Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 355 Won
"Ha ha ha ha--"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of Dajing couldn't help but burst into laughter and echoed their agreement.

“That’s right! Lord Ying is right. Every grassland person is good at singing and dancing. Although this grassland king is a bit old, he may have a unique style when he dances. In addition, these grassland royals are worshipped by thousands of people every day. They must have seen a lot of good songs and dances. They will surely be a refreshing experience for our emperor.”

Hearing the mocking laughter of the Central Plains people around them, Sachi Khan and the other steppe royalty were all red with rage, wishing they could personally kill these lowly people who dared to ridicule them. Unfortunately, they were currently at a disadvantage. Moreover, even the eldest prince had died at the hands of the enemy's commander; what chance did these lowly minions have of survival?
Therefore, this one-sided war quickly came to an end. As for the five grassland shamans, it was not difficult for Cui Zhufeng to stop and defeat them.

Moreover, tens of thousands of soldiers were watching them intently from the surrounding area.

Ying Jiuque sat on her horse, standing far away. Senior Cui Zhufeng naturally didn't need to worry; the two guards bestowed upon her by His Majesty were quite skilled. However, Generals Wang and Li, who had already fought for a while, were now somewhat at a disadvantage due to insufficient strength.

Seeing that they were somewhat exhausted, Jiu Que took out a strange-looking thing from his pocket. It looked somewhat similar to a monocular telescope, but upon closer inspection, it had a trigger that could be pulled.

Aiming at the elusive shaman, Jiu Que narrowed his eyes and aimed carefully. The grassland shaman, fighting Generals Wang and Li, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, an unprecedented sense of crisis washing over him. His intuition, honed through countless life-or-death experiences, made him abruptly shift his body to the left. But the next moment, he felt a sharp, burning pain in his right side. The sensation was so intense that even someone as trained as him couldn't help but groan and stagger a few steps. Generals Wang and Li, working in perfect unison, rushed forward, their weapons flashing, and the shaman's head fell to the ground.

The severed head on the ground seemed to signal a move. Immediately afterward, Cui Zhufeng's two opponents were captured. Her two palm strikes shattered their shoulder blades, the force of her blows traveling along their meridians, causing the two shamans, whose movements were as unpredictable as the wind, to collapse weakly to the ground. Cui Zhufeng was a cautious killer; due to her unparalleled talent, her master had taught her from a young age to be careful in her actions. Therefore, she hesitated now. How should she kill these two?

Jiu Que could see the other party's hesitation from afar. He sighed softly, picked up the crudely made gun in his hand, aimed it at the two limp and fallen shamans, and fired two shots, sending them to their deaths.

Senior Cui was too soft-hearted. People like these must be talents secretly cultivated behind the scenes of the grasslands. If she let them go, who knows what other strange tricks they might have up their sleeves? After all, she hadn't noticed where these shamans were hiding before. When they flew out at the crucial moment, it really gave her a big fright.

To be honest, seeing this scene, Cui Zhufeng felt somewhat helpless. It wasn't that she couldn't bring herself to do it, but she was just wondering what method to use. Oh well, Jiu Que was just that kind of person who loved to worry, and she was already used to it. Although she thought this way, Cui Zhufeng still managed a smile.

With three of them already dead, the remaining two, unable to hold out any longer, were quickly cut down. Moments later, only five bloodied corpses remained on the ground. As for the steppe soldiers who desperately tried to break through to the surrounding areas, they were either killed or captured.

Many people, swords in hand, stood panting heavily on the battlefield, their faces blank, seemingly still in shock, until they heard the cheers of their comrades around them, and then they suddenly realized: They had won?
Yes, they really won.

It was almost unbelievable, yet it also seemed perfectly natural. "We won..."

"we won."

"The grassland people have lost to us!"

"Lord Ying! Lord Ying! You really are him!"

Many soldiers who had realized what was happening gave Jiu Que a thumbs up. Jiu Que had done this to several seriously wounded soldiers before, and they hadn't expected it to spread among the soldiers. Now, everyone was full of praise for Jiu Que, who was covered in blood and looked a little tired.

Although they were somewhat bewildered by their victory in this war, and couldn't understand why these grassland people were so unusually stupid, walking into the trap so naively and losing time and time again without repenting, they knew that all of this was due to Lord Ying's strategic planning.

Lady Ying truly lives up to her reputation as General Ying's daughter; the Ying family bloodline is born for the battlefield. She's incredibly capable!

Hearing the deafening cheers from all around, Jiu Que couldn't help but smile. The plan had come to a successful conclusion. However, even in victory, vigilance was still necessary. He gently calmed the crowd's excited emotions, then instructed them to quickly clean up the battlefield. The fallen Great Jing soldiers should naturally be taken back for a proper burial. As for the grassland barbarians, they could be left here for now; many carnivores on the grasslands would be starving in the winter. They would check back in a few days to see if the area was cleaned up. If not, then they could consider burying them, after all, what if there were still fragments of corpses breeding bacteria?

"Take good care of these nomadic tribesmen. They are all very precious. Make sure they don't die before they are sent to the capital. His Majesty is waiting to see their song and dance performance. The ceremony of presenting the captives will surely be spectacular."

"Yes!"

Everyone was happily cleaning up the battlefield, but when Jiu Que looked into the distance, a barely perceptible hint of struggle flashed in his eyes.

Namtso was seriously injured, and according to ordinary people's thinking, he certainly wouldn't survive. But these grassland shamans have all sorts of strange methods, and they might have a way to keep him alive. But even if Namtso could leave alive, what use would it be? Their elite troops had all been wiped out, and what remained on this battlefield were only the old, weak, and disabled soldiers, who were also suffering from smallpox. Under such circumstances, what power could they possibly have to resist?
Even so, Namtso is a ticking time bomb. Although he is physically weaker and less physically powerful than Prince Murdon, a person's strength lies not in their fighting prowess, but in their overall qualities. Namtso possesses considerable fighting ability, coupled with his exceptional intelligence and quick wit; who knows if he might return with a vengeance?
Given this concern, Jiu Que didn't intend to completely ignore it. He seized this opportunity to thoroughly cleanse the grassland, preventing future trouble. Although this grassland was vast and boundless, it eventually had an end. At the end of this grassland lay continents or oceans?