Chapter 99 Unraveling the Web of Enemy Conspiracy, the Heroine Brings Final Peace to the Border

Page (1/3) Chapter 99: Shattering the Web of Enemy Schemes, the Heroine Finally Secures the Border

A guard hurriedly arrived with news, confirming Lin Shiya’s suspicions: the inconspicuous small nation called Wulan, though outwardly subservient to the Great Yan, was secretly colluding with the Turks—the sworn enemies of Northern Yan—with the intent to launch a coordinated attack and annex the border cities of Great Yan.

The Wulan army had recently been making frequent troop movements, and supplies and provisions were being sent to the frontier in a steady stream. All signs pointed to the imminence of a great war.

Lin Shiya’s gaze was as unwavering as iron. She knew that she must stop this conspiracy at once.

At the border, the wind howled, carrying sand and grit, its fierce whistling like a harbinger of the blood and carnage to come.

Within the grand audience hall of the capital, Minister He leapt forward once more, straining his voice as he advocated for peace.

“If war breaks out, countless innocents will suffer, the people will be displaced, and the court’s taxes will soar! The Turks are strong and their horses swift—what chance do our troops truly have? Is it not better to send envoys, offer gold and treasure, and buy peace along the frontier?” His anguish made it seem as though the fate of Great Yan rested on his shoulders alone.

The hawkish officials were incensed, General Yang slamming the table as he rose. “Minister He, how can you say such a thing! The Turks are wolves at our door, insatiably greedy! Negotiation will only embolden them further, making them even more brazen in their ambitions! Only by rising to resist can we defend our homeland!”

In the court, the two factions clashed with faces flushed, voices raised, spittle flying—the tension so thick it seemed blades might be drawn at any moment.

Lin Shiya stood outside the hall, taking in the scene in its entirety.

She did not enter immediately, but instead turned away toward the imperial study…

Clutching the secret letter that proved Wulan’s collusion with the Turks, she gently knocked on the door of the imperial study.

Within, the candlelight flickered over Murong Fu’s deep-set eyes.

He took the letter Lin Shiya handed him. The ink on the paper had barely dried, and the scent of conspiracy rose from it.

He read it carefully, his brows drawing tighter and tighter, until at last he let out a cold laugh. “Well played, Wulan. Well played, Turks.”

Lin Shiya waited in silence.

The following morning, she broke her usual silence at court, walking straight to the center of the hall and raising the secret letter high above her head.

“Honorable ministers, here lies irrefutable proof of Wulan’s collusion with the Turks!” Her clear voice rang through the hall like a thunderclap.

Minister He hastened to protest, “This—this must be forged!” His voice trembled, sweat beading on his brow.

Lin Shiya gave a cold smile, handing the letter to a nearby eunuch to pass around for all to see.

“Forged? Perhaps you should examine the seal, Minister He—is it not Wulan’s unique totem? And the cipher—is it not the code the Turks always use?”

The ministers passed it from hand to hand, murmurs swelling, while Minister He’s face turned deathly pale and his knees grew weak—he could say no more.

“Minister He, you claim to act for the people, yet willingly play the puppet for our enemies? You claim to serve Great Yan, yet would hand our border to their mercy?” Each word from Lin Shiya cut to the bone, piercing the facade Minister He wore.

The hawkish officials echoed her, condemning Minister He for treachery, and even the wavering ministers now rallied to the war party.

General Yang threw back his head and laughed. “Well said! Such traitors deserve nothing less than the harshest punishment!”

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News of the events reached the border. Realizing their plot had been exposed, the enemy khan tore away all pretense, joining forces with the Wulan army to launch a full-scale assault on Great Yan’s frontier.

On the battlefield, smoke and chaos filled the air, the cries of battle deafening. The Wulan troops surged forward in waves, but the soldiers of Great Yan held the city walls with unyielding resolve.

General Yang, spear in hand, fought with unmatched ferocity, cutting down foes by the dozen. Even Deputy Commander Li, despite his usual discord with General Yang, set aside all grievances, swinging his great blade with valor, laying waste to the enemy ranks.

The disparity in numbers made the battle especially brutal—arrows rained down, blades flashed and clashed, flesh and blood flew, and screams filled the air.

Lin Shiya stood atop the city tower, gazing at the carnage below, her eyes unwavering. She knew that the decisive battle for Great Yan’s fate had only just begun.

