Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 331 Abandonment
Emotionally, Namtso didn't want to believe Ying Jiuque's words, but reason told him that all of this was indeed possible, just like the faint rumble of thunder they heard before entering the gourd-shaped mouth. At that time, they could comfort themselves that it was just thunder in the sky—not to mention how rare thunder is in winter—but this conjecture was shattered when they witnessed firsthand the exploding fire jars thrown down by the Northern Frontier Army, and the wooden crates that inexplicably burst open. Since Ying Jiuque said so, does that mean that Ying Jiuque obtained all these weapons?

"No wonder the Northern Frontier Army didn't have such strange weapons before you came. Young Master Ying, no, Lord Ying, this makes me even more curious. Before this, you were just the daughter of an official in the capital. Even if you weren't highly regarded, you were still a lady of good family. Who would teach you martial arts, who would teach you such strange weapons? You're not going to tell me that this was something the long-deceased General Ying told you in a dream, are you?"

While locked in combat with his opponent, Namtso did not forget his primary objective. To be honest, he talked so much that even Jiuque was getting annoyed.

“Young prince, if you’re going to fight, then fight. Why are you talking so much? If you’re trying to provoke me, then forget it. I have no interest in what you’re saying. I’m more interested in your life, though. Otherwise, give me your head, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Jiu Que kicked her warhorse hard in the belly. Her strength was immense. Because of this kick, the warhorse, which had been ravaged in the mouth of the gourd but remained stubborn, let out a painful neigh and collapsed to the ground.

As he fell, Namtso, who was on top of him, also tumbled to the ground. However, as he fell, he reacted quickly by grabbing Jiu Que's clothes and trying to pin him down. But Jiu Que only struggled slightly, and he was overwhelmed.

A person born with superhuman strength, even without martial arts skills, could inflict devastating damage with a mere gesture, especially since Jiu Que didn't care whether the other party was killed. In the struggle, Namtso was hit hard several times. Regardless of whether there was any redness or swelling, Namtso felt that her bones were about to be broken.

He retaliated almost through gritted teeth. How could this woman possess such strength? How unfair was fate, giving such power to a woman, especially a woman from the Great Jing Kingdom? On the grasslands, people often whispered that their little prince had a silver tongue, capable of turning black into white and white into black. Although Namtso didn't think the nickname was anything special, he had never wished as much as he did now that Ying Jiuque would listen to him. Yet, although the woman opposite him seemed full of flaws, strangely enough, her emotions hadn't wavered at all because of his words!

This is illogical. Any child, upon hearing that their mother's cause of death is suspicious, would surely investigate. Yet this woman managed to do so; she is truly heartless!

Let's not even talk about whether we can move the other party now; he's about to be beaten to death.

Why isn't that idiot Molton here yet? Is he going to just watch me get beaten to death? He's already stalling for time like this...

The next moment, Namtso's roar suddenly rang out. A tall, towering black figure rushed up, wielding a long sword that slashed at Jiu Que. Jiu Que, who could have ended Namtso's life with the tip of his sword, had no choice but to turn around and defend.

"Lord Ying!"

Wang and Li followed closely behind, their faces full of guilt. They never expected that even the two of them combined couldn't defeat Muldur. The title of the number one warrior of the grasslands was indeed well-deserved.

When Jiuque and Muldun clashed, Jiuque realized that the two generals from before were no match for him. The fact that this greatest warrior of the grasslands could still be so valiant despite being severely wounded was truly beyond his expectations. However, on the battlefield, bravery alone is not enough.

Murdon's combat experience was simply too rich. Jiu Que fought him for thirty rounds, barely maintaining her balance only thanks to her immense strength. The surrounding soldiers were anxious to step forward, but the problem was that they couldn't get involved at all. Even Generals Wang and Li couldn't easily intervene in a battle of this caliber. At this moment, the two of them were also wondering to themselves, wasn't it said that Lord Ying grew up in the capital? Could women from that place really practice martial arts? And could they be so skilled? When she first appeared in the military camp, they did know that this Lord Ying possessed superhuman strength, unparalleled in the world, but at that time, her martial arts skills didn't seem particularly high. Could there really be such a prodigy in this world, achieving in just a few months the results of decades of hard training for others?

Namtso stood disheveled to one side, his personal guards rushing over to shield him. Having finally regained his footing, he stared at the two figures locked in a chaotic battle, his gaze lingering on the large bloodstain on Muldor's leather armor. It was the wound inflicted by the explosion inside the gourd's mouth.

Gritting his teeth, Namtso knew he couldn't afford to linger there any longer. He immediately ordered a retreat!

"But the Little Prince..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Get out of here!"

How rare! For almost twenty years, no steppe soldiers have ever retreated so openly. After all, they're so proud. Especially the cavalry, who are known as invincible on the plains. I never imagined they'd be preparing to retreat after only a few rounds of direct combat with their Lord Ying.

Tsk tsk tsk, who would believe that if this got out?
Even if the grassland soldiers were resentful, they could only obey the little prince's orders and retreat desperately. The Great Jing soldiers had finally seized such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could they let them retreat so easily?
The two sides fought fiercely for a time, making a safe retreat by the steppe soldiers absolutely impossible.

At this moment, Namtso seemed to have finally made up his mind and exchanged a glance with Muldun, who was fighting with Jiuque.

A deep pain flashed in Multon's eyes, but he still nodded quietly, and then jumped out of the battle despite the cost of a cut on his arm.

At that very moment, Murdon looked up and let out a shrill howl, a sound that sounded exactly like the howl of a prairie wolf.

Even Generals Wang and Li, who were stationed at the border year-round, had never heard such a sound before. They quickly realized what it meant, for almost every steppe soldier in sight unhesitatingly abandoned their baggage, leaped onto their comrades' horses, and galloped away into the distance. The remaining horses, under the direction of a few steppe soldiers, ran wildly back and forth. They had abandoned their precious warhorses and fled!
(End of this chapter)