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In the Northern Rong military camp, dusk was falling, and the sound of the wind carried the astringent smell of withered grass.

Contrary to Qin Zhenxiong's expectations of being humiliated, Qin Jiangli had a warm cup of butter tea beside her and a thick wolfskin rug under her, giving her the air of an honored guest.

"Miss Qin, is the General truly inclined to this?"

Tuoba Jun spoke in broken Mandarin, his gaze sweeping over Qin Jiangli's face.

Qin Jiangli lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "When Father met with the King of Beirong last time, his words may have been a bit... harsh. In fact, he was testing the King of Beirong's sincerity and putting on a show for his subordinates."

"I have been frail since childhood, and my father has always wanted to find me a good husband who can protect me for the rest of my life. To be honest, I saw the king's heroic figure on the battlefield from afar last time, and I admire him very much..."

She spoke earnestly, her voice as soft as a wisp of smoke, which, combined with her sickly and frail appearance, made her all the more pitiful.

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Jun's eyes indeed gleamed even brighter.

In fact, Tuoba Jun was not bad-looking. He was tall and strong, over 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. However, his temperament was slightly barbaric, exuding a lewd aura.

Last time, Tuoba Jun intended to surrender, but Qin Zhenxiong publicly humiliated him. Although he was not very fluent in Chinese, he could tell that "barbarian nature, jackal heart" was a mockery of him.

How long has it been? How could he possibly be willing to marry his daughter to him?

Tuoba Jun had some doubts, but he was used to being arrogant. In his opinion, if Qin Zhenxiong really looked down on him, why would he allow his daughter to talk to him?

That old fox must be all bark and no bite, too proud to admit it.

Since Qin Zhenxiong intends to marry his daughter to him, he will gladly accept.

Moreover—

Tuoba Jun looked across at Jiang Li, who was sitting on a fur rug, wearing a snow-white fur coat. He was thin and pale, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

Tuoba Jun loved beautiful women, especially those from the Central Plains, who possessed a delicate and graceful demeanor.

Qin Zhenxiong was a rough-looking man, but his daughter was a beauty in the making, the kind of "sickly beauty" that people from the Central Plains would call.

It especially suited Tuoba Jun's appetite.

He rubbed his hands together, glancing at the object greedily a few more times, but ultimately didn't dare to make any rash moves.

"Don't worry, Miss Qin. Since you think highly of me, I will definitely treat you well and not let you suffer any grievances."

He puffed out his chest, a hint of boastful pride in his voice, "Although my army is currently in a truce and the losses have not yet been fully recovered, there are still valiant young men within the capital of the Northern Rong. If General Qin is willing, I am willing to lead my elite troops south to assist you and help you seize the throne!"

At that time, he will be the son-in-law of the emperor in the Central Plains.

When Qin Zhenxiong gets old and dies, the entire Daqian will be his.

Tuoba Jun became increasingly smug, letting out a low chuckle.

However, before the laughter subsided, a muffled thunderous roar suddenly erupted outside the tent, followed by the clanging of clashing swords, screams of agony, and the neighing of horses. Chaos reigned, and the ground trembled slightly.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The army of the Great Qian Dynasty is attacking!"

Tuoba Jun sprang up abruptly, his face ashen. "How is this possible!"

Qin Zhenxiong was already planning to marry his daughter off to the family, how could he possibly be so ruthless?

But the deafening sounds of battle outside were unmistakable; the banners of the Great Qian army fluttered in the twilight, and the armored torrent had already breached the outer fence.

During these days of truce, the Northern Rong soldiers have become lax and undisciplined. Some are drinking and gambling in their tents, while others are dozing off with their weapons in their arms. Their horses are unsaddled and lazily tied to stakes.

Qin Zhenxiong arrived too quickly and too suddenly. Wherever he went, the Northern Rong soldiers were killed before they even had time to put on their armor.

The tents were set ablaze with torches, thick smoke billowed up, and screams echoed throughout.

Tuoba Jun rushed to the tent flap, lifted the leather curtain and looked out. He felt his blood rush to his head.

His camp had been ravaged, and the Daqian cavalry charged through as if they were in an empty field.

He turned abruptly, strode back into the tent, and demanded through gritted teeth, "Miss Qin, didn't you just say—"

The words got stuck in his throat halfway through.

