You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

Follow the pen of someone whose mental illness has somewhat improved, and embark on an adventure together in "Wandering Among the Heavens as a Tyrant, You Don't Understand My Happiness".

It was evening, in the main hall of the prefectural governor's mansion.

Lu Zuo sat in the main seat, while Yue Qing and others stood below, reporting on the battle results.

"Your Majesty, I hereby report."

"In this battle, our army killed more than 22,000 enemy soldiers, captured as many as 83,000, and seized countless warhorses and weapons."

"The remaining defeated troops are in pursuit, and we believe the chaos in Dongyang will be completely quelled within ten days!"

Lu Zuo nodded and looked at Xie Guyan: "How are the crossbow carts damaged?"

He had already returned to the prefectural governor's mansion before the city fell, but he was delayed because he had to teach people how to use the crossbow.

At that time, all the troops in the city had been mobilized to the city walls, and he had no one to use by his side, so he had to capture Xie Guyan and the able-bodied men she trained for the disaster victims.

"Your Majesty, five crossbow carts were dismantled by skilled soldiers in the Dongyang army. As for that... that box..."

"About 20% consumed."

Such a large consumption?

Lu Zuo clicked his tongue slightly. No wonder everyone says war is a money-devouring beast...

If the fighting continues, the thousand-machine repeating crossbows I painstakingly brought back won't last long.

We need to make more!

Upon hearing about the ballista, Yue Qing and the others, who were curious, spoke up.

"These ballistae are truly formidable weapons on the battlefield. They can not only tear through armor, but even break through the protective aura of a martial artist."

"But when did Your Majesty commission it?"

"And when were the items moved from the city?"

Unable to answer the question, Lu Zuo glared at them and said in a deep voice, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

The group immediately fell silent, but their curiosity only grew stronger...

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, I hereby report."

A soldier ran in, knelt down, and bowed: "A letter from a secret agent in Dongyang."

"Now, Dongyang City has been captured by our army, and all of Shen Xun's henchmen within the city have been slaughtered!"

What?

Yue Qing, Chen Wu, Gu Han, and Xie Guyan, among others, were all startled and turned to look at them.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"When did you send men to attack Dongyang City?"

Lu Zuo smiled and said, "Back in the capital, I had General Ren Zhong draw personnel from the Imperial Guard, the Five City Garrison, and the Four Great Camps to form a new army."

"There aren't many people, only five thousand."

"But it's enough to attack Dongyang City, which has extremely weak military forces."

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening, exchanged glances, and then knelt down in unison.

"Your Majesty is wise and powerful, and your strategic brilliance is truly admirable!"

This wasn't flattery; it was because everyone was completely convinced of his worth!

……

The battle in Nantong involves the interests of various forces and may even determine the future direction of China!

Whether in Nantong City or the surrounding counties, the six great families and the secret agents of the Northern Sui Dynasty had long been lurking there.

The results of the battle were quickly disseminated to all parties as soon as they were announced!

……

Several days later, in Jiankang City, at Lu Wenyuan's residence.

The spies from the six major families reported on the situation in Nantong daily.

However, due to the long distance, it would take them at least five days to get accurate information about the situation in Nantong.

A few days ago, after receiving news that Shen Xun was approaching Nantong within ten miles, the six major families agreed to meet today to discuss important matters.

"Lord Lu."

Yu Hongsheng sat in his chair and said in a deep voice, "Does Lord Lu have someone in mind?"

Lu Wenyuan sat upright in the main seat, nodded and smiled, "What do you all think of Chen Shujian, the Prince of Changsha?"

"OK."

Su Bojian, a representative figure of the Qiantang Su clan, immediately agreed: "I said a few years ago that Chen Shujian's character is more timid and easier to control than Chen Shubao's."

"You should have supported Chen Shujian to ascend the throne back then, but you just wouldn't listen."

"Now look what's happened, we've helped someone up only to create trouble!"

"Hehehe..." Gu Chengye chuckled, "Why must Master Su dwell on old matters?"

"Okay, we misjudged them."

"But this problem is no longer a problem."

Five days later, Nantong City had already fallen into Shen Xun's hands.

"As for the emperor..."

"Heh, I'm afraid Shen Xun has already skinned him alive."

Xie Daoan waved his hand: "That's not necessarily true. After all, the identity of the emperor is still useful to Shen Xun..."

"Father!"

"Something terrible has happened! Something drastic!"

Just then, Lu Wenyuan's third son, Lu Ming, holding a letter, rushed into the hall despite the guards' attempts to stop him.

Lu Wenyuan frowned, about to reprimand his son, but then he remembered that his son would never have barged in so recklessly unless something extremely serious had happened.

"What could have happened in such a panic?"

Lu Ming: "Father, Shen Xun is dead!"

died?

The representatives of the six great families all felt a jolt in their hearts and turned to look at each other.

"How did he die?"

Lu Ming cupped his hands in greeting: "Father, uncles and elders, the emperor has already advanced to the Great Perfection of the Three Realms!"

"At the gates of Nantong, he beheaded Shen Xun with a single stroke!"

"With Shen Xun's death, the 300,000-strong army of Dongyang collapsed and fled in an instant!"

"The overall situation in Nantong... is settled!"

Hiss!

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp of astonishment erupted from the audience…

Everyone in the hall was completely dumbfounded!

……

Another day passed, at the Sui army camp.

Yang Su's face was grim as he looked at the dozen or so assassins in front of him and asked, "Still unable to find Commander Ren Zhong's exact location?"

"Reporting to the Grand Tutor, Ren Zhong is cautious in his military tactics, his movements are elusive, and his lodgings change daily. We..."

"Report!"

Before the assassin could finish speaking, a soldier rushed in and handed a secret letter to Yang Sumian.

Nantong?

Yang Su paused for a moment, pondered for a second, then clapped his hands and burst into laughter: "Hahahaha!"

"good!"

"It must have been Shen Xun who breached Nantong and captured that tyrannical emperor!"

"In this way, Southern Chen will surely be in chaos, and the Southern Xu navy will surely be in chaos. Our army can then take advantage of the situation to march south and pacify Southern Chen in one fell swoop!"

He stood up abruptly, snatched the secret letter, quickly tore open the seal, and looked down at it.

Immediately...

Yang Su's smile froze, and she stood there motionless.

……

Ten days later, atop a certain green peak within the territory of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Under the sunlight, the clouds stretched out in a vast expanse, surging and rolling, sometimes like galloping horses, sometimes like flowing veils, sometimes like waves crashing against rocks...

A woman in white stood with her hands behind her back, gazing at the undulating sea of ​​clouds in the distance, her expression neither sad nor happy.

"Senior sister."

"I do not understand."

Behind the woman in white, an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face asked in a deep voice, "Since you have already determined that the Southern Chen Dynasty will be destroyed within the next five or six years, why does the Yin Gui Sect still submit to this tyrannical ruler?"

"It's not about submission, but about mutual exploitation."

The woman in white spoke softly, then slowly raised her head and handed the old man a letter.

"Take a look at this. Lihua sent it over last night."

The old man opened the book and glanced at it, but after only two glances, his expression changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm!

"How is this possible?"

"Yes," the woman in white sighed softly, "How could that be?"

"How...did he advance to the Great Perfection of the Three Elements?"

"I've been thinking about this all night and still can't figure it out. The more I read the letter, the more unbelievable it seems!"

After saying that, she looked up to the south, smiled, and said, "Heh, now I'm actually a little curious about him..."