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37 After three generations, there would be no more Tartars!

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Shangguan Haitang walked into Yangxin Palace Hall and immediately bowed.""Imperial Secret Agent Shangguan Hai Tang greets Your Majesty.”

Shangguan Haitang lowered her head and cupped her hands, not daring to look at Zhu Houjin.

Zhu Houzhen sat on the dragon table with a memorial in his hand and said casually,""No need for formalities."

Shangguan Haitang finally dared to raise her head and look at Zhu Houjin's dragon face.

Just like what she knew, the current emperor was indeed young.

However, Shangguan Haitang was shocked to discover that Zhu Houjin's body actually had an astonishing domineering aura.

This kind of domineering aura was even more shocking than the aura of Iron-guts Deity Marquis Zhu Buduan!

This was a kind of aura that only those in power could cultivate. It was cold and domineering!

"Tell me, why did my good Imperial Uncle send you here?”

Zhu Houjiu's voice was not loud, and his tone was not strong, but in Shangguan Haitang's ears, she felt a strong sense of suffocation.

Especially when Zhu Houjiu mentioned my good Imperial Uncle, Shangguan Haitang's legs had a tendency to go soft.

"Your Majesty, Iron-guts Divine Marquis has sent me here to congratulate Your Majesty on your ascension to the throne. He has specially brought ten thousand taels of gold and two boxes of jewelry.”

"Secondly, as the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the Iron-guts Deity Marquis wishes to enter the capital to take up his position and celebrate the festival with His Majesty and the Empress Dowager.”

After the Battle of Jingnan, Emperor Chengzu set a rule that without the emperor's permission, the vassal kings were not allowed to enter the capital without permission.

Those who entered the capital without authorization were equal to those who rebelled and were beheaded immediately.

Therefore, even if Zhu Bujue wanted to enter the capital, he had to get Zhu Houjin's permission.

Zhu Houxin said with a mocking smile.

"Haha, Imperial Uncle is very obedient. Zhen is very comforted.”

Shangguan Haitang was afraid that Zhu Houjiu would misunderstand and was about to explain when a young eunuch suddenly whispered into Zhu Houjiu's ear,""Eunuch Yu, the supervisor of the West Yard, requests an audience."

"Yes, let him in."

When Shangguan Haitang heard Eunuch Yu's name, her heart trembled and she couldn't help but feel anxious.

Yu Huatian was the supervisor of the West Hall and was responsible for the Emperor's supervision and management of the martial arts world.

The people in the martial arts world might not be afraid of the Brocade Guard or the East Hall, but none of them were afraid of the West Hall.

The eunuchs of the West Hall were ruthless and skilled in martial arts. Countless martial arts masters had been killed by them.

Yu Huatian, the supervisor of the West Hall, was especially so. His martial arts were unparalleled and his methods were vicious. When people in Jianghu mentioned him, they would all be frightened and flee.

"Minister Yu Huatian greets Your Majesty!"

Before you see him, you hear his voice.

Yu Huatian's voice was emotionless. Shangguan Haitang secretly looked to her side and saw Yu Huatian in a long embroidered robe kneeling respectfully in front of Zhu Houjin.

Shangguan Haitang couldn't help but be on high alert as she looked at the face that everyone in the martial world feared.

At the same time, Shangguan Haitang sighed in her heart. This fierce god of the martial world was actually so obedient in front of the Emperor. Was this the supreme imperial power?

"No need for formalities."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yu Huatian stood up and said,"Your Majesty, I have something to report.”

Yu Huatian said as he glanced at Shangguan Haitang.

Shangguan Haitang was also tactful and was about to leave when she was stopped by Zhu Houjin.

"It's fine. Go ahead."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yu Huatian said without hesitation.

"Datong Prefecture Governor Wang Shouren sent news that the purge of the Tartar tribe has been completed.”

"Commander Yu Dayou led 150,000 cavalry into the grasslands and wiped out 100,000 remaining Tartar troops.”

"We didn't encounter any effective resistance wherever we passed. There are no more strong youths above fourteen and below forty in the Tartar tribe.”

"We have captured three hundred thousand Tartar children and women. They are being escorted to Da Tong Prefecture.”

"Captured over two hundred thousand warhorses and countless cattle and sheep.”

"After this battle, the Tartars won't dare to go south to herd horses for at least thirty years!”

The Tartars were a nomadic race with many tribes.

Every time they targeted the Ming Dynasty's act of looting in the south, it was also a few powerful tribes that joined forces to commit the crime.

Of course, these people couldn't be all of the Tartars, but they definitely represented the most powerful tribes.

"Thirty years? Hehe, I don't want 30 years, I want thousands of generations!”

Zhu Houjin smiled disdainfully and said,""However, the preparations were rushed. For Wang Shouren to have such a result, Zhen is already very satisfied.”

"Rumor has it that all the Tartar tribes will be sent to Liaodong, North Ji, Hetao, and other areas.”

"Speak Chinese, know Chinese characters, wear Chinese clothes, and learn Chinese etiquette.”

"After three generations, there will be no more Tartars.”

Yu Huatian's expression changed, and his heart was greatly shocked. He hurriedly said,"Yes, sir! Your Majesty!"

His Majesty's cultural abuse could be said to be a desperate measure!

When these descendants of the Tartars spoke Chinese, knew Chinese characters, wore Han clothes, and practiced Han etiquette, who would still think of themselves as a Tartar after three generations?

"Xuan Prince Shouren, Yu Dayou, and the others have led 200,000 troops back to the court.”

"This subject will obey!"

Yu Huatian bowed and left respectfully.

Shangguan Haitang was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

One sentence would decide the future of 300,000 Tatars!

One sentence would determine the lives of three generations of Tartars!

Mobilize 200,000 troops with one sentence!

Was this the emperor of Great Ming?

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