Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 483 Extinction of the Clan (6,500+ Thanks to Alliance Leader Yong Su)
The clouds grew heavier.

It seemed to weigh down on the entire palace, within reach.

A howling wind swept in through the main gate of the Golden Hall, fluttering the official robes, some crimson, some purple.

Lightning flashed across the sky.

The sudden brightness illuminated faces that were filled with surprise, fear, or excitement.

At the same time, it also allowed the young man at the entrance of the Golden Palace to be fully seen by everyone.

Gudong!

Faintly, one could hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

Regardless of the ulterior motives of the officials in the court, at this moment they all had only one thought in their minds... Song Yan has returned.

The Eastern Tombs are about to descend into chaos again.

How many people will die this time?

Because of the heavy rain outside, Song Yan looked somewhat disheveled.

Water droplets rolled slowly down the gleaming silver armor.

Her long, wet hair hung down her back, sticking to her face and looking somewhat messy. Water droplets still clung to her eyelashes, but her eyes looked even brighter.

It is Song Yan.

He was still the same boy who had left less than half a year ago.

No mistake.

In the imperial court, the throats of the officials moved unconsciously.

Some are happy and some are sad.

The Xiongnu and Jurchen delegations, those arrogant barbarians, also subconsciously swallowed hard.

The shadow of the tree, the name of the person.

Even though they had never seen Song Yan in person, they had heard about how ruthless he was... Just hearing Song Yan's voice at this moment gave them goosebumps.

For a moment, the once noisy Golden Hall fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

The civil officials kneeling on the ground changed their expressions. They were the ones who wanted to bring Song Yan back to Dongling for trial, but now that Song Yan had returned on his own initiative, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

That fear seemed to be branded into my very bones.

They knew that Song Yan was never one to play by the rules. This young man was far more troublesome than those seasoned old foxes in the imperial court. Since Song Yan dared to appear here, he must have already made some preparations. In a daze, the two mounds of corpses outside Dongling City reappeared before their eyes, and their heads were placed on top of them.

As for Fang De, his brows furrowed even more deeply.

The appearance of Song Yan can indeed alleviate some of the pressure. Despite his extremely high status in Ningguo, the simultaneous attacks from the Xiongnu, Jurchen, Yang family, and Bailu Academy are overwhelming even for Fang De. Song Yan's appearance will certainly make things easier for him, but whether it will bring him good fortune or misfortune is truly unpredictable.

Yang Hetong kept swallowing, glancing at Chu Licheng and Gao Hong. He could clearly see the deep worry and a hint of madness in their eyes... To put it bluntly, the whole thing they did today was to force the emperor to abdicate.

It's basically a complete falling out with Emperor Ninghe.

If Song Yan could be completely suppressed, labeled as a traitor, and given an imperial edict to execute him, then Song Yan would be no threat from then on, and Emperor Ninghe would become a puppet, eventually dying at an opportune time.

This is an excellent plan.

The timing of the appearance of the Xiongnu and Jurchen envoys was perfect.

Even Emperor Ninghe could not withstand such pressure. He either had to fight to the death or endure it. Clearly, Emperor Ninghe did not have the ability to fight to the death at the moment.

However, this perfect plan was disrupted by Song Yan's appearance, and no one knows what changes will occur next.

This cannot go on.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Licheng stepped forward, looked at Song Yan, and shouted sternly, "How dare you!"

"Song Yan, as the Prefect of Pingyang, you are not allowed to return to the capital without an imperial edict. How dare you trespass into the Golden Hall now? Do you even respect His Majesty?"

Yang Hetong gave Yang Jingshuo a wink, and Yang Jingshuo immediately stepped forward and shouted in a deep voice, "Where are the imperial guards? Quickly, seize this arrogant and rude scoundrel and execute him on the spot to set an example!"

Yang Jingshuo's voice was full of energy.

A buzzing sound filled the main hall.

Yang Hetong lowered his eyes slightly, his expression unchanged. Ever since Song Yan appeared, Yang Hetong seemed to have returned to his usual absent-minded state, as if everything in the court had nothing to do with him.