“Send the order—proceed as planned,” she said to the guard at her side.

The guard departed with the command, and Lin Shiya’s gaze returned to the chaotic field, a subtle, meaningful smile playing at her lips.

Her orders beat through the battlefield like a perfectly timed drum.

Archers, long since concealed in ambush, unleashed a storm of arrows at the critical moment, raining death upon the enemy and felling their ranks in droves.

The enemy formation fell into disarray, their arrogance doused like a bucket of cold water, and their morale began to crumble.

Great Yan’s soldiers seized the moment to counterattack. The clash of weapons was deafening, flesh and blood flying, screams echoing, with the air thick with the scent of blood and burning.

General Yang led from the front, his spear a dragon unleashed, each sweep claiming multiple lives. His hair and beard bristled, his roars resounding, a god of war incarnate.

Deputy Commander Li was not to be outdone, his great blade flashing with cold light, working in perfect tandem with General Yang, leaving the enemy routed and defeated.

The Wulan khan and the Turkic chieftain, realizing the tide had turned, fled in panic, only to find their retreat cut off as Yan’s elite cavalry swept in from both flanks.

Desperate, they charged through the chaos, but were ultimately captured alive by Great Yan’s troops.

As the sun set, the battlefield lay strewn with enemy corpses, the sands stained red with blood. The banner of Great Yan snapped in the wind, heralding the dawn of victory.

Lin Shiya stood high on the city wall, her robes billowing in the icy wind, her deep eyes shining with the light of triumph.

The soldiers erupted in jubilant cheers, their weapons raised high as they called her name. Lin Shiya’s strategy had been proven utterly correct—through her wisdom and courage, she had crushed the enemy’s schemes, secured the border, and won unanimous praise from court and country alike.

Standing atop the wall, gazing at the distant rolling mountains, with the cheers of the soldiers in her ears, Lin Shiya allowed herself a faint, serene smile. Yet within, she felt an unusual calm.

She knew this was only the beginning—she had a greater mission yet to fulfill. She had to drive forward reforms for women’s rights and fundamentally change the rules of this world.

“Lord Lin, His Majesty has been waiting outside the camp for some time,” the captain of the guards announced, and Lin Shiya saw that familiar figure—he stood tall in his black robe, strikingly proud in the evening glow.

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Murong Fu strode forward, his dark robe billowing in the wind like black flames.

His gaze was piercing as he locked onto Lin Shiya atop the city wall, his lips curved in a gentle smile.

Each step he took seemed to carry the weight of a thousand pounds, resounding in the hearts of the soldiers, who could not help but hold their breath.

Lin Shiya saw him too, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up within her.

She hurried down the wall to meet her beloved.

In the golden light of sunset, the two embraced, their warmth and longing passing through their garments, conveying all the yearning and love of their separation.

Murong Fu held her tightly, as if he wished to merge her into himself, to feel the reality of her presence.

Lin Shiya buried her head in his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart, basking in long-lost comfort and warmth.

Around them, the soldiers erupted in thunderous cheers, witnessing the reunion of these lovers after so many trials, their hearts full of emotion and blessing.

The cheers, the shouts, the clash of weapons—all merged into a triumphant anthem of victory, echoing over the entire frontier, dispelling the chill of war and bringing a rare moment of warmth and peace.

The air was thick with the scent of blood, yet mingled with a hint of happiness—the fragrance of love blossoming.

Yet when Lin Shiya returned to the capital, she found that the joy of victory had not dispelled the undercurrents swirling in the court.

The controversy over women’s rights reform was like a ticking time bomb, threatening to explode and shatter the court at any moment.

In the grand hall, the atmosphere was so tense it seemed one could wring water from the air.

The ministers stood in two rows, faces showing every emotion—some glaring with fury, some whispering in private, others closing their eyes in indifference.

Though Minister He had been dismissed, the court was still rife with conservative forces who scoffed at Lin Shiya’s reforms, denouncing them as an affront to tradition, a challenge to the supremacy of men.

Lin Shiya stood at the center of the hall, her gaze sweeping over the assembly. She felt the invisible pressure—the resistance of tradition, the backlash of patriarchy.

She knew this was no mere reform, but a war—a war she must win.

Slowly, she raised her head, her eyes resolute as they fixed on the officials before her. Her lips parted, her voice soft but carrying the force to shake the entire hall.

“Gentlemen…”