Chapter 988 Declaring War on the Rakshasa (Russian) Kingdom

Warfare was also for training troops, and rotations were conducted every two years, so the palace guards were all elite soldiers.

Even the garrison in Yuncheng was the same; here, troops could be mobilized when necessary to handle certain matters. Those who weren't elite were neither loyal nor combat-ready.

Lu Ming sat on the throne in the Golden Palace, wearing a golden dragon robe and a crown, with several pearl pendants dangling from his head, obscuring his expression.

Even sitting there, he exuded a robust masculine aura… an aura of quiet authority.

*Gulp!*

The Rakshasa prince arrived and knelt according to etiquette, but only on one knee, like a knight's salute.

"Prince Normanvsky of the Rakshasa pays respects to the Emperor of the Great Qin Empire."

Lu Ming glanced at him, and his next words sent shivers down Normanvsky's spine.

"Break their legs, drive them out of the city, and send troops to escort them away from the border.

Organize an army; I will personally lead the campaign and crush the Rakshasa Kingdom!"

Normanovsky screamed, hastily standing up and exclaiming, "You!

What right do you have to do this?!"

"Hmph!"

Lu Ming slammed his hand on the armrest and stood up, looking at the other man with a playful expression. "Because I am the Son of Heaven!

All land under Heaven belongs to the Emperor, and your Rakshasa Kingdom is also mine!

You can't even kneel before me; you seem to have quite the backbone!

Go back and tell your king that because you didn't kneel, the Rakshasa Kingdom will cease to exist!"

What kind of reason is this?

A very domineering reason!

And an unassailable one. Does meeting the Son of Heaven necessarily require kneeling?

Yes, that's what the Son of Heaven is like!

A reason is needed to send troops… and reasons can be found; this reason of not kneeling is quite suitable.

Disrespecting the Emperor, showing contempt for the Emperor—isn't that serious enough?

"You can't do this!

We'll make sure you die in Sand City! Ah!"

Nomanvsky had barely finished speaking when he was dragged out and both his legs were broken.

His vision went black, and he immediately fainted.

The guards were very efficient; if they said they'd break bones, they really would.

From the pelvis down, his thighs, calves, and feet were all shattered!

Such injuries are difficult to treat even in modern times, let alone in ancient times.

Their belongings were confiscated, and each member of the delegation had one ear cut off. They were expelled from the palace without even knowing what had happened.

The Emperor's order to personally lead the expedition only added to their fear.

What exactly happened?

Why did this happen?

Inside the palace, Prime Minister Jia Fan was still in shock.

He simply stared at the floor with a puzzled expression, as if something on the floor was trying to think.

He wouldn't ask why; His Majesty needed no reason or explanation for his actions.

The news of the delegation's initial welcome turning sour in less than a second spread throughout Yuncheng.

The wandering knights also played their part, claiming the delegation disrespected His Majesty, who declared, "Those who offend Great Qin will be punished, no matter how far away!"

This immediately mobilized the people's enthusiasm, who actively cooperated with the Ministry of Works.

Coal mining and mining became exceptionally strenuous; they were now quite content with their lives.

During the Eastern Han Dynasty, even exchanging children for food was a historical fact, merely four words in the records.

But these people had truly experienced it—the exchanged children.

Just a meal in a pot!

It was because they had experienced darkness that they yearned for light so intensely.

Now, if anyone dared to tarnish this light, they must be prepared to be stained with blood!

Lu Ming's actions weren't impulsive; they had been planned for a long time.

He wanted to go out and have some fun; it was time to indulge in those blonde, blue-eyed, voluptuous foreign beauties.

He had already collected the Four Beauties, the beauties of the Three Kingdoms, and even the wives of the Marquis of Qing. He needed to find something to do.

Excited, Lu Ming arrived at the harem. Diao Chan was still playing mahjong with Wang Zhaojun and the others—the Four Beauties playing mahjong together.

Such a thing could only happen in an era of chaotic time and space.

Diao Chan was still drawing tiles when she was suddenly pushed forward. Before she could react, Lu Ming roughly tore her skirt and ripped her underwear to shreds!

His penis roughly pressed against her vaginal opening. The moment it touched her, Diao Chan realized what was happening.

This was her husband having sex with her! She had thought she was being violated by another man!

Without even looking, just the feeling of his glans and his scent was enough for her to remember!

Entering the moist, warm cavity, the soft vaginal walls enveloped his penis, the continuous friction sending tingling pleasure through Lu Ming, making him feel incredibly happy. It was wonderful!

"Hiss! Why is it so wet!"

Lu Ming exhaled, still wearing his dragon robe, and casually tossed it aside.

Xi Shi, standing nearby, quickly caught the robe; it couldn't be carelessly left on the ground!

"Because I'm already in Your Majesty's shape!" Diao Chan said coquettishly. She had indeed been quite dry before, but upon realizing it was Lu Ming, she immediately became aroused and wet.

Her beautiful face was fair and rosy, her cherry-like lips painted with bright red lipstick, her nostrils trembling, her voluptuous figure full and alluring.

Every thrust was the ultimate pleasure!

Plop! Plop!

Each time, her labia were mercilessly turned in and out by the thick penis, exaggeratedly swallowing and releasing it.

Her vaginal opening was bright red, bruised from the man's thrusts!

Her feet, clad in silver high heels, were tightly wrapped around the man's waist, intertwined, toes clenched, arms wrapped around his neck, her entire body clinging to him like a koala.

Diao Chan knew Lu Ming loved stockings and high heels, so she always wore them, except when sleeping.

Therefore, Lu Ming could use her anytime.

Every time he used her, he could face the alluring Diao Chan!

Suddenly being fucked, a rape-like act of defilement, Lu Ming only thrust a little over two hundred times before Diao Chan's vagina contracted… a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, all of it soaking his glans; Diao Chan had an orgasm!

He pressed himself against Diao Chan, still in the throes of orgasm, as soft as a mattress. Diao Chan twisted her hips upwards, her jade-like hands wrapped around Lu Ming's back.

The old married couple's tacit understanding meant that with just one movement, Diao Chan knew the man was about to ejaculate, and she forcefully raised her buttocks.

Lu Ming couldn't help but groan, quickly thrusting twice before ejaculating profusely into Diao Chan's warm vagina. A large amount of semen poured into her mature uterus, searching for an egg to fertilize.