Romans & histoires Zhao The Conqueror

Let us talk rather of Gao Qiu. After he went into the service of Prince Duan he lived and dined in the palace and accompanied the prince every day, never taking so much as a step from his side. Before two months had elapsed, Emperor Zhe Zong died without leaving an heir. All the high civil and military officials conferred and made Prince Duan the emperor. He was known as Emperor Hui Zong and bore the title of High Priest of Jade Purity and Taoist Sovereign of Provident Truth.

Dominic asked softly, his gravelly voice devoid of any effort. Before Zhao could retreat, Dominic’s grip tightened, crushing the neck of the star-iron spear until the ancient metal cracked like dry wood. Dominic stepped forward, pulling the broken weapon—and Zhao along with it—into his striking range. He brought his right hand up, delivering a brutal, iron-clad knee directly into Zhao's chest! CRACK-BOOM! The crimson scale armor shattered. Prince Zhao let out a wet gasp of agony as his ribs fractured, his body rocketed backward across the deck like a cannonball, skipping off the steel plates four times before crashing violently into the outer barrier wall.

"I got a call from my uncle. Their Zhao family appears to have lost a piece of land in the city center valued several hundred million dollars." "It's something I've heard of as well. Mr. King appears to have taken their land." The pupils were startled into stillness when they heard Mr. King's name. Mr. King is evil and has the power to call the wind and rain in city A. Offending him is only a fool's game. Is the Zhao family a knucklehead? It's fortunate that they have the audacity to upset Mr. King. They'll seize the land or something if they don't die.

If their bride was taken away in public, how could the Zhao family have a foothold in the capital in the future? "Yes, master!" The cyan-robed old man did not say much. He just answered gently and then walked to the front desk. "Look, look, the First Elder of the Zhao family is about to take action. There's going to be a good show..." "The First Elder, Zhao Cangsheng, is a grade-nine supreme power master and his Rolling Thunder Palm is the best in the world. It seems that this young man is going to be in trouble..." "The Zhao family is really powerful. It's impossible for them to take the bride away from the Zhao family..."

"Please, Miss Zhao. You are entirely free to speak your mind." Sophia Zhao slowly tilts her chin upward, her elegant fingers tightening around the stem of her glass as she prepares to pitch a devastating mutual alliance that will completely crush the Tang family line and drive Chloe Bishop out of the city's commercial market for good. Xavier keeps his icy smile locked onto her beautiful face, his mind silently computing how to turn her immense family leverage into a total execution trap against Donovan Tang's perimeter.

Wang Zhan: "......" He wanted to ask: Do I look like a two hundred and fifty to you? Hou Yi shoots the sun, that's a mythological character! Wang Zhan asked, "Do you sell Chang'e?" The little clerk was a bit embarrassed and returned, "Sir, we don't have Chang'e here, but Hou Yi's stuff is real, Hou Yi was the leader of the Yau Poi clan of the Eastern Barbarians in the Xia Dynasty, and a lot of his funerary objects were dispersed overseas, and this arrowhead was recovered with great difficulty by our boss."

Even the doubters among them recognized the truth: she was Queen. “You claim authority that is not earned,” Elder Yara spat, her voice trembling. “This city will not bow to a child guided by outsiders.” Zalindra’s gaze lifted, blue flames coiling around her like a crown. “I am the sword of this city, the shield of its people, and the flame that will light the path forward. I am not guided by outsiders; I am strengthened by those who stand with me. And you,” she said, fixing each Elder in turn with a stare that burned colder than any fire, “will either accept my rule or step aside. History will not remember hesitation, only courage and strength. You can join us or be swept aside.”

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

“So, why aren’t we heading into the city?” Nia rises to her full height, her hands are on her hips, she gives Kiara an incredulous look. “He is an Emperor, one that has just come back from a victorious campaign, conquering more than three kingdoms. He will not ride into his own city at the dead of night like a thief. He will ride into his city with the rising sun to be welcomed by his people like the ruler he is. And then there’s you. The people have to meet their Conqueror’s wife, after all” Kiara looks down at the ground. Was she to be known as the Conqueror’s wife from now on? She doesn’t say anything but watches Nia prepare the tent she realizes is hers, with the help of soldiers.