Qin Jiangli was huddled in the shadows of the corner of the tent, trembling all over. His clothes were disheveled, his fur coat was askew, his eyes were red, and there was even a faint red mark on his cheek, as if he had been scratched by something.

She hugged herself tightly, her eyes filled with tears, looking like a frightened young animal.

Tuoba Jun was stunned. "You—"

Before they could react, the guards outside screamed in anguish, "Your Majesty! Qin Zhenxiong has breached the central camp!"

Before he could finish speaking, a wolf-tooth arrow pierced through the leather tent and stabbed into the guard's chest, causing him to collapse to the ground.

Outside the military camp, the Northern Rong soldiers were still fighting fiercely, but they were clearly at a disadvantage and were retreating step by step.

Tuoba Jun watched as the Daqian soldiers carved a bloody path through the enemy lines, and Qin Zhenxiong, clad in heavy black iron armor, appeared like a demon god as he marched straight toward the royal tent in the military camp!

Wherever they went, they were routed.

"General Qin!" Tuoba Jun had never expected him to suffer such a crushing defeat. He tried to ingratiate himself, "No, father-in-law! There must be some misunderstanding. Miss Qin and I have already..."

The moment the word "father-in-law" was uttered, it struck Qin Zhenxiong's heart like a knife.

His worst fears came true: that bastard actually dared to covet his precious daughter!

court death!

A murderous intent suddenly surged in Qin Zhenxiong's eyes. He instantly drew his longbow to its full length, and the second arrow flew out of the bowstring, accurately piercing Tuoba Jun's thigh and pinning him to the ground, unable to move.

"Ah!" Tuoba Jun screamed in agony, but before he could struggle, his guards were all killed.

He was held down by Zhang Zhuo's men.

Qin Zhenxiong strode into the royal tent, then gasped in shock, "Li'er?!"

Inside, Qin Jiangli gripped a gleaming dagger, pressed it against her neck, and was about to commit suicide.

Qin Zhenxiong's pupils contracted sharply, and he struck with lightning speed, knocking the dagger from her hand.

With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground.

"Li'er, what are you doing!"

Tears streamed down Qin Jiangli's pale cheeks. Her lips moved, her breath weak, "Father... I have no face to live in this world anymore..."

Before she could finish speaking, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto her snow-white fur coat, a shocking sight.

Qin Zhenxiong's eyes widened in horror, and he quickly supported her, saying, "Don't scare your father!"

"Father, please let me go down and keep Mother company..." Qin Jiangli wept bitterly, turning her face away in anguish. "Li'er has already been..."

Her clothes were disheveled, and there were several glaring red marks on her neck. Qin Zhenxiong understood everything.

His daughter was defiled by that beast Tuoba Jun!

Outside, Tuoba Jun, with a crippled leg, was still shouting, "Father-in-law, you clearly said you would marry your daughter to me, and Miss Qin did so willingly!"

Qin Zhenxiong's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly stepped out of the tent, drew his sword, and pierced Tuoba Jun's chest with a single stroke.

"laugh!"

One sword strike wasn't enough; he thrust several more times until the body stopped moving completely.

Zhang Zhuo peeked out from outside the tent, "General Qin, what happened to Jiang Li?"

Qin Zhenxiong ignored him, turned around and returned to the royal tent, not allowing anyone to approach.

"Li'er, Li'er, listen to your father." He gripped Qin Jiangli's shoulders, his voice hoarse, "It's alright, father has already killed that beast for you. No one will know, it's alright. It's good that you're still alive..."

Qin Jiangli lay on his chest, her thin shoulders heaving as she cried silently.

Qin Zhenxiong wrapped his arms around her back and gently stroked her, just like when she woke up from a nightmare as a child, stroke by stroke.

"With Father around, I'm not afraid of anything."

When her crying gradually subsided, Qin Zhenxiong slowly got up, took off his armor and draped it over Qin Jiangli, then picked her up and carried her horizontally.

"Don't be afraid anymore," Qin Zhenxiong's embrace was as steady as a mountain, and he whispered, "Dad will take you back, we'll go home..."

Qin Zhenxiong strode out.

Before he could take two steps, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a cold, sharp object had pierced his flesh.

He paused, looked down in disbelief, and said, "Li'er, you—"

A dagger was plunged into Qin Zhenxiong's heart.