Hanjia Zhenshanhe

Name: Hanjia Zhenshanhe
Author: Blank Shadow

by Blank Shadow

ongoing History Alternate History Male Lead

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26Kwords36chapters

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Ch. 36 — The Aftermath of the Merger

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About This Novel

The border is covered with snow and the isolated city is soaked with blood. When Chen Yan took off his county magistrate's green robe and put on the black armor of the Jing'an Army, no one knew that underneath this cold iron body was flowing dragon blood that could subvert the government and the opposition. He was the lost prince of the Xia Dynasty, a fatal abandoned son in the undercurrent of the court, and the "Jing'an Cold Front" who was frightened by the barbarians in the north. The imperial conferment of a title and 20,000 new troops is a favor from the emperor, but it is also a yoke that tempers the poison. Above the temple, the Queen Mother hangs the curtain, the powerful Prime Minister looks at her, and the hawks and dogs of the East Factory are watching; deep in the palace, the Prince plays chess, his beauty is his blade, and his bloodline is filled with shocking secrets. In a desperate situation, he used glass as his eyes to see business opportunities thousands of miles away; he used miraculous skills as his bones to forge an iron-blooded army. The goddess doctor whose life is a mystery controls life and death, the dashing and heroic female general commands the cavalry, and the exquisite sister weaves an intelligence network through trade routes. They are his armor and also his weakness. When hundreds of thousands of barbarians came knocking at the pass, he used a clever plan to "quietly seize the powerful pass" to capture the natural danger of Yanmen; when the court was criticized like snow, he created irrefutable authority with his unparalleled military exploits. From Yulin to Yanmen, every step is filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and every game is hidden with twists and turns. The snow at the border never stops, just like the road leading to the majestic imperial city, it is always full of murderous intentions and temptations. Chen Yan stroked the cold frost lines on his armor and looked towards the south - the whirlpool of power that swallowed up his parents and separated his brothers. "If these mountains and rivers are destined to be washed with blood, then it will start from the border I guard." "My prosperous age should not be whitewashed and peaceful, as long as-" "The iron armor is still there, and there will be peace for all eternity."