TNIBFT -Chapter 338 The End – Insubordination

The sound was deafening, soaring into the sky, reverberating across the vast, empty snowfield like a mountain of cheers.

The two groups of Dazhou soldiers, who had previously refused to yield to each other, now knelt on the ground.

No longer were there separate camps—at this moment, they had only one king!

Behind him, the soldiers in black armor dismounted completely, kneeling devoutly. Ye Tian glanced back. In the seemingly endless ranks, only he and Qin Fengyi remained on horseback.

Beside him, Qin Fengyi’s expression was calm.

She seemed enveloped in a golden aura of dragon energy—majestic, sovereign!

The words “Supreme Ruler” instantly flashed through Ye Tian’s mind.

B-but Qin Fengyi is my wife, the mother of our three children… how…

Ye Tian was dumbfounded.

He looked at Qin Fengyi, the smile that had been on his lips gradually frozen. His hands tightened on the reins, and his emotions grew even more tangled.

How could he explain this to the children?

Zhu Yingxue stared at Qin Fengyi, her face full of terror, disbelief written in every line: “You… you…”

Hadn’t her father’s letter said Qin Fengyi was imprisoned in the Palace of Diligent Administration?

What was going on?

No one could travel a thousand miles in a day—so there was only one possibility: there were two Qin Fengyis.

Zhu Yingxue stumbled backward in panic. She didn’t know what to do: “Y-your… you’re not the emperor… the real empress is in the Dazhou Imperial City. Don’t let Shangguan Ning deceive you!”

“Stand up!”

“Stand up! All of you, get up! Kill her! Whoever kills her, I will make king over the opposite sex!”

Zhu Yingxue screamed like a madwoman. The soldiers on the ground lay in the snow, motionless.

Ye Tian frowned, taking in the scene before him, then calmly turned to his wife.

Qin Fengyi’s face was expressionless, as if she hadn’t heard a word.

“Whoosh!” A sharp, piercing sound rang out.

Qin Fengyi casually threw the silver spear in her hand toward Zhu Yingxue.

“Vrrrr…”

The long spear sank into the snow, trembling slightly, emitting a low hum. Everyone looked up, terrified, at the silver spear planted in the snow. The Dazhou soldiers prostrated themselves completely, shaking with fear.

The War God of Dazhou.

Who did not recognize this silver spear?

Seeing that the situation was turning against her, Zhu Yingxue pulled Shen Jie back, retreating step by step: “N-no, it’s not like this, you’re fake!”

“Shangguan Ning, you will die a terrible death!”

At this moment, Zhu Yingxue’s hands were icy, her palms as if washed in water. Shen Jie turned to look at her terrified expression; his heart sank to the bottom of a valley. This woman was 100% the Empress of Dazhou. As for the Left Chancellor, the court was full of schemes—victors become kings, the defeated become outlaws. He feared Zhu Yingxue’s father could barely protect himself.

With her here, the Dazhou soldiers didn’t dare breathe, let alone rebel.

Even if the Left Chancellor himself appeared, he would likely be no match for this empress.

Shen Jie slowly released Zhu Yingxue’s hand.

“Lord Shen, there’s no need to be afraid. Even if she really is His Majesty, she would never kill me. My father is worthy of the ancestral temple!”

“Our Zhu family has served Dazhou faithfully and meritoriously…”

Before Zhu Yingxue could finish speaking, she realized Shen Jie had completely withdrawn his hand. Her face registered surprise, then disappointment as she looked at him: “Lord Shen… you…”

“You’re scared, aren’t you?”

“Don’t be afraid. With me here, nothing will happen to you!” Zhu Yingxue smiled, trying to reassure him, stepping forward and reaching for Shen Jie’s hand.

Shen Jie mercilessly dodged.

Ignoring Zhu Yingxue’s desperate pleas, Shen Jie walked toward Qin Fengyi with a blank expression.

“Lord Shen…”

“Lord Shen!”

