bestfiction Chapter 1242 The Posture of the Conqueror
Chapter 1242 The Posture of the Conqueror
The mysterious figure slowly walked to the center of the main hall.
Then, under everyone's gaze, she slowly raised her hand and removed the black cloak from her head.
That moment.
The entire bedchamber seemed to lose all its luster at that moment.
At that moment, everyone's breath froze completely.
What an exquisitely beautiful, noble, and breathtakingly beautiful face it was!
Her skin was even more delicate and smooth than the finest white jade.
Her features were even more exquisite and captivating than the most perfect goddess sculpture in ancient Greek mythology.
Her beautiful phoenix eyes were like two dazzling black stars that could see through everything in the world.
It was filled with an innate, supreme divine power that made people dare not look directly at it and could only bow down in worship!
The dress she wore was entirely black, yet embroidered with countless strands of real gold thread, depicting a magnificent phoenix poised to take flight and soar into the heavens.
It further highlights her aura as an empress, ruling the world and possessing the majesty of the four seas!
This is the Empress of the Great Qian Empire!
Murong Yan!
She is coming.
She descended upon this most central power center of Japan with the air of a conqueror!
The phoenix descending to earth dress she wore, her only nightgown, seemed like an endless night announcing divine punishment within this fortified Japanese city filled with bloodshed, intrigue, and desire!
The ultra-black Suzhou brocade fabric perfectly outlined her exquisite curves, which appeared even more voluptuous and alluring due to her pregnancy.
The colossal phoenix embroidered with real gold thread had icy eyes and a murderous aura, as if it were coldly scrutinizing the tiny land beneath its feet, which was about to be completely conquered by it and its master!
The five-zhang-long, dark gold Suzhou brocade train spread out freely from her feet, like a huge black carpet woven from death and power.
That luxurious disarray was filled with an absolute desire for conquest that left no room for argument or resistance!
"See Your Majesty!"
Lin Zhen was the first to step down from the main seat, kneel on one knee before Murong Yan, and perform the most standard and affectionate knightly salute.
"Your subject has successfully fulfilled your mission!"
"We have captured this city for His Majesty!"
Lin Zhen's magnetic voice, tinged with a hint of self-satisfaction, slowly echoed in the quiet bedroom.
Looking at the man kneeling before her, his deep eyes filled with starlight and love, Murong Yan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense due to worry and tension, finally settled down completely.
She quickly stepped forward and personally helped him up from the ground, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with tenderness and pride.
"My husband, you've worked hard."
Her voice was soft and gentle, like a feather, lightly scratching at Lin Zhen's heart.
"For you, for our child, nothing is too hard." Lin Zhen held her slightly cool little hand, placed it to his lips, and gently kissed it.
This sudden act of intimacy made Murong Yan's pretty face flush red instantly.
She glanced around instinctively and noticed that Yue Fei and Elizabeth were both looking down, pretending to study the patterns on the floor.
The three newly surrendered Japanese "high-ranking officials" buried their heads lower than quails, wishing they could dig a hole in the ground and bury themselves in it on the spot.
As for that old charlatan, he somehow pulled out a bottle of wine from the corner and was drinking it while watching the two of them with a playful look that said, "I'm watching a good show."
"You're so unserious." Murong Yan glared at Lin Zhen with a mixture of shyness and reproach, then gently withdrew her hand.
Although she said that, she couldn't hide the sweetness in her heart.
She slowly walked to the golden ivory throne that symbolized the highest power in Japan, and then sat down without any hesitation.
She gracefully crossed one leg over the other, her cold phoenix eyes slowly sweeping over the Japanese surrendered officials who were still kneeling on the ground.
An unparalleled majesty, a hundred times stronger and more suffocating than that of Oda Nobunaga, burst forth from her petite body in an instant!
Mitsuhide Akechi, Kazumasu Takigawa, and Nagahide Niwa, three figures who were considered powerful figures in Japan, felt their souls tremble before this terrifying aura, which was as heavy as Mount Tai.
They couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.
They could only press their foreheads firmly against the cold floor like three of the most lowly insects to show their utmost submission.
terrible!
This female emperor from the Celestial Empire is truly terrifying!
They used to think that their lord, Oda Nobunaga, with his aura as the so-called "Sixth Heaven Demon King," was already the most terrifying being in the world.
But now, compared to the stunningly beautiful empress before them, who, without firing a single shot, effortlessly manipulated their entire Japanese nation with a few words, they were utterly incomparable.
Oda Nobunaga's so-called domineering spirit was like children playing house, ridiculously childish!
They are now truly and completely convinced.
"Everyone, get up."
After a long while, Murong Yan finally spoke slowly, her voice cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The three of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon and timidly got up from the ground, but they still kept their heads down and their bodies hunched over, not daring to even breathe loudly.
“Akechi Mitsuhide.” Murong Yan’s gaze fell on the middle-aged man who looked the most shrewd and capable.
"Your subject is here!" Akechi Mitsuhide's heart tightened, and he quickly knelt down again.
"I've heard that you were Oda Nobunaga's most trusted strategist during his lifetime." Murong Yan's voice was unreadable. "With his defeat and death this time, Azuchi Castle is leaderless. Who do you think should sit on the throne of Japan next?"
This question was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Mitsuhide Akechi's heart.
He knew that this was his new master's first and most important test of him.
If he answers well, he will rise to the top and become a new nobleman in Japan, second only to the emperor.
If he doesn't answer well, he and his entire family will be doomed!
His brain began to work at an unprecedented speed and frantic pace at that moment.
How to answer?
Should we urge this female emperor of the Celestial Empire to directly rule Japan?
No!
This is so obvious, and so stupid!
Her Majesty the Empress has a mind deeper than the ocean.
She could never possibly like an incompetent person who only knows how to flatter.
Moreover, if she really wanted to be the emperor of Japan, why would she bother asking me?