I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

Deep in the palace, the flickering candlelight illuminated Emperor Taining’s furrowed brow and the uncontrollable anger in his eyes.

The urgent secret report sent over eight hundred miles was like a stone, stirring up turbulent emotions within the royal family.

"Marquis Wuwei, Fang Chengping!"

Emperor Taining gritted his teeth, and his voice echoed in the empty hall.

"Not only did he surrender Yumen Pass, he also put our beautiful land under the enemy's iron hoof! He is so stupid!"

As the chief commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Liu Congwu knelt on the ground, sweat dripping down his forehead, feeling secretly uneasy.

He knew very well that this was just the calm before the storm.

"Your Majesty, calm down."

Liu Congwu said softly, trying to remain calm, but in his mind he was thinking about how to slowly tell the next piece of news.

"I have a letter in my hand that I have not reported yet."

Hearing this, Emperor Taining's eyes were like torches. He took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. "Read it."

As Liu Congwu opened the second letter and read it word by word, the atmosphere in the hall became increasingly heavy.

"On the night of the Jurchen attack, Wuwei Marquis Fang Chengping was afraid before the battle and abandoned Yunzhou City and fled to Dai County alone for refuge. The governor of Ningjin City was isolated and helpless, leaving only 2,000 soldiers to defend the city. The rest of the troops were led by Lieutenant Fang Yi and rushed to Yunzhou for rescue..."

"boom!"

The sound of the teacup breaking exploded in the palace, and the fragments scattered like Emperor Taining's shattered patience.

"Marquis Wuwei, I entrusted you with such an important task, but you turned out to be such a coward!"

The indignation in Emperor Taining's heart was beyond words. Faced with the Marquis of Wuwei, who had the power of aristocratic families behind him, even if he wanted to punish him, he had to consider the turmoil in the court.

After all, he has a noble family behind him.

If it is not handled properly, it will cause a lot of trouble.

But just as he was disappointed, another part of the letter caught his attention.

"Wait a minute, you just said, who led the troops to Yunzhou for rescue?"

Emperor Taining's eyes flashed and he asked anxiously.

"It's Fang Yi, Captain Fang Yi."

Liu Congwu answered cautiously and affirmatively.

Emperor Taining asked, "Is it Fang Yi who defeated the Jurchen army of 5,000 with only 2,000 cavalrymen?"

Liu Congwu nodded, then looked embarrassed and continued, "I have already done some research on Fang Yi's background. But I'm afraid Your Majesty will be surprised by the result."

Emperor Taining frowned and urged, "Speak!"

Liu Congwu swallowed his saliva and said slowly: "Fang Yi, only sixteen years old, from Yunzhou. The most shocking thing is that he was the son of Marquis Wuwei, but..."

"What? The son of that idiot? Wait, what do you mean by 'was'?"

Emperor Taining was surprised and confused.

Liu Congwu sighed and told the sad story.

"Last month, Marquis Wuwei accidentally discovered that Fang Yi was not his biological son, just as his biological son returned to recognize him. Since then, Fang Yi has been abused by his family every day, and eventually ended up living on the streets, nearly losing his life."

Hearing this, Emperor Taining felt a complex emotion in his heart.

He recalled his own flesh and blood who had been lost in northern Xinjiang sixteen years ago. He did not expect that the boy's experience was so strikingly similar to that of his own child, and he could not help but feel pity.

"It's fate that we are both stranded in this world..."

Emperor Taining muttered to himself, having already made a decision in his mind.

……

In the northern border, the weather is changing rapidly and dark clouds are gathering, foreshadowing the coming of a storm.

The Jurchens are falling into an unprecedented crisis. Not only are they facing the relentless pursuit of troops from Yunzhou City in the rear, but also the dozens of seemingly insignificant cavalry led by Fang Yi in the front.

"Daishan! Give me your life!"

A roar pierced through the noise of the battlefield, resounded through the sky, and reached the eardrums of the Jurchen leader Daishan.

Daishan and his troops were running around in a desperate situation, with wolves in front and tigers behind, and the situation was extremely critical.

At this moment, Fang Yi appeared like a god of war, leading dozens of brave warriors to charge towards the enemy, like a sharp knife piercing the enemy's heart.

Faced with this sudden attack, a look of surprise and fear flashed across Daishan's eyes, but soon, his expression changed from nervousness to disdain.

He had a mocking sneer on his face and cursed loudly, "Fang Yi, you dare to take my head with just a few dozen people? You really don't know your place!"

Daishan was burning with rage. Fang Yi had fooled him many times, causing the future leader of the Jurchen tribe to lose face. Today, he vowed to take revenge!

Just when Daishan was furious and wanted to go into battle himself to fight Fang Yi, his think tank Chu Mingsheng was quick to grab Daishan's reins.

"Your Highness, you must not do that! You are worth a fortune, how can you take risks so easily?"

Chu Mingsheng dissuaded anxiously, with a calm light flashing in his eyes.

"We have more people and more power. We just need to advance steadily and wear down the enemy. Victory will surely belong to us!"

Upon hearing this, Daishan gradually regained his senses. He took a deep breath, and his eyes became firm and cold again.

He brandished the sword in his hand and issued a new order: "All troops, listen up, capture Fang Yi alive. I will let him know the consequences of provoking the Jurchens!"

However, are the fifty elite soldiers under Fang Yi's command just ordinary people?

They shuttled through the battlefield like ghosts, and each charge was able to accurately find the enemy's weaknesses. They rushed left and right, defeating the enemy with fewer troops. Their agile and flexible tactics were amazing.

Each of their attacks was like a sharp dagger, piercing deep into the enemy's heart and causing great chaos to Daishan's troops.

Not far away, Fang Bo, who had rushed over from Yunzhou City, witnessed this scene and his blood boiled.

He turned around and shouted to the countless brave soldiers behind him: "Warriors of Yunzhou City and Ningjin City, did you see that? Captain Fang has successfully attracted the enemy's attention! This is our chance, we must kill him while he is weak! Today, we have only one goal - to cut off Daishan's head and show our military prestige!"

Fang Bo's words were like a raging fire, instantly igniting the fighting spirit in the hearts of all the soldiers.

The war drums thundered, the trumpets blew, the morale of the warriors from Yunzhou City and Ningjin City was boosted, with a gleam of victory in their eyes, and they vowed to rewrite history on this day.

On the battlefield, iron hooves were flying, arrows were raining down, and the shouts of soldiers on both sides and the clash of weapons intertwined into a symphony of death.

Fang Yi's heroic laughter echoed over the battlefield, as if the god of war had descended. He held a spear in his hand, and every time he swung it, it was accompanied by a whistling wind, which shook the surrounding Jurchen soldiers back again and again.

"Daishan, your end has come, accept your fate!"

There was an air of arrogance in Fang Yi's voice, as if he had foreseen the dawn of victory.

Daishan's face was twisted with anger and despair, his eyes flashed with a beast-like light, but deep in his heart he was filled with deep reluctance.

"We, the Jurchens, have no fear of a fight! Today, either you die or I die!"

He roared, and the sword in his hand flashed like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, pointing straight at Fang Yi's throat.