The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

Now the king was truly panicked. He kept turning his head left and right, trying to break free from the golden man's grasp. But how could a mere child possibly overpower a golden soldier?

The soldier was quite annoyed that Wang Zhenhuan was not cooperating. He simply grabbed Wang Zhenhuan's chin with one hand and then quickly wiped his face a few times with his other hand, which was covered in water.

The golden man's hands were rough and strong, covered in calluses, which made Wang Huanzhen's face sting. But now that his hands were bound, he was truly a fallen phoenix, worse off than a chicken.

Wang Zhenhuan felt like a monkey, being manipulated and toyed with at will by this Jurchen man. The mocking laughter of the Jurchen soldiers around him made his face flush red.

Once the golden man released his grip, the young woman stepped forward and looked him up and down, then burst into laughter. Pointing at Wang Huanzhen, she said, "Aren't you supposed to be high and mighty? Aren't you supposed to understand propriety, righteousness, and morality? Then hurry up and let them come and save you!"

Wang Zhenhuan knew that the girl was seeking revenge for her previous provocation. His face flushed red, and he tilted his head, remaining silent. The humiliation in his heart was almost driving him to lose his mind, and he even had suicidal thoughts.

The saying "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated" perfectly illustrates this point. Seeing that he remained silent, the young woman's face darkened with displeasure. She drew her riding whip from her waist and lashed it down at Wang Huanzhen.

Wang Zhenhuan couldn't dodge in time, and a burning sensation immediately spread across his face. He knew without even looking that there was a bloody mark on his face. He endured the pain, staring wide-eyed at the girl.

Although I had met this girl before, I had never observed her so closely before. She looked quite young, only about fifteen or sixteen years old.

She had fair skin, a high nose bridge, and a pair of jade-like eyes that were fixed on Wang Zhenhuan. Although the girl had obvious features of a different race, Wang Zhenhuan had to admit that she was a beauty.

"Insolence! You blind bastard, you lowly Han Chinese!"

Just as Wang Huanzhen was glaring at the girl, the Jurchen soldier behind her suddenly shouted in broken Chinese, while raising his whip in his right hand to strike her.

Wang Zhenhuan stiffened his neck, not backing down, but instead shifting his gaze, glaring angrily at the Jurchen soldier. Seeing Wang Zhenhuan's arrogance, the soldier was instantly enraged.

A whip was about to lash out. Wang Huanzhen stared wide-eyed at the whip in the Jin man's hand. His only thought was: he absolutely couldn't close his eyes! He couldn't let the Jin man underestimate him!

Before the golden man's whip could even fall, it was severed by the girl's drawn scimitar. And the scimitar she used was none other than the one he had seen in the dilapidated temple earlier.

At the time, he thought it was just an ornament, but he never expected the scimitar to be so sharp that it cut the horsewhip in the hand of the Jin soldier in half without making a sound.

Why did you hit him? Who gave you permission to do so?

The girl angrily berated the Jin soldier, and to Wang Zhenhuan's surprise, a look of panic appeared on the soldier's face. He immediately dismounted.

He knelt before the girl, repeatedly explaining something in the language of the Jin people. The girl, instead of appreciating his explanation, lashed out and lashed the soldier with her whip.

After being whipped, the soldier actually got up with a grateful look on his face and slunk away, leading his horse to the back of the column. This series of changes left Wang Zhenzhen dumbfounded.

"Where did you come from? Where are you going? Why are you following me? Are you after me because I'm pretty and alone, and you have malicious intentions?"

The girl turned her head, looked at Wang Zhenhuan with a mocking expression, and said in a slightly flirtatious tone. Wang Zhenhuan was speechless upon hearing the girl's words; he didn't even know how to answer her.

Seeing Wang Zhenhuan speechless, the girl thought she had made a good point, so she happily stepped forward, patted Wang Zhenhuan on the shoulder, and said to him.

"We Jurchens are not like you Han Chinese. We have nothing to be ashamed of when we like someone. We just say it openly. You're supposed to be a man. Why didn't you tell me that night?"

"Oh, I see. It must have been your sister who was there, and you were too embarrassed to speak up. Am I right? That's why you felt annoyed the next day and chased after me following the hoofprints."

Wang Zhenhuan's eyes widened as he watched the girl conjure up a melodramatic chase scene in her mind. This... this is the legendary self-conquest strategy?

He couldn't hold back any longer and said bluntly to the girl who was still lost in thought, "No, I'm just going south with my sister to visit relatives, and there's only one way to go south, so don't misunderstand."

To his surprise, the girl was not angry at his words. Instead, she retorted confidently, "Since you are seeking refuge, you must know that our Jin army has already begun its southward march?"

"Yes, and I personally witnessed your Jurchen scouts raising their scimitars against defenseless civilians. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities," Wang Zhenhuan said bluntly.

"Since you know that Zizhou is already within the territory of our Great Jin Kingdom, why did you still choose to pass through here? Don't you know that Han Chinese entering our Jin Kingdom's territory are all considered spies?"

The girl ignored the implication of Wang Zhenhuan's words and continued to ask questions. Seeing her shamelessness, Wang Zhenhuan felt a surge of disgust and lost all desire to speak to her.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the girl thought Wang Zhen was really scared. She snorted and continued, "Hmph, since you know that, you still came from Zizhou. It's obvious you're trying to follow me. Even if you don't speak, I know what you're thinking."

Wang Zhenhuan's disgust for the girl had reached an unbearable level, so he simply closed his eyes and remained silent. Seeing this, the girl snorted coldly and spoke to the soldier beside her.

The soldier came over, grabbed Wang Zhenhuan's rope, pulled him up from the ground, and threw him onto the horse's back. Wang Zhenhuan remained silent, lying on the horse's back, already thinking of a way to escape.

Lin Qingyan was still in the mountains, and she had no provisions. Moreover, before she left, she had spoken of committing suicide. Therefore, Wang Zhenhuan was determined to find a way to escape from these Jin people within three days.

However, these Jurchen soldiers were all well-trained, and each carried a bow and arrow; the chance of escaping from them was virtually zero. Therefore, the breakthrough lay with this young girl.

Wang Huanzhen lay sprawled on his horse, deep in thought, trying to find a way out of the predicament. He had previously guessed that Jurchens would come looking for the girl, but he hadn't expected that it would be Jurchen soldiers, not servants, who came to find her.

It seems this young woman's identity is even more noble than he imagined. She could very well be a Jin princess, or even a princess of even greater rank!