I was the Queen of Persia

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As they ventured deeper, the number of enemy soldiers in the inner camp increased, and the sentries patrolled and looked out for each other, which undoubtedly made it more difficult to continue the infiltration and advance.

However, relying on Hydia's covert assassinations, Valera's precise shooting, Atumai's alluring seduction, and Sahinnian's iron sweeping attacks, the team gradually broke through and disintegrated the enemy's defenses, and finally reached their destination—a simple post station where horses and camels were tethered.

This makeshift post station is one of the nodes for the Black Blade army to transmit intelligence. If it is destroyed, the Black Blade army's communication and transportation efficiency will be affected, and it will not be able to be fully restored at least in the short term.

"Whoosh!—Whoosh!"

Two screams of death ripped through the air as crossbow bolts and assassin's darts were fired simultaneously, instantly killing two Black Blade sentries stationed nearby, who didn't even have time to scream before they were killed.

"Proceed according to plan!" Sahimian waved her hand and gave the order.

Once the order was given, everyone immediately took action.

Yatumai casually kept watch around, scratching his head and striking poses, wary of any other enemy soldiers approaching.

Valera used the collected resources to create simple traps and placed them on the path that the enemy pursuers were bound to take.

Hydia used her agility to collect enough fuel and flammable materials.

With everything in place, at Sahinian's command of "Burn!", Hydia immediately threw out the torch.

At the same time, Sahini cut the ropes binding the horses and camels, and the frightened herd immediately scattered and ran wildly.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Something's wrong! Enemy attack!"

Flames soared into the sky, plunging the Black Blade camp into panic and chaos.

"It's at the post station! There must be enemy sabotage! Let's go check it out!"

Some of the Black Blade soldiers who had realized what was happening quickly regrouped and rushed toward the area where the fire had started.

However, they were struck head-on by horses and camels that had gone out of control and were trampled horribly, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

A squad of Blackblade soldiers was about to approach when the leader stepped into a spike trap set by Valera. His thigh and torso were pierced by the sharp objects, and he let out a painful howl. Seeing this, the others retreated and dared not take another step forward.

The Blackblade camp was in complete chaos, unable to even mount an effective counterattack.

Taking advantage of this favorable opportunity, Sahinnian captured several warhorses and ordered his soldiers to mount them and charge out of the fire-scorched enemy camp amidst the chaos, heading towards the rendezvous point.

Upon arriving at the village where they were to be received, Muyiz had already prepared a carriage and had been waiting there for a long time. He looked around warily to make sure that the pursuers were not following, and then immediately ordered his men to jump into the carriage.

With a shout, Mu Yizi cracked his whip, propelling the carriage east and west across the dark sand dunes, eventually shaking off its pursuers and disappearing into the vast night.

They returned safely to the Yatumai brothel.

"Well done! You've dealt a blow to the arrogance of the Blackblade gang."

Sahimian expressed satisfaction with the significant results achieved in the surprise attack.

Immediately, she drafted a document and handed it to the intelligence officer of the Saman Empire. It was then delivered to the empire through a sophisticated postal relay system and presented to Jahan Shahr, who in turn handed it over to Empress Shahzani.

Chapter 243 Doctrine? Defined by the Empress

Jahanshahr, the capital of the Samanid Empire of Iran, in the Khorasan region.

The glow of dawn enveloped the city's magnificent dome.

"Hu Da—Akbar!"

"Hu Da—Akbar!"

……

From the magnificent minarets of the mosque, the resounding chanting of the prayers of the Mu'anjins echoed through the air.

Shahzani, dressed in a brown chadur, walked slowly out of the palace gates, accompanied by female guards and attendants, and headed towards the Banu Gushaspu Mosque near the palace.

This is a mosque named after the daughter of the epic hero Rustam, and it is open to women only. Unlike many other Islamic regions, Iran has several mosques that are only open to women, such as the Shahrbanu Temple near Tehran.

As the Queen, Shahzani naturally continued this national tradition. Today, she will hold prayers at the women's temple and also give a sermon.

However, according to her, the ceremony should be kept as simple as possible. After all, the purpose of worshipping at a religious holy site is not to display worldly prominence, but to demonstrate the piety of faith, so as to better control the vast number of Khorami Muslim believers and continue to use religion as a tool for stable rule.

He stepped through the towering Persian archway, barefoot and covered with a dark robe to match his solemn expression, holding a scepter stripped of its gilded ornaments in one hand and rosary beads in the other.

Kneeling before the sacred niche, they prostrate themselves in utmost devotion, then solemnly and resoundingly proclaim the slogans of their faith. Their dignified demeanor is enough to make even the most senior Islamic jurists bow down in admiration.

Inspired by the Queen, the accompanying female guards and attendants, as well as the Horami female cleric and disciples of the temple, also worshipped devoutly.

The preliminary ceremonies have been completed.

