Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 357 Joke
They had long harbored suspicions about this, and now that they had finally found the opportunity, they had to ask for clarification.
Surrounded by a group of people, Jiu Que smiled. Of course, she had to smile more when faced with such a good thing. However, she couldn't really be called a master strategist; she was just making a few feints based on the situation.

"I can understand what happened at Huluzui. They wanted to choose a hidden path to avoid alerting the Northern Frontier Pass. I really didn't expect that the weapons Lord Ying provided would be so effective. Quite a few people must have died in that battle, right? Serves them right! The grasslands have always looked down on our Great Jing soldiers, but this time they fell into a trap and suffered heavy losses. Even the Khan was captured by us. I want to see what they have left to say we are weak and useless. Speaking of which, Lord Ying is truly amazing! To be able to win such a great victory at such a young age, he has truly surpassed his master."

"That's right. I heard that if the little prince hadn't had the help of the holy shaman, he probably would have been captured as well, which would have allowed his whole family to be reunited."

"I remember the old Khan's condition isn't very good. Will he be able to hold on until we return to the capital?"

"Don't worry, we have Physician Xie here. His medical skills are superb. Look, even General Lin can sit and walk freely now."

"Really? But we still have to go through all the trouble of treating the enemy, isn't that a bit much?"

"What's wrong with that? I think it's just right. The war between the grasslands and us has dragged on for decades without a clear victor. What Saqi wants most is to show off his power before our Emperor, isn't it? Bringing him back this time is the best way to appease him. Besides, His Majesty has long admired this Saqi Khan. This time, our logistics have been incredibly smooth. With such a monarch behind us, shouldn't we try to win his favor? Who knows what kind of person the next emperor will be?"

"Fifth brother, I think you've had too much horse piss on your head! What nonsense are you spouting! Who becomes the next emperor is none of our business. I think our fate is to stay here in the northern frontier. But now the grassland people are all scared of being beaten, and they're probably hiding in some corner of the country. Our mission of guarding the frontier might be coming to an end."

“That’s perfect for retiring from military service. I’ve been exposed to the cold winds here for decades, and my face is all chapped. I’ll have to go back and find a wife and have a bunch of kids.”

"That's all you've got. Ordinary women can't stand our rough skin. It would be a great honor if the women of our Women's Army could even look at us."

"You said yourself that it has to be something you like, right... Anyway, don't get too drunk. Tomorrow's pursuit of the grasslands, if you don't want to think about adding to your brother's merits, then drink a few more bowls."

"Bullshit! I'm not going to hand over my credit to anyone else. Not even my own brothers. I'm counting on these battle merits to exchange for land!"

After chatting idly for a while, they continued to press for more questions.

Unable to answer the questions, I could only pick out the interesting ones to tell everyone, especially the part about why the grassland army walked right into the trap.

"I brought a large batch of stones with me when I went into battle this time. These are called magnets. I found some with high purity and refined them, and buried them along the only route from the Northern Frontier Pass to the depths of the grasslands. The grassland people rely on their hawks overhead, their experienced horses, and finally their own intuition to find their way across the vast grasslands. Burying too many of these magnets will affect the magnetic fields of living things. The hawks, the horses, and even the human senses will be confused. With a clever arrangement, coupled with their panic and chaos, I'm not afraid they won't run towards the ambush I've laid."

"And I've also seen it. The so-called divine medicine brewed by those grassland shamans is actually nothing more than a mixture of some anti-inflammatory and swelling-reducing herbs, unknown mud, and a large amount of livestock blood. The key is that they don't boil it long enough, and the livestock blood contains a lot of germs. What's more, they directly pour the brewed medicine into the blood. A lucky few people might experience a reduction in their symptoms from this kind of divine medicine, but the vast majority of people will feel unwell."

“You see, when our army used to get soybean scabs treated, we had to disinfect ourselves and prepare our bodies beforehand. During the reaction period, we also had to eat more oily food to boost our strength. They don’t have that kind of time.”

"Most of them were infected with smallpox, wounded in the war, panicked, and even drank spiked drugs while fleeing. It would be difficult for them to win!" Everyone was stunned when they heard this, looking at each other, and finally couldn't help but give a thumbs up. They could understand what Jiu Que said individually, but to combine it all together, apply it so effectively in a war, was truly a challenge for them.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Jiu Que's head with envy, their eyes practically overflowing with admiration.

"Tell me, we're all human, and we're even a few years older than Lord Ying, so why don't we have his brilliant minds?"

"Don't put me in the same group as you! I'm smart enough to handle this."

The crowd immediately erupted into chaos again.

Lin Chongshan sat in the chair. Because she was still recovering from poisoning, she was not allowed to drink alcohol tonight and could only drink bland tea and beverages. However, she seemed to be drunk, her face was flushed, and her gaze towards Jiu Que was full of pride and love.

This is bound to be a war that will go down in history, and Jiu Que, who played a major role in this war, will be remembered by future generations. All the methods she used in this war will be dissected and studied in detail by others.

With just this one battle, this child is already worthy of being listed in the annals of generals throughout history.

Tonight, some people are naturally very happy, but for others, it is probably a dark and gloomy hell.

Sachi Khan was still clinging to life. A remarkably handsome young man had come by today, giving him several pills and inserting many silver needles into his body. He knew this was the medical skill of the Great Jing people.

It's ridiculous. I had been longing to stand firm at the Northern Frontier Pass for so long, but I never expected that when my footprints were finally imprinted here, it would be when I was captured by the enemy.

So this is what the Northern General's camp, which he had longed for for over 20 years, looked like. It seemed more prosperous than he had imagined, yet simpler than he had remembered. So this was the place where the Northern Frontier Army, with whom he had fought for so many years, lived.

In truth, he did not want the other party to heal him; he wanted to die proudly as a king. However, he was now so weak that he could hardly move a finger and could only let others do whatever they wanted to his body.

He couldn't live when he wanted to, and now he can't die even when he wants to.

His life seems like a joke.