I was the Queen of Persia

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A stream of hot fluid gushed out from between her legs, flowing rapidly between her fingers and converging between her writhing toes, instantly filling the air with a foul odor.

“In the name of the Most High and Almighty God,” Shahzani said calmly as he approached her, “your hospitality has indeed been unforgettable. As a reward, please come to my camp and enjoy another night!”

Having said that, she waved her hand, signaling the Saman soldiers behind her to tie him up and take him away.

This armed rebellion, which was carried out by forces from within and without, was eventually quelled. The Saman army killed and captured more rebels and enemy soldiers, eradicated many hidden rebel organizations, and further consolidated its control over this newly occupied territory.

According to the confessions of the captured enemy soldiers, this rebellion was jointly planned by the Mustafa regime and the Haqwicz Assassin Cult.

When Mustafa's general, Gulai, fled after his defeat, he deliberately planted an accomplice in the city, forcing the wealthy widow, Rubina, to get close to Shahzani. When Shahzani was indulging in pleasure and lowered her guard, he sent assassins from the Haqawi faction to assassinate her.

With the monarch assassinated, the Samanid army was left leaderless, and even its disciplined forces were bound to fall into temporary chaos. Taking advantage of this, Qulai mobilized his pre-deployed troops and launched a fierce counterattack. Simultaneously, internal spies throughout the city staged a massive rebellion, working together to annihilate the Samanid army.

However, thanks to Shahzani's exceptional insight and the valiant fighting of Saman's troops, the plot of this armed rebellion ultimately failed.

Rubina, the female assassin, and other female prisoners of war are now being held in some of the most secluded iron cells in the Saman camp, under the strict guard and interrogation of the Nassak executors.

Inside the King of Kings' military tent.

“Your Majesty the Shah, just execute these female traitors. By Hormozd! Your earlier assessment was correct; these depraved hypocrites put on a virtuous facade while secretly engaging in such filthy and shameful deeds!” Bahram said indignantly.

“I think they might still have some use,” Shahzani said.

"Oh?" Bahramu asked, puzzled.

“Think about it,” Shahzani said. “Both the Mustafa regime and the Haqqavi assassin cult follow extreme doctrines and, in principle, do not allow women to show their faces in public. But Rubina and those female assassins are serving these forces. What does that say?”

"You mean?" Bahram thought for a moment, "that they weren't genuinely fighting for the enemy, but were forced to do so under duress from powerful forces?"

“Very good, that’s exactly right.” Shahzani nodded. “So, we can at least make use of them to more quickly divide the enemy group from within.”

After saying that, she leaned close to Bahramu's ear and whispered a few words.

“Yes, my Lord is wise!” Bahramu replied with adoration.

Afterwards, Shahzani dismissed all the generals and officials, and the female slaves serving in the tent were also ordered to leave. This was her current habit; she wanted to spend some time alone with her daughter after dealing with military and political affairs.

Unbuttoning her clothes, she cupped her full, round breasts and let the baby gently suckle. Strands of pure white milk, sweet and fragrant, seeped from her plump, rosy nipples and fell into her daughter's pink lips.

The beautiful, plump, strong, and healthy queen naturally produced a large quantity of breast milk that was sweet and delicious. Before long, she had fed the little princess to her heart's content, and she drifted off to a sweet dream.

Looking at the infant Farukzad in the cradle, her originally fierce and stern face softened with tenderness and love, and her eyes and brows were filled with maternal radiance.

Falukzad was lucky;

Shahzani herself was also lucky;

Bahram, Farzana, and other heroines who accompanied her along the way were all fortunate.

Women of all ethnicities and social classes under the rule of the Shahzani regime were undoubtedly more fortunate.

They all came from relatively well-off families and grew up in relatively well-off countries. They had a certain degree of right to participate in social affairs, and could join the army, study to become officials, and the outstanding ones even had a very promising future.

In contrast, other women in the feudal society of the same period were undoubtedly unfortunate. Women living under the Mustafa regime were constantly in dire straits. Even noblewomen like Rubina were ultimately reduced to pawns and inevitably met a fate of being discarded after their usefulness was over.