Shahzani ascended the pulpit barefoot, his gaze sweeping over the thousands below, his expression resolute. He began to preach the doctrines aloud in Persian, speaking in the tone of a Great Ayatollah:

"God says, 'O people! We created you and divided you into men and women. May you understand one another, for you share a common dignity that is inherent in you…'"

According to the ideas proclaimed in this passage, men and women should be equal. The Khorami women of the Samanid Empire in Iran used this passage from the Quran as a weapon to resist male oppression, which is impeccable from a debate perspective.

Of course, the most fundamental reason was that Shahzani led her female warriors to achieve brilliant military exploits, which prompted the women to participate more deeply in the military, administrative and other public affairs of the Saman Empire, thus fundamentally enhancing their role and influence.

Shahzani continued:

"God says, 'Women are born with the beauty of their bodies, and women have the right to display their beautiful bodies in public, provided they abide by religious laws and decrees…'"

This passage is her own commentary on the Hadith. Although she valued the role of religion in state governance, she also disliked the overly strict and rigid dogmas in religious doctrines.

She herself was a flamboyant dresser; in her previous life, she often wore only a pair of briefs in her rented apartment. After transmigrating to this world and achieving great things, she was enveloped in unparalleled glory and authority, and coupled with her already stunning figure, her flamboyance only increased.

In her view, as long as one is loyal to the country and the nation and devout to one's religious beliefs, it doesn't really matter what kind of clothes one wears. Even if women expose their breasts, it is not against morality and public morals.

Of course, in sacred religious places such as mosques, one should still wear a dignified robe.

After all, principles are meant to be applied flexibly, aren't they?

This occurred within the Samanid Empire of Iran, sparking a trend among women to sunbathe.

Whenever the sun shines warmly, the rooftops of brick or adobe houses in the major towns of the empire are always filled with young women, some fully naked, some half-naked, sitting, squatting, lying down, or sprawling, enjoying the sun's warmth and tanning their bodies to a more lustrous and alluring shine.

The men watching, influenced by the female soldiers' achievements and instilled with Khorami doctrine, did not consider this immoral. Instead, they saw it as a special means by which God Huddar used the beautiful female body to demonstrate his sacred faith.

Subsequently, Shahzani elaborated on issues such as "women should also bear responsibilities and obligations," "blind believers who are hostile to our country are brewing a shameful war," and "the future path of the Iranian nation and people."

Whenever a profound theory was uttered, it would draw the admiring and awe-inspiring gazes of thousands. After expounding on the last topic, amidst the solemn and grand cheers of the crowd, Shahzani stepped down from the preaching platform, gathered his troops, and headed home.

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Jahanshahr Palace, the Queen's study.

"Phew! Finally, I don't have to wear these cumbersome clothes anymore!" Shahzani returned to her private quarters and couldn't wait to take off her Chador robe.

Her forehead was covered in messy hair, and her face was dripping with sweat.

Wearing such a thick robe and lecturing on scriptures for several hours under the scorching sun would probably be unbearable even for the most devout Islamic scholar.

The air inside and outside was scorching hot. It was June 1007 AD, the month of Khordad in the Persian calendar. This summer in Khorasan seemed particularly hot. Shahzani estimated that it could reach 50 degrees Celsius. Fortunately, the climate in Iran was only dry and hot. If it were the kind of heat that comes from a humid region, she estimated that she would feel completely unwell.

Under the extreme heat, the magnificent capital city was deserted during the day, with few pedestrians and empty streets. The guards standing on the city walls and towers had lost their usual majestic demeanor, hoping that their comrades would arrive soon for the handover.

The indoor environment wasn't much better. The cool air from the ice storage and wind towers (cooling facilities in ancient Persian buildings) in the palace could only have a limited cooling effect. Shahzani even missed the days when she had air conditioning in her previous life.

To cope with the high temperatures, Shahzani increased the frequency of patrol rotations and relaxed restrictions on officials, servants, and female slaves: officials could work from home and did not have to wear official robes, and male and female servants in the palace could dress as coolly as possible.

Even the supreme Queen Shahsha couldn't bear the heat and quickly stripped herself naked, leaving only her bright red thong. The thong was embroidered with symmetrical and intricate geometric patterns that blended seamlessly with the main red tone, reflecting the style of Persian art. In any case, she was now in her study, and as the supreme empress, she could wear whatever she wanted.

"So hot, so hot."

Shahzani, barefoot and wearing only briefs, paced back and forth in the study, fanning herself and constantly tossing her shoulder-length wavy hair. She was nearly thirty years old at the time, her body more voluptuous and fit, her mature charm more intense and abundant. Coupled with her beautiful and alluring face, she was truly a succubus queen who surpassed Jah and Sudabe.

Walking barefoot on the soft carpet, feeling the cool air being channeled in by the wind tower, a sense of comfort finally began to emerge after a long while.

Sahzani was satisfied. She took out a copy of "Chronicles of the Samanid Dynasty, Volume One" from the bookshelf, leaned back on the cushions, and began to read it with great interest. This was a history book that she had personally overseen the compilation of; it was not only beautifully written and insightful, but more importantly, it was packed with valuable information.

at this time.

"Mother Queen!"

The melodious voices of children came from outside the door.

