Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 342 Conspiracy?

Jiu Que also noticed the man charging towards her like a whirlwind, seemingly unstoppable. Wasn't this the grassland prince, Muldur, whom she had only met recently? She had assumed he would leave under the cover of these men, but unexpectedly, he had returned.

This is certainly a kind of courage, but isn't it also another kind of foolishness?

Especially when she looked back at the despair that was almost overflowing on Sachi Khan's face, Jiu Que almost couldn't help but laugh, but in order to maintain her image, she still restrained herself and curled the corners of her mouth.

Well, since the other party is so eager, why should she refuse?
Generals Wang and Li kept their mission firmly in mind, closely following behind Commander Ying. However, watching Commander Ying wield his power on the battlefield, taking down one or more grassland soldiers with a single shot, they began to question their own purpose in being there. What's it like to have a superior who's even more capable than you? They felt like green recruits in front of Commander Ying.

Jiu Que didn't have time to care what the two of them were thinking. Before Mu Erton rushed over, she had already confronted the absent-minded Namtso. This person was quite interesting; despite being seriously injured, he was hiding it from everyone. She wondered why; was he suffering for no reason?

"Qiang!"

Namtso barely managed to block the spear that Jiuque was throwing at him. No wonder she was someone who could rival Muldur; in terms of strength, this woman before him was truly formidable. It was just a pity that such a person was his enemy.

In his prime, Namtso might have been a formidable opponent. Unfortunately, having been wounded in the chest and exhausted from running for nearly a day and a night, he was no match for Jiuque. After a few rounds, he was struck in the lumbar spine by the spear, his body went limp, stars flashed before his eyes, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth and nose, nearly causing him to faint.

Just as Jiu Que shook the rope in his hand, preparing to tie up the little prince, Mu Die finally broke through the encirclement and arrived in front of him, throwing out a broken knife that he had snatched from some unlucky fellow, cutting the rope in Jiu Que's hand. At the same time, his warhorse charged forward ferociously and bit Jiu Que's horse hard.

Fortunately, Jiu Que's warhorse was no pushover. With a thud, it rammed into its opponent, sending Mu Erdon staggering backward with the force. But it was precisely this that allowed him to finally separate Namtso from Ying Jiu Que. How could Namtso, in his current physical condition, possibly defeat this monster? Don't think that just because he acted nonchalant the whole way, you couldn't see it; he was clearly severely injured, but refused to show it. Ultimately, wasn't it all because of that damned pride?

"Lord Ying is a military officer, how could he be so lacking in manners? How could he lay a hand on someone who is seriously injured?"

Ying Jiuque smiled as she looked at the other man, her gaze lingering on his chest for a moment. As expected of Sachi Khan's most outstanding son, despite suffering such severe injuries, he was now moving without hindrance. This terrifying recovery ability was undoubtedly the strongest she had ever seen.

However, this question is indeed not very appropriate.

"I'm really sorry, but we're enemies now. Besides, you didn't stop your attack when our general was sick. Why are you demanding saintly standards from me now? You know, I'm just a woman."

"..."

Although the other person was smiling and speaking very gently, for some reason, Muer felt a huge wave of mockery coming at him.

Well, he had nothing to say about it; he had only been trying to attract Ying Jiuque's attention. Cautiously observing the other's unmoving figure, Murdon felt immense pressure. Back when General Ying Chongming roamed the northern frontier, he was just a child. Of course, there were prominent figures on the grasslands in that era, but all those uncles and elders who encountered General Ying were utterly demoralized and never recovered.

The only one who could continue fighting was his own father, Khan.

Back then, in his youthful ignorance, he often mocked his useless uncles behind their backs, thinking they were so afraid of just a slightly stronger woman. But now, facing Ying Jiuque in person, he suddenly realized that his uncles' dejection wasn't without reason; perhaps there truly are born generals in this world. For the first eighteen years, Ying Jiuque was unknown; even in the Northern Frontier, few knew that General Ying had such a daughter. Yet, in the six months since her appearance, she had risen like a star, attracting everyone's attention and shattering his pride.

The two had already clashed, and the immense force from their weapons made his arm go numb and blood trickle from the corner of his mouth.

This was the second time he had experienced such force. But even now, Murden still wanted to ask one more question.

"Are you the peerless genius they're talking about? You've achieved such success in your first time leading troops into battle. You must be very proud of yourself."

The trash talk exchanged during a fight had no effect on Jiu Que. However, she still kindly offered an explanation.

"No, you're wrong. There may be so-called geniuses in this world, but I'm not one of them. I'm just an ordinary person."

Her words came from the bottom of her heart, but unfortunately, Murdon didn't seem to believe her. However, it was understandable; saying such things at this time was most likely a reference to Versailles. Of course, Murdon didn't know the meaning of "Versailles," but she instinctively felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach. How could she be so good at pretending? There's a saying among the Central Plains people: "Playing dumb to fool others." Was Ying Jiuque feigning incompetence?
It's ridiculous. On their grasslands, there's no need to play dumb to fool others. As long as you show absolute strength, you'll gain the favor of your superiors.

But it's no use saying all this now. Multon took a deep breath, hooked his foot on the stirrup, and became surprisingly agile. He swung his long sword, creating a circular shadow that trapped Jiuque within it.

It was obvious that the other person seemed to be stunned for a moment. Before the smile on Multon's lips could even appear, a long sigh was heard.

"Your Highness, this trick won't work on me. After all, you learned this skill from the Central Plains, didn't you?"

Murdoch felt a sharp jolt in his heart.

"You're talking nonsense! I clearly learned this from the nomadic hermits of the grasslands..."

Murden suddenly froze. He realized he had never seen the true face of that steppe ronin before. After all, the man was filthy, his hair and beard tangled together, covering his entire face. Who could tell whether he looked like a Central Plains person or a steppe person?
On the battlefield, the worst thing is to be distracted. In just a moment of hesitation, Jiu Que seized the opportunity. His spear, like a cold star, swiftly broke through the enemy's net of blades and attacked Mu Erton's throat.

(End of this chapter)