Chapter 207 Don't worry, I won't use torture on you, but...

One day later, after finishing her military duties and spending time with her daughter, Shahzani finally had the interest to visit the prisoners in the jail. According to her orders, Rubina, the female assassin, and other captured female rebels were being held together in a special cell within the camp.

Boom——!

The iron-bound prison door was opened, revealing a plump, white body. Her hands and feet were firmly chained, and she was sprawled out with her legs wide open.

"Ah—!" The naked woman trembled violently with fear when she saw the queen approaching.

"Rubina".

Shahzani smiled and stepped forward, personally taking out a handkerchief to wipe the yellow fluid that kept flowing between her legs due to excessive fright. She said calmly, "You are a smart lady, and you should know your fate very well. If you fall back into the hands of the Mustafa, they will regard you as an unchaste harlot and kill you in the cruelest way."

Rubina was still trembling, her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with fear. She dared not say a word.

“However,” Shahzani changed the subject, “you must have been threatened and had no choice in the matter, which is why you did such a shameful thing under the coercion of these villains. Just and merciful God is my witness! Your actions can still be forgiven, as long as you turn away from darkness and embrace the light.”

After saying this, he remained silent for a moment, giving Rubina time to think.

“I…I…I swear by Allah! I swear by the Prophet! I swear by Hussein and Ali! I am willing to submit to You with all my heart! To be Your most loyal servant! Great and merciful King of Kings, your humble servant is willing to confess and plead guilty to You!…”

After several days of hellish torment, the cowardly and afraid-to-die Rubina wept uncontrollably, vowing to be the Queen's most obedient slave and that any further disobedience would result in her being sent to hellfire for the most severe punishment.

This is why Shahzani sought her out first.

Rubina possessed no martial skills, held no official position, and had no military power. Aside from her immense wealth and substantial family fortune, she lacked any other political or military influence. This characteristic of being rich but not powerful meant that in a chaotic world, she was destined to be easy prey, forced to rely on the protection of a powerful/strong military and political ruler.

Rubina was well aware of this, so after receiving Shahzani's pardon, she offered all her loyalty without reservation and later became Shahzani's economic agent in Iraq.

Having dealt with the relatively simple wealthy widow, Shahzani's next challenge was the female assassin.

Boom——!

The cell door where the female assassin was imprisoned was also opened.

Shahzani strolled in and looked at the naked female assassin in front of her. At this moment, she was lying on her back with her hands and feet chained, only the instruments of torture binding her were more sturdy.

"Pah! You devil's woman, you depraved maggot! Bring it on, you won't get any information out of me!" The female assassin was still putting up a stubborn resistance even at this point.

She was prepared to endure torture and even face death.

As a professional assassin, she was already very familiar with the brutal procedures of interrogation, and her constant presence in the shadows made her fearless of death.

What is torture? It's nothing more than whipping, branding, gouging out eyes, cutting out the heart, chopping off hands, and so on. Death is just a matter of a moment, and she believed she could endure it.

Unexpectedly, Shahzani seemed completely unconcerned by the contemptuous attacks. The queen's lips curled slightly as she gazed at her silently. This imposing gaze sent a chill down the spine of the female assassin.

"Are you sure you want to resist like this to the very end?" Shahzani stared intently at her, the curve of her lips becoming even more alluring.

"Enough with the nonsense! Show me what you've got!" The female assassin suddenly raised her neck, attempting to spit at Shahzani, but due to the restraints of the torture devices, she was unable to complete the action.

“You’re truly stubborn.” Shahzani shook her head helplessly. “I’ve given you so many opportunities, but you haven’t cherished them at all. So, you’re going to have to endure some pain from now on.”

After saying that, Shahzani clapped her hands.

Outside the prison gate, a group of people dressed as scholars entered, men and women, carrying paper, pens, books, and various medical instruments. The young man at the head of the group wore a Persian felt hat, a white turban, and an elegant scholar's robe; he was none other than the great physician Ibn Sina.

Shahzani approached the great physician and said, “Mirza ibn Sina, your medical skills are renowned worldwide, but I have heard that you have been struggling to find vivid and engaging teaching materials.”

