Ling Mulao raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips curved slightly, "The princes and ministers spoke really impassionedly, but I would like to ask, if this imperial power is overthrown, who will be the next emperor?

The listeners just said this, they are all aiming for the throne, but Tianxuan only has one dragon chair, and I don’t know who should sit on it, so all of your efforts are just making wedding dresses for others."

As the words fell, there was a slight silence below. This sentence hit the hearts of the leaders of the major forces, and they couldn't help but ponder it over and over again for a moment.

When Hua Wuxin, who had been standing behind Ling Mulao, heard this, a faint smile appeared on her lips. In the past, she only knew that this woman had sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, but she never imagined that she could be so good at alienating people.

"But it doesn't matter if you all want to unite and give it a try. However, I would like to remind you in advance that one is risking the lives of your family members, the other is making wedding clothes for others, and the third is risking the lives of ten people outside my city.

Ten thousand troops are approaching quickly.

You all still have a chance to think carefully about whether to surrender or not!" Guangxiu flicked, Ling Mulao emphasized the tone of the last sentence, then turned around and sat down on the wooden chair with a cold face.

"One hundred thousand troops, who are you deceiving?" At first, the Minister of War did not believe it.

On this day, Xuan Kingdom had a total of 200,000 soldiers, 80,000 of which were under his control, 50,000 of which were under the personal control of the royal family, and the remaining 70,000 of which were distributed among the princes and generals.

He could barely believe that this woman could mobilize 50,000 troops overnight, but this 100,000 troops... well, even if he cut off his head and used it as a stool, he wouldn't believe it.

The prince, who was sitting on the horse in a gorgeous brocade robe, immediately couldn't help but laugh, "Beauty, do you think this king is scared? Haha ~ one hundred thousand troops."

"A mere concubine actually wants to mobilize the army, do you think we will believe it?" The man on the other side, wearing armor and looking like a general, sneered.

Amidst the uproar of disdain and ridicule, Ling Mulao just leaned his back gently on the back of the chair, and a cold smile slowly formed on the corners of his lips.

Her black hair was flying in the wind, her amber eyes were slightly narrowed, and her half-smiling face had an air of cold arrogance similar to Nangong Yi's.

"Look, behind that is..."

At this moment, someone didn't know who shouted, and tens of thousands of soldiers immediately turned around and looked.

At this subconscious glance, the commotion that had stirred up the dust suddenly stopped, and only low gasps of air could be heard.

From a distance of several miles, one could actually see a swarm of dark troops swarming in. The sound of uniform footsteps shook the ground like an earthquake.

The dust was flying, and the army with no end in sight rolled up the dust. At first glance, it seemed that a tornado was sweeping in ferociously.

Because of the approaching murderous aura, the originally sunny sky became inexplicably dark, and the surrounding air suddenly became suffocating.

Ling Mulao raised his brows and looked at the scene outside the city indifferently. He couldn't help but think of Li He's "The Journey of the Governor of Yanmen". There was a sentence in it that was very suitable for the situation, "Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and the city is about to be destroyed, and the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun."

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Sitting upright slightly, Ling Mulao smiled secretly in his heart, but his face was still calm and cold, "How about it, will you surrender or not?"
Chapter completed!