I started as a concubine, and I made the crown prince cry with my delicious food.

Xiao Jingshi's gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing through dozens of feet and precisely striking Yue Zhuo.

Yue Zhuo's heart trembled violently.

She saw something in those eyes that she had never seen before.

It wasn't the complexity and struggle that "Canglang" felt when he looked at her.

Rather, it was a kind of majesty and indifference that belonged to a higher level, which she could not understand.

It was as if he was no longer the man she had taken in, but someone she needed to look up to.

This feeling made her extremely uncomfortable and also gave her a sense of inexplicable panic.

Xiao Jingshi didn't give her any more time to think.

With all his might, he threw the black wolf-head armor, stained with his blood, fiercely and resolutely toward Yue Zhuo!

call--

The heavy armor traced an arc through the air, tumbling like a piece of rubbish abandoned by its master, before finally crashing heavily into the mud not far from Moonburn's warhorse with a "bang."

The black wolf helmet rolled twice on the ground, face up, its empty eye sockets seemingly mocking something silently.

This action was like a resounding slap across Yue Zhuo's face, and also a slap across the faces of all the barbarians.

In front of everyone, he threw back their proud symbol of warriors like trash!

This is the most complete rift! The most public humiliation!

Yue Zhuo stared intently at the armor lying in the mud, the one she had personally draped over him.

She felt her heart, along with the armor, shatter into pieces.

She knew that the "Blue Wolf" was truly dead.

She died by her own hand.

After doing all this, Xiao Jingshi didn't even glance at her again.

He slowly turned around and faced the Liang soldiers who were completely stunned.

The wound on his left shoulder was still bleeding profusely, and the intense pain made his face grow increasingly pale.

But he stood ramrod straight.

Like a gun that would rather break than bend.

His thin figure, soaked in blood, exuded an aura of power that made people afraid to look directly at him in the firelight.

Those Liang soldiers who were originally full of murderous intent were now trembling slightly with their hands holding their spears.

Their minds have turned to mush.

The man before them... saved their general, wore their clothes, was ordered to be shot dead by the barbarian princess, and then unhesitatingly mutilated himself, using his own blood to discard the barbarian armor...

All of this was far beyond their comprehension.

The image of "spy" in their minds has completely collapsed.

They looked at him and, instinctively, took one step back.

Zhao Yi had stopped struggling, and his two bodyguards had also let go of him.

Everyone stared blankly at the man covered in blood in the center of the field.

An eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield.

The only sounds were the crackling of the torches and the dripping of blood from Xiao Jingshi's wounds.

Xiao Jingshi took a step forward.

The soldiers surrounding him all took another step back.

He raised his eyes, his gaze slowly sweeping over each bewildered, shocked, and helpless face before him.

Finally, his gaze fell on Zhao Yi, who was already in tears.

He opened his mouth, his throat hoarse from blood loss, but with a clarity that overwhelmed all the noise of the battlefield, he spoke, word by word:

"I am Xiao Jingshi."

Just four words.

There was no thunderous roar, yet all the noise instantly fell silent.

Xiao... Jing Shi?

This name... is known to everyone in the Great Liang!

They were killed on the battlefield by the barbarians who hated them so much they wanted to eat their flesh and sleep on their skin... His Highness the Crown Prince's name!

Zhao Yi's body trembled violently. His eyes widened and his mouth was agape enough to fit an egg.

Every single soldier froze in place, as if they had been frozen in place.

Their brains were frantically processing this information.

He said...who is he?

Xiao Jingshi!

How could he possibly be Xiao Jingshi?!

Amidst the overwhelming shock of everyone present, Xiao Jingshi uttered his next words.

His voice was still hoarse, but it carried an innate and unquestionable supreme authority.

"The Crown Prince of Liang".

boom--!

Zhao Yi could no longer hold on, and with a "thump," he knelt heavily on the ground!

He wasn't exhausted, but rather overjoyed at regaining what he had lost and surrendered to it from the very core of his being!

"Your Highness..."

He burst into tears.

The soldiers dropped their spears with a clatter.

They looked at the man before them, his pale face, his blood-stained clothes, and his eyes that shone brightly in the firelight.

That air of authority, that majesty...

Besides that legendary born general and crown prince of Liang, who else could it be?!

it is true……

Everything is true!

He took a slow, deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the air of his homeland into his lungs.

Then, he used all his remaining strength to announce his return.

"I'm back."