Lian Erye in the Red Mansion

The night continues.

But the situation is now completely reversed.

The third prince of the Oirat Mongols had a gloomy expression. While leading his guards to fight against Princess Zhaoyang's imperial guards, he kept an eye on the situation behind him.

Although Princess Zhaoyang's guards were not many, they were all brave and fearless at this moment. Even after being reduced by half again, they still protected Princess Zhaoyang and kept retreating.

It will take at least ten more breaths to win over Princess Zhaoyang!

But it may be too late.

After killing another guard, the third prince of the Oirat were forced to stop.

The sound of horses' hooves echoing clearly behind him made him realize that it wasn't his men approaching.

Without his orders, his men would never dare to act so recklessly.

But whether it was Princess Zhaoyang's rescue or the Tatars breaking their agreement, he could no longer stay.

He is the most talented and ambitious prince of the Oirat Mongols, and he must not fall into the hands of the enemy!

Therefore, he glanced unwillingly at Princess Zhaoyang standing behind several imperial guards, gritted his teeth, turned around and ran towards his warhorse tied to the tree.

"withdraw!"

As the enemy retreated, the remaining guards, almost all of them wounded, breathed a sigh of relief, a feeling of surviving a calamity welling up in their hearts.

They had no intention of pursuing, and instead stared anxiously into the darkness, wanting to know if the approaching group was actually one of their own.

But then he saw that his own princess had taken her bow and arrows off her horse at some point.

With a "whoosh," a mournful neighing of a horse rang out.

Everyone looked up and saw the third prince of the Oirat, who had just been riding away, fall off his horse with a thud.

Seeing this, the other Oirat guards rushed forward to help.

But it seems it's too late.

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh!"

In the pitch-black night, concealed by the sound of horses' hooves, countless arrows pierced the night sky, continuously taking the lives of the Oirat people.

The guards were initially puzzled. Wouldn't it be better if the enemy escaped? Why did Her Highness insist on keeping them there? What if the enemy became desperate and they were powerless to resist?

But at this moment, they were all incredibly excited.

It really is our own reinforcements arriving!

As the cavalry approached, they could see the approaching figures by the light of the campfire.

As expected, it was the imperial army. The swiftly leading rider was none other than the imperial envoy, Jia Lian. "Except for the third prince of the Oirat, leave no one alive!"

"yes!!"

Although it was a cold, murderous voice, it sounded so beautiful and pleasant to the ears of the imperial guards.

A guard who had just been bravely fighting the enemy couldn't help but lower his head and secretly wipe away the tears welling up in his eyes, but was suddenly pulled by his comrade beside him.

Turning around, he realized that his usually composed princess, just like him, was now walking forward slowly and thoughtfully, her eyes gleaming.

Ahead, Jia Lian, with his hair disheveled and his battle robes gleaming with intense blood even in the dim firelight, dismounted and strode over.

"Your Majesty, I am late in coming to your rescue. Please forgive me."

General Jia's voice was still as handsome and steady as ever, as if it could inspire endless trust.

But Princess Zhaoyang did not reply; she simply stared at him.

Jia Lian frowned slightly, glanced at the corpses of both sides lying haphazardly around him, and his eyes twitched slightly.

"Are you alright?"

"Thanks to the general, I'm alright..."

The guards all turned their heads away, thinking to themselves that Princess would probably only be so docile in front of General Jia.

Jia Lian, however, had no time to think about such things. Once he was certain that Princess Zhaoyang was alright, he turned his gaze westward.

Under the overwhelming pressure of sheer power, the sounds of battle were few and far between, and the fight ended quickly.

"Second Master, we've caught him!"

Zhao Yong and his men approached. Holding them captive was none other than the third prince of the Oirat Mongols.

The third prince of the Oirat Mongols had been slashed in the chest, blood gushing out. He was still struggling, but when he saw Jia Lian, his pupils widened suddenly, and he shouted, "How is this possible?! How could you be here?!"

Jia Lian did not answer, but Princess Zhaoyang spoke up first.

"Do you remember what you said before? Actually, the only truly foolish and self-righteous person has always been you."

You only know how to lure the tiger away from the mountain, but you don't know what it means to turn a plan against a plan.

You only know that you marked your men along the way, but you don't know that I did the same thing as you.

But the difference is that I know what you've been doing, while you know nothing about our plans.

Therefore, the foolish and incompetent person is you, and only you.

Princess Zhaoyang didn't care about anything else, but she remembered the Oirat Third Prince's disparaging remarks about Jia Lian, and she couldn't help but speak out about it now.