Zhu Yingxue stumbled along behind him, terrified that the most important person in her life would slip away.

“Shen Jie?”

Shen Jie was dressed in fine robes and a jade crown atop his head. He looked dignified and noble—this bastard had really pulled it off during this time!

Ye Tian sneered.

Hearing Ye Tian’s exclamation, Qin Fengyi turned to him. “Do you know this man?”

Ye Tian nodded. “He nearly burned me alive back then!”

“Be careful… this bastard is a child of destiny, you—”

Ye Tian had wanted to warn her not to be charmed like the other women, not to let the halo of the protagonist blind her judgment.

Qin Fengyi’s expression suddenly darkened.

Daring to try to burn Ye Tian alive? Then he deserved death.

“Your Majesty, I am Shen Jie, a commoner of Daliang. I pay my respects!” Shen Jie said, lifting his long robe and kneeling before Qin Fengyi. His posture was straight, neither humble nor arrogant, his bowing smooth and elegant, truly pleasing to the eye.

Qin Fengyi’s face was cold as frost.

Shen Jie continued, “I was unaware of Zhu Yingxue’s identity and cannot involve myself in Dazhou’s affairs. I have long heard of the Dazhou War Emperor, whose presence commands mountains and rivers, the reincarnation of a war god. Today, seeing Your Majesty in person, I am utterly awed. In the eyes of the world, all are but ants and dust before Your Majesty. Upon returning home, I shall pray for Your Majesty every day.”

Shen Jie bowed respectfully.

Zhu Yingxue watched him prostrate himself completely, tears streaming down her face, her heart sinking into despair.

For her sake, Shen Jie had killed the pregnant Princess Leyang. Now, to save his own life, he was cutting ties with her—it was only to be expected.

Well, as long as he survived, it was better than both of them dying together.

“Ha ha ha…”

Zhu Yingxue laughed maniacally, pointing at Qin Fengyi. “The Dazhou Empress?”

“Do you really think that with your meager forces you can return to the capital? Qin Fengyi, what kind of war god are you? If not for your leniency back then, Daliang would have long fallen!”

“It’s all because of you—bearing a child out of wedlock, unconscious for five years, never governing the court. My father worked tirelessly for Dazhou for five years, and now you want to kill him. Without my father, how would Dazhou be what it is today?”

“You are the ungrateful one!”

Qin Fengyi lowered her head.

Seeing his wife remain silent, Ye Tian shouted angrily, “Nonsense!”

“Rebellion is one thing, but your Zhu family—shameless to the core—how do you inherit this?”

“You were made a minister, not allowed to usurp the throne. If you didn’t want it, you could have stepped down. I can name countless people who would kill to be prime minister. No one forced your father. You got to be steward for two years, and now you act as if everything belongs to you, yet play moral blackmail? How dare you claim ancestral rites—you don’t deserve it. Even the ancestral temple shouldn’t waste incense on the likes of you.”

Zhu Yingxue’s face turned deathly pale, her chest burning with fury.

Qin Fengyi’s gaze turned icy as she looked at Zhu Yingxue.

The next second—

“Bang!”

With a muffled thud, Qin Fengyi drew her fire spear from her waist and thrust it into Zhu Yingxue’s chest.

Zhu Yingxue collapsed instantly.

Everyone’s faces were filled with shock. Qin Fengyi moved with elegant composure, wiped her spear, and parted her red lips: “Insurrection—die!”

“Who else dares defy me?”

Her voice was clear and chilling, carrying the authority of thunder to all Dazhou ears.

“Long live Her Majesty! Long live! Long, long live!”

Everyone prostrated themselves, shouting in unison. Shangguan Ning stood beside Qin Fengyi and said coldly, “Left Chancellor Zhu Minshan, you have neglected your duties these years, colluded with Daliang, and now, with wolfish ambition, have imprisoned Her Majesty, secretly raised troops and purchased horses, intending rebellion!”