Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

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When several of King Zhao's trusted generals were brought into the King Zhao's residence, they were all filled with excitement.

The day has finally come.

If the King of Zhao were to become emperor, they would immediately become founding heroes.

This honor is enough to warrant a separate family genealogy!

Push open the door to the lobby.

At a glance, you can see several scantily clad dancers gracefully performing.

The gauze dress was as thin as a cicada's wing; when illuminated by candlelight, it couldn't cover anything.

Everyone recognized them as the beautiful concubines of the King of Zhao.

Immediately someone burst into laughter:

"Your Highness is far too kind. How could we possibly be worthy of such treatment?"

"We really envy Your Highness's good fortune in having so many women. When Your Highness rules the world, we brothers will definitely gather all the most beautiful women in the land for you."

The generals behind him also joined in the laughter.

He rubbed his hands together and chuckled.

These days, bestowing concubines upon people is a common occurrence.

Your Highness, is this some kind of pre-battle pep talk, a chance for everyone to have a taste of meat?

Just as everyone crossed the threshold.

The door behind him slammed shut.

Everyone turned around abruptly.

But Ma Yaozu sneered repeatedly, and the burly men beside him wore the same expression.

"Your Highness?"

Turning his head, he saw a young man holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

He grinned at the group:

"Generals, watch closely on your journey to the underworld!"

After saying that, he slashed horizontally with his sword.

At the same time, dozens of burly men wielding knives and axes emerged from behind the curtains on both sides of the side hall.

They were both cunning and unprepared, and they were all ruthless bandits from the Dragon Subduing Gang. In their previous lives, they would have been at least on par with Bai Baoshan.

With this kind of ambush, even the Heavenly King himself couldn't escape.

In an instant, the generals were hacked to pieces.

The stench of blood permeated the entire hall.

The dancers were so frightened that they all fainted.

Chen Shao instructed Wu Song to wake up the King of Zhao. Without saying a word, Wu Song picked up a bucket of cold water and poured it over the King's head.

King Zhao awoke with a start, only to find the ground covered in blood and bits of flesh.

It's over! It's all over!

This kid's here to seize military power!

With Wu Wenyong not around, he was completely at a loss.

Just as he was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, he caught a glimpse of Ma Yaozu behind Chen Shao out of the corner of his eye.

The nephew was standing there respectfully.

His eyes were fixed straight ahead, and his back was ramrod straight.

He seemed to be Chen Shao's most loyal subordinate.

???

"Ma Yaozu!"

King Zhao roared instinctively.

"How could I have raised such a traitorous brat!"

Ma Yaozu trembled all over, terrified from the bottom of his heart.

But then he saw Chen Shao staring at him.

His body trembled once more.

He straightened his chest and said angrily:

"Please address my uncle as a prince!"

"What?"

King Zhao put one hand to his forehead and pointed at his unfilial nephew with the other.

Overwhelmed by rage, his vision went black, and he fainted again.

Wu Song poured another bucket of cold water on him.

When King Zhao woke up this time, he no longer made a fuss.

He crawled up to Chen Shao and hugged his legs.

"Your Majesty...I am innocent..."

"Chen Du, oh Chen Du."

Chen Shao squatted down and patted his face.

"Actually, I understand that you want to rebel."

"With the Emperor Emeritus in such a sorry state, it would be strange if he didn't want to rebel."

"But even if you rebelled, what did the people of Huaiyuan Prefecture do to offend you? Why did you kill so many innocent people?"

"Just to lure me out? You could have even tried to manipulate the grain price."

"I am truly heartbroken. You are also a member of the royal family, yet you treat the people of Great Yan in this way."

"Utterly disappointing!"

"You have no objection to giving me military power, do you?"

Since things have come to this, survival is the most important thing, and King Zhao understood this principle well.

He quickly shook his head: "They are His Majesty's soldiers; I am merely acting as their commander..."

"You do have some awareness. I will use your property and land, King Zhao, to compensate those people. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

"No...no..."

"Your wife and children, I'll bring them to the capital for you, you have no objections?"

"No... huh?"

King Zhao suddenly realized that these were truly his lifeblood.

Without military power and without family, what's the point of living?

He kowtowed repeatedly, pleading:

"Your Majesty... anything else is fine, whatever you say is fine, but these are Old Chen's lifeblood."

"His manhood?"

Chen Shao suddenly realized, "Right, we have to take this with us too!"

Wu Song, who was standing nearby, had been waiting for this moment.

This damned prince, for his own selfish desires, went on a killing spree.

They absolutely deserved to die.

He gave King Zhao no further chance to plead for him.

Cut it off with one stroke.

Human-machine separation.

King Zhao screamed again and fainted in agony.

Wu Song looked at his brothers behind him:

"Does anyone need to order this?"

"If there's nothing else, I'll feed it to the dog."

"After all, you are what you eat."

The brothers shook their heads in disgust.

Ma Yaozu seemed to be deep in thought.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have activated the side quest: Reducing the power of regional lords!]

Having completed the first phase of weakening the regional military governors, seizing their military seals and fiefdoms, and diminishing their power, you have been granted one chance to draw a prize. Do you wish to draw?

"smoke."

The scene unfolds as dawn breaks. In a military camp, a group of generals are kneeling and shouting prayers around a middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe.

The middle-aged man was heartbroken:

"You! You've really put me in a terrible situation!"

Zhao Kuangyin and Chen Shao gasped in shock.

The entries on this person's body have a story to tell.

[Releasing Military Power with a Cup of Wine] [Sending Jingniang a Thousand Miles Away] [Emperor Taizu's Long Fist] [Emphasis on Civil Affairs over Military Affairs] [The Ten Brothers of the Righteous Society] [Materialism]...

Putting everything else aside, if I could draw the [Emperor Taizu's Long Fist], I wouldn't have to carry this Green Dragon Crescent Blade around every day.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn the Emperor Card and obtained the entry: Donning the Imperial Robe!]

[Acquiring the Emperor's Throne: Your subordinates are quite adept at this, and when the time is right, you won't need to say a word; someone will do it for you.]

Chen Shao's face darkened.

This term, if applied to someone else, could be a powerful tool for changing dynasties.

No hints are needed.

It's completely useless when applied to oneself.

He was already the emperor, so why was he wearing a yellow robe?

Triathlon?

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Ma Yaozu.

This person has been completely exploited.

Chen Shao felt it was time to send him away.

Ma Yaozu was startled by his gaze and immediately straightened his back.

"Your Majesty! My loyalty to Your Majesty is as clear as day!"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to serve you to the death! If Your Majesty has any orders, please just say the word, and I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"...I want you to die," Chen Shao was about to say.

Suddenly, a leader of the Dragon Subduing Gang stumbled in.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The city is under attack!"

Chen Shao frowned; his first thought was that the army had mutinied.

Having just killed several of King Zhao's trusted generals and taken control of the military command, it's impossible for the soldiers under his command to submit so quickly.

"Has the situation changed?"

"No! It's not a military camp!"

The leader shook his head repeatedly.

"It's...it's the Yellow Turban Army!"

..................

Damn it, there are only a few dozen bookstores.

I asked customer service, and they said everything seems normal.

The data is also much better than similar data from the same period...

This damn mechanism is simply... utterly inhuman!

I've almost reached 200,000 words. Let's do a book test (testing five names in turn, with the system automatically selecting the best one) and see if I can defy fate!

Dear readers, do you have any good names to recommend?