The Warrior Queen and The Pharaoh of the Millennium Puzzle

So Cold

Mehmed smirked upon seeing his uncle backing him up. "Solmas my dear General.... Our men can win without bargaining anything especially not hiding behind the skirts of our women." Dongfang QingCang smiled at him while Solmas smiled nervously. "Especially when our women are just as fierce in battle." Dongfang QingCang gestured toward a nearby training camp where a determined woman was instructing her comrades, her voice rising above the clang of swords and the sound of feet shuffling on the ground as she emphasized the importance of maintaining proper posture.

The intensity of her training was palpable, and the dedication of the women around her was undeniable. "Women... should stay at home," Solmas muttered in a tone laced with contempt, his expression one of disdain as he watched the scene unfold.

Beyhan, ever the fierce defender of equality, appeared just in time to catch Solmas's words. She was adjusting her gear, her armor glinting in the sunlight, and she approached her brother with annoyance and determination. "You should educate yourself, Solmas," she retorted, a steely glint in her eye. "If you're going to hold onto those regressive beliefs, you're missing the point entirely."

"Apologies if you overheard that, Your Majesty," Solmas stammered, awkwardly bowing his head as he realized the absurdity of his views in the presence of the sultan's sister, who fought alongside him in battle.

Beyhan's expression softened momentarily as she left, a smile curling her lips. "Uncle Yuan Shuai is on his way; I can only imagine how he would react hearing you speak like that in his presence." With that, she walked away, leaving Solmas to stew in the remnants of his arrogance.

Mehmed, observing the exchange with a critical eye, leaned closer to Solmas, his voice low but filled with conviction. "Your thoughts, my friend, are as outdated as the desolate lands we inhabited not long ago. It's time for a change." He glanced back at the camp, where the women fought valiantly, a testament to a future where gender roles were rewritten.

Yuan Shuai stepped through the shimmering portal, only to be met with an unexpected embrace from Beyhan, who enveloped him in a warm hug that caught him off guard. "There's a general around here who seems to think women should be confined to the household, uncle. Please take care of him." Beyhan released him, her eyes sparkling with determination as she expertly navigated the bustling camp.

Yuan Shuai chuckled softly, "No wonder you're so friendly with me." Beyhan smiled back, her expression radiating warmth and camaraderie. As they walked, a figure approached—a man with an outstretched hand, eager to greet him. "Prince Yuan Shuai, I've heard tales of your heroic deeds," he declared, voice booming with false bravado.

In an instant, Yuan Shuai's foot shot out, sending the man tumbling down the stone staircase behind him. "Uncle, what are you doing?" Mehmed shouted in astonishment as he sprinted after the fallen figure, who landed with a thud, dazed but alive. "He'll survive. No need to fawn over him, dear nephew," Morgana interjected, stepping outside. Her presence was like a storm, electrifying the air and casting a palpable tension over the gathering crowd, as if the very essence of the world paused to acknowledge her.

"You must be the enigmatic queen of the seven regions, Valindria," grunted Solmas, struggling to regain his footing. "Moments ago you were ready to trade me like a bargaining chip, and now you offer compliments—how convenient that everything is forgotten." Morgana shot him a searing glare, her fierce spirit igniting a protective instinct in Hiromi, who clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to retaliate.

"See to it that the gentleman receives medical attention, Mehmed. Later, you can discuss whatever devious plot you've concocted," Morgana commanded with a commanding grace, bowing to her nephew. The gesture took Mehmed by surprise, leaving him momentarily speechless.