At this point, she pointed to the naked female assassin on the torture instruments: "This is the teaching material I prepared for you. From now on, all scholars can learn from her. Begin the lecture, Mirza."

Having said that, he moved a few steps to the side, giving the "main stage" to the chief physician of the palace.

The female assassin on the torture device, upon seeing this scene, realized that her privacy had been completely exposed to everyone. She was instantly heartbroken and cursed through tears and sobs.

But no one was moved.

“Very well, in the name of Allah, the merciful and wise! Now let the lesson begin.” Ibn Sina addressed his students in beautiful Persian.

He picked up the sterilized speculum and other instruments, inserted them into the female assassin's private parts, and adjusted the range of motion to the maximum. Thus, under the collective gaze of everyone, the female assassin had absolutely no privacy.

For a female assassin, this kind of psychological blow is more unbearable than physical torture.

Ibn Sina remained unmoved. As a physician, he was accustomed to such scenes and felt no unease whatsoever. He only sought knowledge, only wanted to explore the deeper mysteries of the human body, in order to add more entries to his Canon of Medicine and leave a valuable legacy for human scholarship.

He used the speculum to stretch the female assassin's private parts to their limit, revealing all the internal folds, moisture, whiteness, crystalline texture, and writhing movements.

"As we all know, God created human men and women, and gave them different physical structures so that they could reproduce and thrive in Paradise... Look at this lady, her..."

Ibn Sina lectured at length, and all the students, both male and female, crowded around to watch, diligently taking notes on the key points he was making.

The female assassin felt like dying at the sight. She tried desperately to close her legs to cover her private parts, but the two thick iron chains made it impossible for her to close them. Tears streamed down her face, and she was almost out of tears.

“But…” Ibn Sina was speaking when he suddenly frowned and his tone became more serious.

Then, he whispered a few words in Shahzani's ear.

Chapter 208 Ah, it's so good!

It turned out that Ibn Sina discovered that the female assassin's private parts seemed to be afflicted with a disease; not only was the appearance unpleasant, but an indescribable, foul odor could also be detected upon close inspection.

He requested to immediately use his medical skills to treat the injuries, both out of the virtue of a healer and to provide a teaching demonstration for his students on the spot.

Shahzani frowned slightly. Her original intention was to humiliate the female assassin and completely break her psychological defenses, but she never expected that the highly skilled royal physician would discover something amiss, causing a slight change in the plan.

After a moment's thought, she decided that the incident was insignificant, so she nodded and ordered the iron cage to be moved to a well-lit area and lights to be added. She then signaled Ibn Sina to act according to her teaching wishes.

“As you command.” Ibn Sina bowed and then gestured to his assistants to bring the medical equipment, put on gloves, cover themselves with Paidum masks, and begin the surgery.

“By the will of Almighty God Hudda, please watch carefully…” Ibn Sina intently manipulated the medical instruments, teaching the students about the characteristics of the disease and related treatment methods.

When the female assassin first saw herself moved outdoors, she closed her eyes in despair, thinking that her naked body was being seen by more people. But when she saw the cold, gleaming instrument in Ibn Sina's hand, she felt a chill run down her spine.

But with the Iranian royal physician's professional and skillful operation, she soon experienced an unprecedented comfort. Her fear and shame greatly diminished, replaced by a subtle and complex sense of security.

This shouldn't be the case.

Throughout her past career as an assassin, her mentors and masters instilled in her a great deal of hatred, teaching her that "any enemy is a cold-blooded demon, and the Persians are a group of blasphemous and hypocritical devils. Falling into their hands means facing the most tragic death," and so on.

Now it seems that although the Persians also carried out heinous and cruel punishments, they were quite different from the imagined "devil" image. At least, they respected scholars, valued scholarship, and did not indiscriminately torture prisoners.

The surgery was quickly completed thanks to the doctor's skillful operation. To consolidate the treatment results, Ibn Sina specifically instructed his assistant to prepare several herbal remedies for regular application in the future.

"Your Majesty, my work is finished," Ibn Sina reported to Shahzani after completing the entire teaching process.

Shahzani waved for them to leave.

