230: Chapter 230 What's Left?

Yong Province.

In recent days, the people of the province were very depressed because their Prince Bai had suddenly become "in good health."

Early in the morning, Prince Bai went to the military camp to inspect the troops, urging the army not to slack off even in the winter.

Upon returning to the manor, Liao Meier hurriedly came up to help the man remove his armor and served him hot tea.

"My Prince, when you wear armor, you are truly handsome and dashing; it makes me swoon," Liao Meier said with a smile.

"Haha, you certainly have a sweet tongue!"

Prince Bai took a sip of tea and said teasingly, "Thanks to my Fourth Brother, who put me in such a good mood, this illness of mine has naturally recovered completely!"

"Prince Yan overestimated his capabilities. Everything was calculated by you, My Prince. Now that he has fallen into the hands of General Yelu Chuku, he has only himself to blame!"

Liao Meier giggled, "Now that Prince Yan has lost the support of the Zhao family, and the Khitan and the Marquis of Ruyang have divided the Three Prefectures of Yan, he poses no further threat to you, My Prince. You only need to focus on dealing with Prince Qing."

"Hmph, what do you know?"

Prince Bai sneered, "Since that Marquis of Ruyang is a fence-sitter, if he can lean toward me, he can also lean toward others. I must be on guard."

"If his seventy-thousand-strong army remains indecisive, how can I focus on dealing with Prince Qing with peace of mind?"

Liao Meier was taken aback, "Does My Prince intend to take over the Three Prefectures of Yan?"

"Currently, Feng Yuzhang in E Prefecture has just welcomed General Zhao Yunting's twenty-thousand-strong army into Hanyang."

"It is highly likely that E Prefecture will be controlled by the Zhenbei Army. Does My Prince intend to deal with the Zhenbei Army and the Cold Iron Guard first?"

Prince Bai dismissed this, "That brat Lin Xiao has gone to the Yan Region; the Zhenbei Army in Sha Prefecture is not worth worrying about."

"Furthermore, the Zhao family has many descendants, and General Zhao Yunting cherishes his reputation. As long as I do not provoke him, he will never initiate an attack."

"Feng Yuzhang of E Prefecture may have the arrogance of a scholar, but he is actually a spineless coward who will never achieve anything great."

"I have stationed one hundred thousand troops in Sha Prefecture with ample provisions; why would I take them seriously?"

Liao Meier looked puzzled, "Then how does My Prince intend to handle the Marquis of Ruyang's seventy-thousand-strong army?"

Prince Bai chuckled, "Isn't there Lin Xiao?"

"Lin Xiao?"

Liao Meier asked strangely, "How would he help you, My Prince..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the woman suddenly realized!

"Does My Prince intend to use Lin Xiao to kill the Marquis of Ruyang, causing the Zhenbei Army and the Yan Kings Army to suffer mutual destruction!?"

At this thought, a chill ran down Liao Meier's back. This poisonous scheme was too ruthless!

One must know that most of the soldiers Lin Xiao is currently leading were once part of the White Kings Army!

"Hmph..."

Prince Bai muttered to himself, "Who will actually die... is not yet certain..."

Liao Meier's body trembled, and her pupils constricted.

What did he mean? Could Prince Bai have another sinister scheme?

Being with a ruler is like being with a tiger, but being with the Prince is not easy either...

Liao Meier even felt a bit of regret; if she had known this, she would have rather wandered the world with that poor man back then.

It was all her own fault for coveting wealth and glory...

Qizhou.

The Yan Prince's Manor.

Inside the carved and painted banquet hall.

In the past, this was a place where Prince Yan would drink and enjoy himself.

But now, those sitting in the hall were a group of burly Khitan generals.

On the white tiger-skin throne, a man with bronze-colored skin and hair styled into over a dozen braids sat like a small hill.

Others drank from wine cups, but the man's hands were too large, so he simply used a wine jar, gulping it down in large mouthfuls without looking out of place.

"General Yelu! Prince Yan is dressed and ready; he can be brought up now!"

A fat-eared eunuch walked out, smiling obsequiously.

Ever since General Yelu Chuku led his army to capture Qizhou, most of the eunuchs and maids in the manor had switched to serving these Khitan masters.

They were fortunate that they were not the masters of the manor.

Those few concubines and beauties had all been ravaged beyond recognition and were eventually killed by the Khitan people.

As for these eunuchs, the Khitan people sneered at them, finding them not even worth killing.

"Haha... bring him up quickly!!"

General Yelu Chuku licked his lips with his long tongue.

Before long, a "beauty" wearing a red silk dance dress was escorted into the banquet hall.

With heavy makeup on his face and his beard shaved clean, it was none other than Prince Yan!

"Let go! Let go of me!!"

"A bunch of dog slaves! Do you want to be executed to the ninth degree!?"

Prince Yan struggled continuously, but the eunuchs, who had been beaten by him many times in the past, showed him no mercy at this moment.

In fact, seeing the once high-and-mighty Prince Yan being so humiliated by the Khitan people, they even felt extremely satisfied!

Prince Yan raised his head and suddenly saw several bloody heads placed on the wine table in front of General Yelu Chuku.

"Ah!! My beloved concubine!! Yu'er..."

Prince Yan screamed in terror. Those women were his own concubines and daughter!?

For a moment, Prince Yan's emotions collapsed, and he burst into tears.

"General Yelu Chuku! You... you will have a terrible death!!"

General Yelu Chuku picked up a peanut and flicked his finger.

"Swish!"

One of Prince Yan's eyes was directly struck, bursting with blood!!

"Ah!!—"

Prince Yan wailed on the ground in pain.

"Are you still cursing?" General Yelu Chuku asked indifferently.

Prince Yan shook his head repeatedly, sobbing and begging for mercy: "Don't kill me... don't kill me... I will give you whatever you want..."

"Your Highness Prince Yan, your manor, your women, your servants, your treasury... are all mine."

General Yelu Chuku spread his hands, "What else do you have that you can give me?"

"I... I..."

Prince Yan was dazed. Yes, what was left for him?

"How about..."

General Yelu Chuku smiled strangely, "Take off your pants, and let this General take a look."

Suddenly, the group of Khitan generals at the scene burst into unrestrained laughter.

Prince Yan was so terrified that his face turned deathly pale. He finally understood that making him wear this dress was not just simple humiliation...

He didn't care that one of his eyes was blinded; he scrambled to escape in terror!

But General Yelu Chuku did not let him go and immediately ordered his men to hold him down.

Several burly Khitan men surrounded him.

Before long, pig-like wails echoed through the hall...

General Yelu Chuku didn't watch for long before getting up and walking to the backyard of the manor.

"Come out; you have been watching for a long time."

In the blink of an eye, two handsome men, one in black and one in white, leaped down from the roof.

The two looked exactly the same, with polite smiles, just like well-bred scholars from a scholarly family.

"Wubing."

"Wuzai."

"Greetings, General Yelu!"

General Yelu Chuku narrowed his eyes, "The 'Twin Pavilion Masters' of the Eleventh Floor of Yanyu Pavilion? What is this, business has reached us Khitans?"

"Has Lou Suifeng come? Is he perhaps positioned somewhere, aiming his Dark Iron Bow at this General's head?"

General Yelu Chuku did not show the slightest panic; instead, he looked expectant.