Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 358 Nothing more than that
Even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, he still refused to fall asleep because he was waiting, waiting for someone who was about to appear.

Even though the other party didn't show up until late at night, Sachi was still confident that the other party would definitely come to see him.

Sure enough, as the night deepened and all the excited soldiers finally succumbed to sleepiness and went to rest, a tall figure slowly walked in through the darkness.

Sachi was imprisoned in an open area surrounded by iron bars, with a fine wire mesh covering the ground. This open space was designed to prevent any attempt to break him out.

But probably no one comes to the prison now, right? After all, the entire grassland royal family has been wiped out, leaving only Namtso, and who knows where he has escaped to.

When the newcomer saw the exhausted and weak grassland king leaning against the iron railing, a slight upward curve slowly appeared on his lips.

The newcomer made no attempt to conceal their appearance; after all, no one in this military camp would dare to stop them. The moonlight was bright, seemingly tinged with frost, but the newcomer's face was hidden in the shadows amidst the silvery frost, as if poised to strike at any moment.

Sachi awoke from a brief nightmare, still reeling from the shock, when he felt an irresistible aches emanating from deep within his body. Only then did he begin to notice the person standing before him. Sachi scrutinized the person's face, as if trying to etch it into his memory forever, until the moment of his death.

"You came."

"You want to see me? I don't seem to have any connection with the Khan."

"How could we not have a relationship? You and I are practically brothers in arms. If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up like this, locked in a cage, like an animal!"

At this point, Sachi could no longer contain his anger and slammed his fist on the iron railing beside him, producing a dull, crisp sound.

The sound carried further and further into the night, but the soldiers who were supposed to guard them day and night seemed to be deaf, making no sound at all.

Seeing this, Sachi realized that the other party had firmly taken control of the military camp, and couldn't help but find it somewhat ridiculous.

"Those two idiots, Yuchi Mingxi and Lin Chongshan! They just stood by and watched you seize the entire military camp. Are they really willing to hand over what they've painstakingly built up over a decade to strangers just because of some pitiful paternal affection and old friendship? Is this what you Central Plains people call friendship? It's disgusting."

The newcomer suddenly laughed, with an indescribable languor.

"I thought the Khan would reveal some more useful information, but it turns out he was just grumbling. If it's just for complaining, then I'd better go back to sleep. It's a complete waste of time."

Before this, whether from the grasslands or the Central Plains, who would dare speak such words to the grassland king? Even Yuchi Mingxi and Lin Chongshan would politely listen to what he had to say. They never expected this brat, a mere newborn calf, to dare disregard them!

But now, even a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs, and Sachi could only console himself with this thought before calming his breathing. "Ying Jiuque, I've always been surprised by your sudden appearance. To be honest, over the past ten years, I'd almost forgotten you existed. Ying Chongming only had one daughter in his life, and logically, even if she died, she would have made proper arrangements for you before she died. But all these years, I haven't heard any news of you from the Central Plains. It's said that your biological father abandoned you on a farm to fend for yourself. That makes me even more puzzled. Lin Wei is a despicable and shameless man who would abandon his wife and daughter to climb the social ladder. He said he'd just leave you on the farm and not care about you anymore. Naturally, the people on the farm wouldn't treat you like a young lady from a wealthy family. Can you answer my question? How did a rough and uncouth girl from a farm suddenly appear before people and learn to read and write? Don't tell me you were born with knowledge and could remember things at a glance."

Jiu Que took a step forward, and a face that bore a striking resemblance to General Ying Chongming suddenly appeared before him. Even Sachi couldn't help but shrink his pupils, as if he had seen an old friend, who was also his greatest enemy in this life. Of course, the title of greatest enemy should now be awarded to Ying Jiu Que, after all, even Ying Chongming himself had failed to wipe them out in one fell swoop, and had even driven the grasslands to this point.

This made him even more curious. It would be one thing if Ying Chongming inherited his talent for leading troops into battle. But how did he manage to be so literate, so adept at navigating officialdom, and so trusted by the emperor of the Central Plains?
Sachi had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

Jiu Que casually twirled the embroidery on his sleeve, his face showing an indifferent expression.

"What does it matter to you how I learned to read and write? Sachi, life is short, and you're about to die. You have to say something practical so I can answer your questions."

Sachi paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"Now that things have come to this, I really don't know what you don't know. You've captured the entire royal family of the grasslands, what else do you want to know?"

Sachi himself could certainly withstand torture, but he couldn't guarantee that his sons, brothers, or even subordinates could endure it. Even ants try to survive, let alone living people. If someone wants to extract information, they will always find various methods, and there will always be a way to pry open someone's mouth.

Strangely enough, Sachi, who himself had little chance of survival, seemed quite concerned about Jiu Que's question. He suddenly remembered a possibility.

"You want to know the cause of Ying Chongming's death?"

Jiu Que didn't speak. He just stood quietly in place, his gaze seemingly looking at Sachi, yet also as if he were looking through Sachi at someone else.

Sachi, convinced he had grasped Jiu Que's pulse, smiled faintly. Sure enough, women were always so driven by emotion. Even if she knew what had happened back then, what difference would it make? Ying Chongming couldn't come back to life.

It seems that he could draw strength from this incident, which is why Sachi Khan could laugh out loud even in such a situation.

That's human nature. When faced with absolute defeat, if they can find even the slightest flaw in their enemy, they will seize upon it without hesitation and ridicule it. It's as if this proves they aren't afraid.

However, Ying Jiuque remained silent, his expression calm, even gazing at the other with a pitying look. This, in turn, became unbearable for Sachi Khan.

He almost immediately flew into a rage.

"What are you looking at? Why are you looking at me?! Don't you want to know the cause of Ying Chongming's death?! Hahaha! As a daughter, instead of thinking about investigating her mother's death and avenging her, you're leisurely playing the role of your Lord Ying, how laughable! Ying Chongming's daughter is nothing special!"