called: using Han people to govern Han people!
Each of the princes had a strategist by their side. For the princes, the strategist not only helped them devise strategies, but also educated them in etiquette and manners, making them, in a sense, mentors.

These military advisors included talents meticulously trained by the three national advisors of the Xiongnu.

There were scholars who were frustrated and unsuccessful in the Central Plains, and even suffered persecution.

They are mostly very talented.

It's a pity that the Xiongnu people revered military strength and looked down on scholars.

Even if the Great Chanyu Suochuoluo forcibly arranged for the strategist to follow him, the Fourth Prince Alunchi would find a way to shake the strategist off, and the First Prince Abalu even lashed Cheng Xu's face with a whip.

There are not many who truly respect the strategist; the second prince, Alibu, is one, and the third prince, Agsang, is another.

Agsang's strategist was surnamed Feng and named Zening.

Feng Zening once said: The northern desert is vast, but sparsely populated. The Xiongnu cavalry was invincible and no one could stop them, but they lacked foundation and had insufficient strength.

Simply massacring Han Chinese is ineffective.

The Great Chanyu (Xiongnu ruler) is attempting to subdue the nine provinces and rule the world... It's not wrong to have such ambitions, but how long will it take?
Five years? Ten years? Twenty years? Or longer?

If we simply massacre all the Han people in the conquered areas, who will grow crops, and who will produce weapons and armor?

Should we let the Xiongnu come on their own?

The Xiongnu people were willing to follow the royal family to invade the Central Plains for wealth and glory. If they had to work hard to cultivate the land, who would be willing to risk their lives for the royal family? If the Xiongnu people got used to farming, their wildness would probably fade away, and the once mighty Xiongnu cavalry would be gone.

Therefore, a portion of Han people had to remain alive and be made to perform the lowest-level jobs to support the Xiongnu; these people were the Han slaves.

At the same time, it is also necessary to win over a group of Han people, and give them certain official positions, power, wealth, and even respect. These people are Han officials. By using Han officials to enslave Han slaves, the hatred and conflicts of the lowest-level Han slaves can be transferred from the Xiongnu people to the Han officials.

This method can effectively reduce resistance from Han slaves. Even if an irreconcilable conflict occurs, simply drag out the Han official, behead him, and the anger will naturally be quelled.

Agsang found this to be very reasonable.

After entering Anzhou Prefecture, he followed Mr. Feng's instructions completely.

They even formed the Han slave army.

What shocked Agsang was that even if a conflict did occur, the Han slave army was no less ruthless than the Xiongnu, and when it came to oppressing its own people, it was even more so.

Ah……

A bunch of scoundrels.

Agsang scoffed.

However, looking at his army, which now numbered nearly 80,000, Agsang couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. In war, the more you fight, the more you have; who else in the world could you possibly have besides yourself?
Once Anzhou Prefecture is conquered and Pingyang's troops are incorporated, the number of soldiers under his command will likely exceed 100,000. With such prestige, not to mention his bookish second brother and his brainless eldest brother, even his father, the Khan, would probably be unable to compare... He might even be able to skip the step of becoming the Crown Prince and kick his father off the throne to become the Emperor himself.

Thinking about it this way, I felt a little tempted.

Just then, footsteps outside the tent disturbed Agsang's thoughts. Looking up, he saw a man in his fifties with graying hair, but with a handsome face and a pure white robe that exuded elegance and grace.

“Mr. Feng.” Agsang stood up and bowed respectfully to Mr. Feng.

"Your Highness summoned me here, is there something important to discuss?" Mr. Feng stroked his beard, nodded slightly, and sat down opposite Agsang, waving his hand to indicate that Agsang did not need to be so polite.

Agsang also sat down, poured Mr. Feng a cup of tea, and then slowly said, "The scouts just received news that my elder brother Abalu was burned to death by Song Yan in Dehua County, and none of the 60,000 troops survived."

Feng Zening raised an eyebrow slightly: "That Song Yan is quite ruthless. He burned down the county he governed without a second thought. However, exchanging the buildings and wealth of a county for 60,000 Xiongnu troops is not a bad deal."

Not only did they not lose money, they made a huge profit!

Agsang sighed.

Abalu had led the elite troops of various tribes, and who would have thought that they would be burned to the ground in a single fire... He didn't care that his elder brother was dead, and was even a little happy, but the loss of 60,000 elite troops really broke Agsang's heart.

"And the second brother, who couldn't even take over a single county, turned and ran as soon as he heard the news. I reckon he's already out of seclusion by now." Agsang pursed his lips and continued, genuinely looking down on this second brother.

He's so cowardly; this second brother has completely disgraced the Xiongnu people.

"I summoned the teacher here so that he could give me some advice on what to do next," Agsang smiled and finally revealed his true purpose.

Feng Zening stroked his beard and smiled wryly: "That depends on what the Third Prince's purpose is."

"What do you mean by that?" Agsang lowered his eyelids, his fingers stroking the teacup.

“If Your Highness’s goal is the Crown Prince, then we can speed things up a bit.” Feng Zening curled his lips. “After all, the Great Chanyu’s order was for all three princes to station their troops in Pingyang to draw Song Yan’s attention and give the Great Chanyu a chance to launch a surprise attack from the rear. Now that the eldest prince has been burned to death and the second prince has retreated, only the third prince remains to complete this mission.”

As if it were only natural, neither Agsang nor Feng Zening had considered Alunchi in their words.

"If the Third Prince can successfully complete this mission and assist the Great Chanyu in taking Pingyang, and even the entire Ning Kingdom, the Third Prince's position in the Great Chanyu's heart will naturally be unmatched, and no one can shake his position as Crown Prince."

Agsang nodded slightly, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger.

Feng Zening took a sip of fragrant tea, looking at the few tea leaves floating in the cup. He couldn't help but sigh. It had only been a little over ten years since he left the Central Plains, yet so much had changed. The tea no longer needed to be boiled.

After a brief pause, Feng Zening spoke again: "If the Third Prince's goal is... the Emperor."

Agsang trembled slightly. Despite the blasphemous words, he did not utter a word of rebuttal.

"Then let's deliberately slow down!"

"Although the Great Chanyu's army of 150,000 is impressive, the amount of military provisions he needs every day is extremely high. Therefore, the Great Chanyu cannot wait too long. Once the food is consumed to a certain extent, even if the three princes cannot provide pressure, the Great Chanyu will have no choice but to launch an attack."

"This would allow the Great Chanyu and Song Yan to kill each other."

"The Third Prince can then reap the benefits without lifting a finger."

"We could even inform Song Yan of the Great Chanyu's plans through a secret letter. With Song Yan's abilities, we might be able to use him to get rid of the Great Chanyu."

hum.

Agsang's pupils suddenly contracted.

His eyes gleamed with intense excitement.

Killing one's own father, that would be... fantastic!

(End of this chapter)