Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 305 This method of killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own
Moreover, their families were all on the grasslands. Wait a minute, so they were the culprits behind this smallpox epidemic? Doesn't that mean they also carried smallpox? They were all infected too?
Mu Wenqiao swallowed hard. Anachi, who was usually vulgar and barbaric, suddenly turned around and stared at him as if by divine intervention, his eyes wide like copper bells.

“Tell me this has nothing to do with you.”

Mu Wenqiao could have easily denied it outright, but now that he was standing on foreign soil, and with his fellow villagers back home suffering unimaginable torment, he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single sophistry.

After a long while, he nodded painfully.

Anaki roared and pounced on him, knocking him to the ground and grabbing his neck with both hands like iron clamps.

"Do you know what you're doing? This is smallpox! Something that can wipe out an entire race! Do you know how many people will die? You brought this all the way from the grasslands. Do you know that smallpox doesn't discriminate based on whether you're from the grasslands or the Great Jing? My parents and siblings might all have contracted smallpox now. Don't you know any of this? You've always been smarter than me, I don't believe you don't know these things! Tell me, who told you to do this?!"

Mu Wenqiao was indeed rather weak and powerless to fight back at this moment, and perhaps he didn't even want to. An ominous blush appeared on his face, and seeing that he was about to be strangled to death, Anaki slowly released his grip.

"Cough cough cough..."

After a series of coughs, Mu Wenqiao, under the murderous glares of her brothers, explained softly.

"It is the Khan."

Anaki closed his eyes in pain.

"The gap between our grasslands and the Great Jing is too deep. If we don't take advantage of the transition between the old and new emperors, we may never have another chance. Besides, wouldn't it be better if the people of the Great Jing died of smallpox? That way, at least we won't have to worry about them swarming up like mosquitoes when we're fighting."

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

Anaki smacked him with a pestle. His hair and beard stood on end, and he was beyond words with rage.

"I thought you'd be a smart person, having studied the Great Jing culture since childhood, but I never expected you to be so foolish! What good would it do us if more Great Jing people died? Do you think they'd all be gone? If this gets out, as long as any of them are alive, their hatred for us will burn like a spark, never to be extinguished! Don't tell me the Great Jing people are as weak as lambs. We can boast about that in casual conversation, but if they were truly as weak as lambs, we wouldn't have suffered so many defeats in these years of fighting! We can defeat the Great Jing people openly through war, or we can use intrigue to sow discord between the old emperor and his successor, ultimately causing their division. But we absolutely cannot use such a vicious scheme; that would leave us infamous for eternity!"

"The Khan is always wise, how could he come up with such a method? It truly damages his reputation! Moreover, smallpox is contagious, it doesn't discriminate. The people of Dajing will get it, and so will we. Even if I'm lucky enough not to get it, I don't want my family to die from the plague. How could the Khan adopt such a method that kills a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of our own?" Mu Wenqiao was truly surprised that the usually rude Anaki could utter such wise words. He was somewhat embarrassed at this moment, but he couldn't deny that he also felt a little pleased. Since receiving the Khan's order, he hadn't been free from pain for a moment. He was also a living, breathing human being. He had no qualms about leading troops into battle and killing enemies, but to be forced to use such a vicious policy to destroy people's foundations was truly damaging to the reputation of a warrior.

He finally felt a little relieved to be able to speak now; it was too late to say anything more. The high-ranking military officers outside were watching them intently, and they must have already heard rumors from elsewhere. These few men didn't know if they would survive.

Wei Yuan had been waiting impatiently for a long time, so he simply waved his hand, and the well-trained soldiers around him had already drawn their bows and nocked arrows. Just before they were about to release the arrows, Anaki suddenly kicked open the door and walked out with a gloomy face.

“We have not violated the laws of the Great Jing Dynasty. Why have you come to arrest us, sir? Even if we have committed a crime, you should at least provide evidence.”

"You want evidence? The evidence is that the grasslands have invaded our borders. As people of the grasslands, your identities are particularly suspicious. I suspect you are spies sent by the grasslands. Since you've come out, come with us. Don't worry, my Great Jing is not as crude and barbaric as the grasslands. We will definitely give you an explanation according to the law. Everyone, shall we go now?"

"..."

The steppe people couldn't help but turn their gazes to Anaki. Without a doubt, he was the backbone of this group. What could Anaki do? The Khan was already at war with the Great Jing, and these Great Jing people probably wanted nothing more than to capture him and use him as a sacrifice for their banner. Even if they left with him, they wouldn't have a good end.

But the enemy has plenty of weapons...

How to do?
Anaki didn't hesitate for long, because Wei Yuan clearly wouldn't give them time to think. The next moment, he pounced like a cheetah, a scimitar gleaming in his hand.

Wei Yuan wasn't particularly surprised by his choice; these grassland people had always been like this. However, to think of a mutually destructive strategy while standing on the land of Da Jing was simply wishful thinking.

To be honest, these few steppe people were quite skilled in combat, but they couldn't compare to the superior strength of Wei Yuan's men. Moreover, they outnumbered him and were armed with powerful bows and swords. The battle quickly came to an end. Anaki was killed on the spot, and of the twenty-odd members of the delegation present, only three survived, one of whom was Mu Wenqiao.

Wei Yuan had anticipated this, and swiftly took the men to the Ministry of Justice. Chunyu Shuang, having become quite adept at interrogating prisoners, quickly extracted everything they knew from the three men. Even so, Chunyu Shuang's expression remained grim. Although she was far from the battlefield, she knew of the ongoing conflict between the Great Jing and the grasslands, but she never expected that Sachi, once known as the overlord of the grasslands, would make such a foolish move.

Chunyu Shuang was certain that the other side didn't know how to control smallpox, yet he still did it. Moreover, he'd heard that the grasslands would send soldiers infected with smallpox to fight on the battlefield, with the aim of infecting the Great Jing soldiers. Even if those grassland soldiers were initially loyal, how could they not be enraged to witness their brothers and comrades die under such a treacherous scheme? Therefore, Sachi's true intention was to conquer Great Jing before the uprising could erupt!

How could Chunyu Shuang not be angry?
(End of this chapter)