Yang Jingshuo, being younger, had a slight smile playing on his lips, as if victory was assured. Many of the imperial guards had been bribed by the Yang family. If these guards appeared at this moment, ignoring Emperor Ninghe's attempts to stop them, and dismembered Song Yan, then everything would be set in stone.

But a strange scene appeared.

Even after Yang Jingshuo's angry shout faded away, the vast golden hall remained as quiet as a chicken's nest, without the slightest sign of abnormality.

For some reason, Yang Jingshuo panicked. He subconsciously glanced at the back of the Golden Hall and the main gate, and shouted again in a stern voice, "Where are the Imperial Guards?"

bang bang bang...

Only then did the dull footsteps come from outside the hall.

A hint of smugness appeared on Yang Jingshuo's face. He instinctively looked at Song Yan, only to find that Song Yan's face did not show even the slightest expression of fear.

Immediately afterwards, a troop of soldiers appeared outside the Golden Hall.

The moment Yang Jingshuo saw the soldiers, his smugness froze. The soldiers were all wearing bright silver armor, holding swords, and their bodies were soaked through by the torrential rain. Their metal boots made a crisp, loud sound as they stepped on the floor.

This... isn't this the attire of an imperial guard?
The imperial guards wear black armor, so where did these silver-armored guards come from?

Not to mention Yang Jingshuo, even Yang Hetong, Chu Licheng, Gao Hong and the others all changed their expressions.

The next second, these silver-armored guards swiftly stepped into the golden hall, splitting into two rows and appearing behind the officials.

Swish.

The gleaming scimitar was half-drawn from its sheath, gleaming with a chilling light under the lamplight.

The silver-armored guards did not wear face shields, revealing their cold and stern faces. They exuded a murderous aura, like the most ferocious beasts in the forest. As long as their master gave the order, the scimitars in their hands could immediately chop off the head of their target.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the golden hall turned cold and somber.

Those civil officials who were usually the most talkative were now all shrinking back, not daring to utter a sound. Even the most foolish person would understand that these people were not imperial guards, nor even Emperor Ninghe's men; they were soldiers under Song Yan's command.

Song Yan's sudden appearance in the palace was already astonishing enough.

He actually brought soldiers with him?
How dare he?

Even the Xiongnu and Jurchen delegations, as well as the Chu trio, never expected Song Yan to be so audacious.

Unlike the panic among the officials, Gao Hong and Chu Licheng felt a growing sense of foreboding. Song Yan was indeed unruly; all constraints were utterly useless against him, and he cared nothing for them. They didn't know how many soldiers Song Yan had brought, but the fact that his troops could appear so directly in the court, without the imperial guards at the gate offering any obstruction, suggested that Song Yan had likely already taken control of the palace.

Damn it, damn it, damn it... Chu Licheng and Gao Hong cursed inwardly. With so many soldiers, was Zhao Gaizhi just a useless person?
Didn't they know they should have stopped them?
Suddenly, Chu Licheng and Gao Hong trembled slightly, and in a short time, they understood... there must be more to the story behind Yang Shuxuan and Zhao Feng's deaths. In recent days, Zhao Gaizhi had been in charge of the defense of the entire Dongling City. Zhao Gaizhi was probably already Song Yan's man, otherwise Song Yan would never have brought so many soldiers into the city.

These two were quite clever; they figured out the trick in a short time.

At this moment, even Yang Hetong, who had been lost in thought, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with admiration and a hint of resentment.

These old foxes guessed correctly. When Song Yan went to the palace, Zhao Gaizhi turned around and replaced the guards at the city gate with his own trusted men. Then the camp was set up outside the city gate, with only a few people left to guard it. The others took the opportunity to enter the city. Because of the torrential rain and the fact that they had abandoned their warhorses, their footsteps were muffled. There were also few people on Chang'an Street, so it did not attract much attention.

Upon arriving at the palace gate, they quickly seized control of the officials' carriages and guards waiting there, and then sent a guard to fetch Wei Liang.

Wei Zhong, Wei Xiao, Wei Xian, Wei Liang.

This is Emperor Ninghe's most powerful and important confidant.

