Chapter 1414

Suddenly, the East Factory Eunuch cleared his throat softly, "Well said. I see this rebel army has the bearing of a sovereign—why don't we all surrender?"

Even eunuchs loyal to the imperial throne wanted to surrender.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard naturally had no objections.

"The Eunuch speaks truly. I see the Emperor has turned against the Dao, unfit to rule—our surrender to the rebel army is merely obeying Heaven's will."

The Wu Lin folk were utterly speechless.

Surrender, and yet you find a lofty excuse? They sneered inwardly: "Officials are always hypocritical."

Of course, this was no time to undermine each other—they were all on the same side. Only a few let out faint snorts of contempt.

"You are all subjects of the Great Ming, generations blessed with imperial grace!" The civil official came to his senses, voice trembling—he never imagined his own men would surrender before a single blow was struck.

And they were offering him as a token of allegiance.

This was simply unbearable.

If he could, he too would surrender!

"Hmph, my lord, you are utterly obstinate."

"No—I mean, I want to surrender too!" The civil official realized his mistake and hastily corrected himself.

The East Factory Eunuch chuckled softly: "Ha ha… even civil officials aren't as tough as they claim. Surrender? That depends on whether the rebel lord agrees. Let's go!"

Thus, the group seized the civil official and strolled out of the forest.

"Who are you?"

They had not gone far when a sharp cry rang out.

The next instant, a soldier appeared before them like a phantom.

"We pay homage to the Rebel Lord! We have heard of your heavenly might and come to join you."

"You are Embroidered Uniform Guard? Eunuchs?"

The rebel lord's gaze was piercing. "Follow me."

The group was stunned—why was surrendering so easy? Were they being tricked? Fear crept into their hearts.

"You people are too good at switching sides," the rebel lord remarked. "Before you, even the Embroidered Uniform Guard surrendered en masse. Honestly, couldn't you have fought just once? Give us some merit to report?"

The group twitched their lips.

Fight?

Give us merit?

You really want our heads as your promotion.

Cold sweat broke out on them—they were lucky they acted quickly, or their heads would have become someone else's trophy.

…

Two months passed in a flash.

Even as northern landlords resisted fiercely, the speed of the rebel army's conquest spread ever faster.

Lian Nishang's original force numbered only a few hundred; after nearly half a year of expansion, she now commanded a million.

Strengthened by the Tai Xuan Divine Spell, these people were no match for the imperial court or the landlord class.

The Tai Xuan Divine Spell spread widely, yet never reached the imperial court.

The reason was simple—those who witnessed the Tai Xuan Divine Spell became devout followers of the Tai Xuan Sect.

(aidj)

Although Zhang Taixuan, the sect's master, had never preached its doctrine.

Yet the followers were fanatical.

Religion is exclusive.

When religion became a force, and the imperial court stood in opposition,

the faithful naturally kept the sect's incantations secret.

Thus, until the rebel army reached the capital, Zhu Yijun still only knew the rebels were fierce, suspected of divine arts.

"Zhu Yijun, surrender. My sovereign has decreed: I shall spare your life!"

In the palace, Zhu Yijun stared blankly.

He looked at the fierce soldier shouting at him, then watched a graceful woman walk forward, and sighed softly.

Did he have any choice?

He never imagined his Great Ming realm would vanish in mere months.

In truth, it was not just the Great Ming—Liaodong, the Mongols, and other regions had already been purged by Lian Nishang's troops.

Now, in Liaodong, the Mongols, and elsewhere, only common herdsmen remained—no nobility or elite class survived.

One could say these lands could never rise again.

"You are their emperor?" Zhu Yijun stared at Lian Nishang, disbelieving.

Lian Nishang nodded lightly: "Correct. As a descendant of the Zhu family, your merits and crimes need not be judged by me—let your ancestors judge you."

Zhu Yijun froze in alarm, fearing she meant to kill him.

But instead, she waved her hand lightly—and a portal appeared in the void.

"What is this?" Zhu Yijun asked, confused.

Lian Nishang: "It is a portal of passage—to another world's Great Ming. Go. From now on, this world is mine to command."

Zhu Yijun's expression went slack—he nearly thought his ears had deceived him.

Yet he dared not ask.

After all, Lian Nishang was too cold.

That icy demeanor made it entirely possible she would draw her sword and kill him the next moment.

Zhu Yijun, with a nervous heart, stepped through the Gate of Transmigration.

The next moment, he felt a flash of light before his eyes and found himself already inside a magnificent palace hall.

On the dragon throne of the great hall sat a young man in a dragon robe, radiating an imposing aura without needing to show anger.

Several others in the hall, also wearing dragon robes, looked over at him with curiosity.

"So you are Zhu Yijun?" the young man on the dragon throne spoke.

Zhu Yijun cupped his hands in greeting: "Greetings, Your Majesty. May I ask who Your Majesty is?"

He was extremely curious in his heart.

Several people in the same hall all wore dragon robes — that was far too strange, how had they not come to blows!

Surely one country couldn't have several Emperors, could it?

"I am Zhu Yuanzhang, the Founding Emperor of Great Ming. You unfilial descendant, actually neglecting governance for decades. Men, beat him!"

Zhu Yuanzhang?

Zhu Yijun was startled.

No way!

That rebel Emperor had actually sent him here.

He had originally thought she was kind-hearted, but unexpectedly she was hiding treachery in her heart.

Wasn't this just sending him to his death?

As a descendant of the Zhu clan, how could he not know what temper his old ancestor had!