The third prince of the Oirat Mongols blushed, knowing he couldn't win the argument with Princess Zhaoyang, so he turned to Jia Lian and angrily said, "So, you didn't go to rescue Zhu Dahe at all? You've been hiding in the shadows all this time, just waiting for me to make a move?"

Jia Lian glanced at him coldly, then turned to Princess Zhaoyang and bowed, saying, "I didn't bring many men. There are still many of his troops outside. The people left behind might not be able to hold them off for long. We must leave quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Princess Zhaoyang immediately realized that the third prince of the Oirat Mongols was imitating her in stalling for time.

He nodded, then suddenly asked, "What did he do?"

"Take it away."

"Kill him!"

Upon hearing Princess Zhaoyang's resolute voice, everyone turned to look.

Princess Zhaoyang said in a deep voice, "This man is cunning and treacherous; taking him along will inevitably lead to trouble."

Moreover, this man is far too ambitious. If he manages to escape, he will surely become a scourge to our Great Wei in the future.

"You damned woman!" The third prince of Oirat's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly said to Jia Lian, "Don't listen to a woman's words. I am the prince of Oirat. If you kill me, it will surely cause our two countries to be unable to form an alliance again. At that time, your court will definitely punish you."

On the contrary, if you escort me back, it will surely be a great achievement!

"Kill them."

Jia Lian gave a brief instruction.

The reason I didn't intend to kill him before was simply because I thought his identity was extraordinary and that he had caused incalculable losses to the Great Wei, so I wanted to capture him and bring him back to confess his crimes.

However, after hearing Princess Zhaoyang's words, he immediately realized what she meant.

This person is indeed not suitable to stay for long.

This area is now the absolute heartland of the Oirat Empire. Moreover, it is understood that almost the entire southern part of the Oirat Empire is within the sphere of influence of this third prince.

Taking him with you would definitely reduce your chances of escaping.

Secondly, even if this person is brought back to the imperial court for trial, given the court's pragmatic approach, he still has a good chance of surviving.

At that time, not to mention that it would be detrimental to the Great Wei, it would certainly not be a good thing for him to have such a powerful foreign ruler who absolutely hates him.

Taking everything into consideration, since Princess Zhaoyang had given the order, how could he possibly refuse to comply?

"yes!"

Upon hearing the order, Zhang Yong and the others immediately raised their knives and struck.

With a terrified scream, the curtain fell on an ambitious prince.

Seeing the third prince of the Oirat lying on the ground, Jia Lian's eyelids twitched slightly.

In the face of struggles for power and war, human life appears so fragile, even for a prince. Therefore, he must be even more cautious in the future.

He looked up at Princess Zhaoyang. Princess Zhaoyang was also looking at him. Noticing his gaze, Princess Zhaoyang smiled, her eyes brightening.

Jia Lian stepped forward and asked, "Why did you come out in person, and why did you have him follow you? Didn't I tell you that this person is dangerous?"

Do you know what would have happened if I had arrived any later?

"I believe you will arrive in time."

Princess Zhaoyang naturally knew that Jia Lian was blaming her.

After all, Jia Lian's plan was simply to have her arrange for a few maids to impersonate her and lure away as many enemy cavalry as possible.

Then he could lead his troops back to attack, launching a surprise attack on the enemy from within and without.

But she thought, a fake show is never as easy to succeed as a real one. If the third prince of the Oirat really had a problem, and the other party was in the camp, it would be easy for them to see through their plan.

If that were the case, given the enemy's strength, even if they were attacked from both sides, they would still be more likely to lose.

Only if she personally leads the troops to break through the encirclement will the enemy take the bait without hesitation.

She was aware of the danger she herself was in. But compared to helping Jia Lian uncover the enemy's plot and saving more lives, that was of no importance.

Fortunately, Jia Lian succeeded. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to deliver it this far.

Finally noticing Jia Lian's displeasure, he gave Jia Lian an apologetic smile and changed the subject, saying, "You really haven't been paying attention to Zhu Dahe?"

"We're short-staffed, so I only sent two hundred men. Whether we can save him is up to fate."

Without saying much, he quickly packed up and ordered everyone to mount their horses and leave under the cover of night.

Moments later, a large number of Oirat troops arrived at the scene.

A soldier was horrified to discover his prince's body and reported it to his general in trembling fear.

"Chase them!! Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find these damned Wei people and avenge the prince!!!"

The Oirat general's voice, filled with terror and boundless rage, echoed through the night sky.

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