There are three forces under Emperor Ninghe's control in the entire Eastern Mausoleum. One force is the Imperial City Guard, which is in charge of Wei Xiao. Another force is the Imperial Guard, which is mainly under the command of Zhao Gaizhi, but Wei Xian is responsible for contacting Zhao Gaizhi on a daily basis. Finally, there is the Imperial Guard, which is mainly in charge of Wei Liang. As for Wei Zhong, he is the strongest of the four. He usually serves Emperor Ninghe closely and is responsible for protecting his safety.

The four of them knew about Emperor Ninghe's plan: loyalty, filial piety, virtue, and goodness.

Therefore, the takeover of the palace's defenses proceeded exceptionally smoothly, and all those who attempted to resist were apprehended on the spot.

Song Yan could guess Emperor Ninghe's plan. Although it was a coup, Emperor Ninghe, who was already terminally ill, had no possibility of compromising. He might want to use the imperial guards to eliminate all the rebellious people in the court and fight to the death. However, there were bribed members among the imperial guards, so it was not impossible for the outcome to be that the fish died but the net was not broken.

Only by having complete control of the palace could Song Yan truly feel at ease.

Only then did Song Yan lift his foot and enter the Golden Hall.

All eyes were on Song Yan, filled with resentment, unwillingness, fear, and a few particularly strange gazes. Song Yan subconsciously followed the gazes and saw two women, both extremely beautiful.

One of them brazenly looked him up and down, as if trying to see every inch of his body, then gently patted his chest, looking relieved.

The other woman was taller and had a fit figure. She was the kind of woman who was sexy and a little wild. For some reason, Song Yan frowned slightly... He felt that this woman was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before. However, after carefully searching his memory, Song Yan was certain that he really did not know this woman.

Even more strangely, the woman's gaze was intensely fixed on him, and her face flushed involuntarily, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

It looks like she's been drugged.

Song Yan felt bewildered. Beside the two women was a man, and what chilled Song Yan was that this man's gaze was equally intense.

hiss.

Song Yan shuddered.

Although this man is handsome, he's not an adult, and he doesn't fence.

It's really scary.

The officials in the court were speechless... No, this Marquis of Champion had already led his troops to storm the court, yet his first concern was still those two women who were a little older than him? Although everyone knew that the Marquis of Champion had this kind of fetish, no one expected it to be this serious. Could it be that he really couldn't see what the situation was like?

Emperor Ninghe's expression was equally complex, with a hint of reproach. He clearly felt that Song Yan shouldn't be there. As long as Song Yan could stabilize the North and continue to develop there, that would be enough. He would handle the affairs of Dongling. Although he couldn't pave the way to success, dragging a portion of the enemy down with him would reduce obstacles and create opportunities.

In this way, at least the death can be considered somewhat heroic.

It's a pity that the courage she had finally mustered was dissipated because of Song Yan's appearance.

Song Yan pursed his lips, withdrew his gaze, and walked forward in the golden hall on his own. The Xiongnu and Jurchen delegations were in the very center of the golden hall. When Song Yan walked over, these barbarians seemed unwilling to lose their pride. They stubbornly raised their heads, their scarlet eyes fixed on Song Yan. Some even trembled slightly, as if they wanted to pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

Da da da……

Song Yan's footsteps echoed in the main hall.

The two delegations, comprising twenty-four barbarians, were all warriors from the Jurchen and Xiongnu tribes. Just hearing Song Yan's footsteps and seeing his approaching figure, they trembled uncontrollably. When Song Yan looked over, these proud barbarian warriors lacked the courage to meet his gaze and instinctively lowered their once arrogant heads.

Even his body seemed to instinctively retreat.

They ultimately couldn't hold on.

That murderous aura was simply too strong.

It was as if what was approaching them was not Song Yan at all, but a mountain of corpses, a sea of ​​blood, a mound of heads... It was as if countless mournful and ferocious wails were swirling in their ears.

He killed far too many people.

Even just looking at this boy gives you the creeps.

They had a premonition that if they continued to stand in Song Yan's way... they would die.

Upon reaching the center of the main hall, Song Yan suddenly stopped and turned to look at the leader of the Xiongnu delegation, Huyan Tu.