By this time, she had already wasted nearly two hours here. She conservatively estimated that the female assassin would not give in so quickly, but she felt that after this "public execution," at least part of the other party's will would be broken.

"Well? Assassin lady of the false faith, are you willing to cooperate with me now?" Shahzani walked up to the shackles and asked in a low voice.

"I..." The woman on the shackles trembled slightly.

“You must understand what kind of cruel punishments your false doctrines inflict on women. Oh, think about it! When they see you become a prisoner and lose your ‘chastity,’ they will stone you to death or torture you to death with a blunt knife,” Shahzani warned.

"This..." The female assassin hesitated even more.

“And I might spare your life; it’s up to you to choose,” Shahzani interrupted her hesitation, her expression suddenly hardening.

The female assassin sighed weakly a few times, then, after a moment, mustered a little strength and said numbly, "I'll talk. I'll tell you everything I know."

This was somewhat unexpected for Shahzani; she had assumed the female assassin would resist for a while longer, but she hadn't anticipated her surrender so quickly. It seems that Ibn Sina's surgery had a positive effect on the interrogation.

“Very good.” Shahzani stepped forward, took out a handkerchief, and covered the female assassin’s private parts. “You are a smart lady, and I think you will firmly choose to take the right path. Speak.”

The female assassin confessed everything she knew.

“My name is Heidi, and I was born in a small village on the coast of Sharm, near the city of Antioch. As you know, that area has long been the front line of conflict between Muslims and Roman Christians, and my parents died in this religious conflict.”

“After I became an orphan, a mysterious person took me in. I later learned that he was an assassin in an assassination cult. He taught me the skills of hiding and assassination, and ordered me to kill like a tyrant. Over time, my conscience and reason were gradually clouded, and I became a tool used by the group to assassinate political enemies.”

"Later, due to Mustafa's coup, order in Iraq, Jajra and other places fell into chaos. A Hejaz man named Haqawi, with Mustafa's protection, took the opportunity to recruit assassin forces in the area, and the sect I belonged to was one of them."

……

Subsequently, the female assassin named Hydia provided a great deal of relatively important intelligence, such as the organizational structure, operation methods, personnel training, base locations, and some little-known inside stories of the assassin group.

After saying this, Hedia added:

"As you said, Mustafa and Haqawi are both bloodthirsty hypocrites. We women living under such power are probably no better off than being in hellfire. I have personally witnessed countless women become sex slaves, and even women like me with a skill have not been spared... Therefore, I have officially decided to break with the Mustafa regime!"

She had cast aside all her piety, chastity, dignity, and professional honor. Her psychological defenses had been torn to shreds, and her original ideology had been shattered in a very short time. Now, she only wanted to distance herself from the Mustafa regime.

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After hearing this, Shahzani was still unsure whether Hydia had truly defected, but she had at least extracted a lot of valuable information from her.

Shahzani nodded slightly: "Very good, madam, I am satisfied with your answer. Live here in peace! Do not worry about your enemies. I will reconsider your treatment."

"Thank you for your boundless leniency, Your Majesty!" Shahzani's gentle words of comfort left Hydia overwhelmed with gratitude, but also filled with a complex mix of emotions: the excitement of surviving a disaster, the gratitude of being pardoned by the ruler, and so on.

“Nasakch!” Shahzani said to the female guards outside the cell gate, “Find some clothes for this lady, and give her the same food as ordinary prisoners. Don’t let her be naked and starving anymore.”

Chapter 209 The entire Mesopotamia is in complete chaos.

Just as Shahzani completed his strategic campaign to capture Basra and consolidate his occupation of southern Iraq, subtle changes were taking place on the other two fronts.

……

Jagila-Syria region, the hilly area near the city of Raqqa.

The military tents, like clouds, were hidden behind the ridge, with a complex array of spiked antler fences. The alert Hamdan infantrymen, spear in hand, vigilantly watched their surroundings.

Dust rose in the distance, and soon a scout dressed in Arab leather armor crossed the outer perimeter and entered Selim's command tent.

"Your Highness, the Yazidi army of Zayedi has set up an ambush in the north; the Christian army of Idris has set up an ambush in the south. Both have successfully repelled the invading Mustafa army," the scout reported.