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Princess Farukzad, naked except for a pair of shorts, carrying two enormous Iranian-style bells, ran cheerfully into the study. Two scantily clad female slaves followed hurriedly behind, panting.

"Greetings, Mother Queen." The little princess put down the heavy object in her hand and bowed in the manner of an adult.

“My darling daughter, come to your mother.” Shahzani was overjoyed and reached out to hug her daughter.

He glanced at the two female slaves, signaling them to step back and leave him and his daughter alone.

"Mother Queen, I have been diligently practicing martial arts to strengthen my body. I will demonstrate for you." After saying this, the little princess picked up two bells and skillfully swung them.

Due to his exceptional talent and long-term immersion in military training and warfare, Farukzad's physique was stronger than any child of his age. Even at the age of two, he still displayed extraordinary strength and a valiant spirit.

This inevitably reminds viewers of the Iranian epic hero, Rustam. This Persian warrior was exceptionally brave even in his youth, slaying a white elephant, a monster too powerful for ordinary men, before reaching adulthood. As an adult, he conquered far and wide, achieving great feats. His daughter, Qushasup, was an even more valiant and fierce heroine, conquering vast territories for the empire.

"Well done, my little lion!"

Shahzani looked at her daughter with loving eyes, praising her endlessly until the little princess finished exercising. Then she stretched out her strong arms and hugged her sweaty baby daughter.

"Mother Queen, how are my martial arts skills?"

“Excellent.”

"My daughter wants to become a female warrior like Ghushaspu when she grows up, to protect the territory and society of Iran."

"Well done, my daughter." Shahzani was very pleased with the little princess's lofty aspirations. "However, to become a great warrior like Gushaspu, it's not enough to just know martial arts."

As he spoke, he pulled the little princess onto his plump lap and sat her down, continuing to peruse the classic texts in front of him.

"Look, this is the result of the wisdom of the wise. You should learn from it when you grow up."

"Hmm." Farukzad nodded, but her expression was somewhat bewildered. "But Mother Queen, I don't quite understand. Conquering the battlefield relies on brave warriors and skilled craftsmen. What use are these books?"

Shahzani smiled gently, turned to a page of the register, and pointed to the graceful, flowing Persian script:

"Since the reign of King Keyumarz, our Iranian scholars have left behind countless works containing knowledge. It is precisely because of this vast treasure trove of knowledge that our country has been able to continuously revive and stand firm amidst the encirclement of enemies."

"A sword is a weapon, and so is a pen. Only by combining the sword and the pen can we ensure the long-term stability of our empire. Therefore, you should read more books, attend more classes, and learn more about history."

“Yes!” Farukzad replied loudly, “My daughter understands!”

The mother and daughter spent some time together, enjoying a wonderful time.

Soon after.

"Your Excellency Shahsha, this is a report from the Iraq-Jajra border war zone." Nassak, the executor in charge of delivering confidential documents, was summoned to the study and handed the sealed letter to Shahzani.

Upon hearing that it was a letter from Sahini, Shahzani couldn't wait to open it and read it.

"Great job! Well done!"

Looking at the battle results written in the report, Shahzani's joy was palpable: "Shahzani is truly an outstanding strategist. Excellent, a heavy blow to the enemy's plot."

He then sent a reply, praising his achievements and granting him continued autonomy, allowing him to build troops according to local conditions and fight against the Blackblade Cult and the Fatima Dynasty in various ways.

"Mother Queen, Aunt Sahinian has made so many contributions to the country, so why don't you transfer her back to the prosperous capital?" Farukzad asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Silly daughter."

Shahzani laughed and said, "Aunt Shahini's ambition lies in this. She enjoys fighting and making contributions on the battlefield and is used to the smell of blood and fighting. Even the Queen Mother can't persuade her! Moreover, it is because of warriors like her who are willing to devote themselves to the frontier battlefield that our Iran has been able to maintain peace and stability for so long. She is your role model, and you should learn more from her in the future."

"Understood!" Faluczad nodded and smiled again.

The Empress's decree was quickly relayed to the border war zones via the Imperial Postal System.

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Knife Sheath Fortress, the brothel of Atumai.

Given the nature of this shop, lewd sounds are commonplace here; however, since Sahinian settled here, the ambiguous atmosphere has become even more intense.

Yatumai already possessed both skill and beauty, and with the secret support of Sahinian, her influence expanded further, attracting more and more customers, and even showing a strong tendency to merge with her nearby competitors.

So every night, enchanting voices would rise and fall, never ceasing.

staircase.

A pair of lewd eyes lurked in the shadows. Above them, beautiful female guests and maids went up and down the steps, their bare feet revealing glimpses of their skirts.

The clever Hassan was drooling as he watched, and quietly untied his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing two thin, bony legs. One hand was frantically stroking his short, limp penis.

Suddenly a fragrant breeze blew by, and then a strong, beautiful hand lifted his collar.

"Good lad, doing lewd things to these respectable women again, are you at it again? Come on! I'll have to teach you a lesson." Without waiting for a reply, Sahinian picked up the little guy and headed towards the inner room.