The moment the gaze fell upon Huyan Tu, even though Huyan Tu was taller and more robust, he subconsciously tensed up. Wherever the gaze passed, Huyan Tu felt as if a sharp knife was cutting cuts into his body.

"Go back and tell Suochuoluo not to even think about making a move on Princess Yongle."

Finally, Song Yan spoke... His clear, cold voice completely broke the long silence and oppression in the Golden Hall.

Huyan Tu's throat bobbed. This was the man who burned more than 60,000 soldiers under the First Prince's command. This was the man who caused the great flood, which swept away nearly 80,000 soldiers of the Third Prince... He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help but see those scenes in his mind. He couldn't understand how such an innocent-looking boy could do such a brutal thing.

"Why...why?" Huyan Tu mustered all his courage before finally uttering a slightly trembling voice.

As a member of the Xiongnu royal family and a warrior of the northern grasslands, he was unwilling to bow down just because of Song Yan's words.

Song Yan raised an eyebrow, stared at Huyan Tu for two seconds, and spoke in a cold tone, without any inflection, simply stating a fact in the most straightforward and calm way: "Why? Because... he's too ugly."

puff!
Despite the tense atmosphere, Song Yan spoke these words in a serious manner, causing Emperor Ninghe on the dragon throne to grin slightly.

"Too old."

"I'm almost dead."

"Because he doesn't deserve it."

"How dare a mere barbarian covet my noble princess?"

Are these reasons enough?

Huyan Tu's face flushed red instantly. He hadn't expected Song Yan to dare publicly humiliate the Xiongnu Chanyu in front of so many people. His anger surged, which gave him a little courage. He coldly shouted, "Champion Marquis, how dare you humiliate the Chanyu like this? Are you really not afraid of the 400,000-strong army of the Xiongnu and Jurchens?"

"Have you ever considered what it would be like if an army of 400,000 marched south? Do you want to cause widespread suffering and devastation in Ningguo?"

Song Yan chuckled and suddenly took a step toward Huyan Tu. The sudden closeness of his face made Huyan Tu's heart clench, and the fear that had been slightly suppressed suddenly intensified. He uncontrollably staggered backward, then tripped over something and fell to the ground with a thud.

"laugh……"

"Coward."

Song Yan pursed his lips, his eyes filled with disdain: "400,000 troops? Previously, the four armies of Sochoro, Abal, Alibu, and Agsang, totaling 300,000, were slaughtered by me. Even if there are 400,000, what do I have to fear?"

"It's nothing more than killing him."

"This time, I killed his youngest son and captured his eldest and third sons alive. Next time, it will be the second prince and him... There is an old saying in the Central Plains: a family should be together."

“I am a kind-hearted man, and I will not stand by and watch Socholo be torn apart from his flesh and blood.”

"If he dares to fight, then let's fight!"

Some officials in the court who had previously spoken up for Song Yan, or even remained neutral, shuddered and felt completely at ease. For so many years, when had Ningguo ever been so assertive in the face of the Xiongnu?
As expected of the Marquis of Champion, his words are truly inspiring... But, does a family have to be all together? Who said that? I've never heard of it before.
Looking at the officials kneeling on the ground, their eyes were filled with undisguised contempt. Look at how the Marquis treated the Xiongnu. He humiliated Suochuoluo to his face, and Huyan Tu dared not say a word. And look at you people, you wish you could offer the princess up with both hands and kill the good general who defeated the Xiongnu, just to please the Xiongnu wolves.

Bah, a bunch of spineless cowards.

Huyan Tu was horrified, his lips trembling, unable to speak. He stared into Song Yan's eyes and could see that when Song Yan said those words, his eyes were not filled with guilt, but with excitement. He seemed eager to fight the Xiongnu... Madman, this guy is a madman.

Just then, Song Yan clapped his hands, and two silver-armored guards immediately came up from outside the Golden Hall, dragging two bodies that looked like dead dogs. They casually threw the two men on the ground and left for the time being.

Looking at the two men again, one was obese and the other thin, but both were dressed in tattered clothes, covered in dark brown bloodstains and filth, utterly filthy. Upon closer inspection, the marks of knife cuts could be clearly seen on some of the exposed skin, especially in the groin area, where the blood was almost clotted.

"Your Highness the First Prince... Your Highness the Third Prince..."

A commotion arose within the Xiongnu delegation.

Now everyone knew the identities of the two men, and the crowd erupted in chaos. No one had expected that Song Yan would actually capture these two men, who were princes of the Xiongnu.

It's clear that these two have been tortured a lot since falling into Song Yan's hands, but why is there so much blood on their pants?

Could it be that Song Yan found ten or eight strong men to properly entertain this prince?
Some corrupt officials conjured up disgusting images in their minds, then shook their heads vigorously; the scenes were truly horrifying.

The surrounding noise startled the two tormented princes awake. They instinctively looked up and saw Song Yan's face. The next moment, they both screamed almost simultaneously, curling up and trembling uncontrollably. In this state, where was the demeanor of those who had ordered the massacre of the city?
Only then did Song Yan look up at Emperor Ninghe: "Your Majesty, the Xiongnu army invaded the territory of Ningguo. I led the army to defend against the enemy, annihilated the tribes of the First Prince and the Third Prince, and captured the First Prince Abalu and the Third Prince Agsang alive as a gift to present to Your Majesty."

Emperor Ninghe's smile grew even wider. The surprise Song Yan brought him was truly beyond his imagination. He had thought that Song Yan's annihilation of a large number of Xiongnu was already a great achievement, but he never expected that he would also capture two princes alive.

it is good.

Great.

"I like this gift very much." To maintain his dignity as emperor, Emperor Ninghe refrained from excitedly dancing around. "I wonder what Yan'er thinks should be done with these two? Should they be torn to pieces or beheaded and their bodies displayed in the marketplace?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "Heaven cherishes life, and I, being the most benevolent, cannot bear to kill."

whispering sound!
Strange sounds could be faintly heard coming from all around.

Even the silver-armored guards blushed slightly... General, is it really appropriate for you to say that? Where is your face?
"I've heard that the Xiongnu are skilled in the Hu dance. We could forge a cage of black iron and imprison their eldest son, Abal, and third son, Agsang, inside. Place the cage outside the eastern city wall, and have the two chieftains dance day and night to entertain the people and atone for their sins, thus serving as a warning to the other Hu tribes. What do you think?"

hiss.

These words shocked everyone in the room, and gasps of astonishment filled the air.

Even Emperor Ninghe's expression changed.

Did they make two Xiongnu princes dance at the Eastern Mausoleum?

That's...too ruthless.

Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but this was like trampling the faces of two Xiongnu princes in the mud... It was not just the two princes, but a great humiliation for the entire Xiongnu people.

Under heaven, perhaps only the Marquis of Champions could come up with such a wicked trick.

But what's with this inexplicable feeling of comfort?
Looking at the Xiongnu delegation, each of them had a red face and thick neck, and their throats were making panting sounds. They looked as if they wanted to rush up and cut Song Yan into a thousand pieces, but not one of them dared to take a step.

This is the deterrent power of the Jingguan Madman.

"By the way, your name is Huyan Tu, right?" Song Yan looked at Huyan Tu, who had just stood up from the ground, and asked.

Huyan Tu gritted his teeth so hard they were almost ground to powder: "Yes."

"Hmm, very good. In that case, go back and tell Suochuoluo that the Xiongnu invaded Pingyang, massacred six cities, and killed hundreds of thousands of people. I will record this for him. If he wants to resolve the enmity, the Xiongnu must compensate Ningguo with three million taels of silver. Also, I led troops to annihilate 150,000 Xiongnu, and the Xiongnu must also pay for their provisions. Let's calculate that as well. In addition, I am about to take a concubine. As a friendly neighbor, Suochuoluo should at least have a dowry. Let's calculate that as well. So that makes nine million. Let's round it up to ten million taels of silver."

"Give him two months to deliver it to me."

"If you break the agreement, I will lead my troops to raze Dragon City to the ground."

“If the Xiongnu slaughtered six of my cities, I will kill all sixty Xiongnu tribes.”

"The Xiongnu killed hundreds of thousands of my people, so I will let the Xiongnu..."

"The whole race will be destroyed!"

(End of this chapter)