She refused to marry.

A cold wind whistled across my face, and the stench of dirt mixed with the battlefield filled my nostrils, making me want to vomit.

Su Wanwan's throat felt dry and itchy, as if it were being torn apart, and her hands had lost all feeling.

King Changxin hung her on the wooden stake for a day and a night, and then the stake finally moved.

When the wooden stake moved, she swayed along with it, and a sharp pain shot through her numb wrist.

The pain was so intense that she wanted to be exorcised on the spot.

Su Wanwan struggled to lift her eyelids.

My vision was so blurry that I couldn't see what was in front of me.

She was surrounded by soldiers, holding long spears.

The army marched from the horizon as it turned white until the sun rose, at which point they stopped.

The sunlight was obscured by thick clouds, with only occasional slivers of light peeking through, offering some relief from the chill.

The army halted, but the gazes behind her continued to move.

A loud, energetic shout came from beside him.

"Lord Fengchen, why did you only bring a hundred men today? Did they all starve to death inside?"

"Zhang Qiang, we've dampened his spirits today. If he surrenders, we can reduce our losses." Prince Changxin stood on his chariot, with three thousand elite troops behind him.

"Lord Fengchen!! Look who this is!" Zhang Qiang waved his hand.

Su Wanwan was pushed out.

Su Wanwan looked up again at the person coming from the opposite direction.

Suddenly, my chest tightened, as if someone had grabbed my heart and pulled me into boiling water.

Feng Chenjun rode a horse, wearing silver armor and a white robe, carrying a long sword in his hand, with his silver hair flowing down his shoulders.

The boy's white hair was so striking it made one want to cry.

He had lost weight, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken.

The armor hung loosely on his body, and his long silver hair peeked out from under his helmet, whipped backward by the wind.

His lips were dry, cracked, and pale; his face was completely bloodless, as if he had been dug out of the ground.

His eyes were so cold and calm that they sent chills down one's spine.

Like a sword already drawn from its sheath, waiting only to drink blood.

A mist rose in Su Wanwan's eyes, condensed into a ball, and scalding hot as it ran down her cheek.

She opened her mouth, but her lips were stuck together; her throat was dry and sore, and she couldn't make a sound.

Xiao Xuanjing spurred his horse forward, his long sword pointing downwards, his eyes slightly narrowed.

A thick hemp rope hung down from a beam two zhang high, with an iron hook at the end, from which a person was hanging.

Looking at the person hanging there, the person was dressed in bulky clothes, and was dressed as a man.

But its head is small, its neck is thin, and its fingers are even thinner.

A small face peeked out from the messy hair.

Little fox...

Xiao Xuanjing's chest tightened, and his hand gripping the reins tightened abruptly.

Is it really her?

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

Heartache, bitterness, a sliver of joy, but mostly heartache and anger.

A few days ago, a batch of grain suddenly arrived. The people who came were the young master of the Su family and a dozen or so people with accents from the capital.

It is said that there was another shopkeeper named Jin who left alone to lure away the enemy troops, and his whereabouts are unknown.

It was her.

He sent messengers out, and they delivered more than thirty letters in a row.

Half of it went to the palace, and the other half ended up in his father's hands.

There has been no further news from them.

I never imagined that someone would come to my aid.

He was prepared to die in this battle.

In the morning, Qingshan, carrying the tiger tally, led several hundred elite troops and dry rations to the back mountain.

If they could fight their way out, they would at least have a chance to survive.

As for him and the hundred soldiers behind him, there was no chance of survival.

Seeing the woman hanging there, his heart softened.

He was determined to die, but for her sake, he had the urge to live.

"I am here, who will accept the challenge?" Xiao Xuanjing's voice was firm and resounding.

"This commander is coming!" Zhang Qiang, brimming with confidence, charged out of the camp, heading straight for Feng Chenjun.

He shouted, "Good!! Take this!!"

Lord Fengchen rode forward, his long sword pointing downwards.

This man, Zhang Qiang, was the most capable general under Prince Changxin, and one man was worth a thousand troops.

He is skilled with a spear, and only has an advantage in close combat. He is at a disadvantage when wielding a longsword.

The moment the two horses clashed, Zhang Qiang thrust out with his spear, accompanied by a whistling sound, aiming straight for Feng Chenjun's head.

Xiao Xuanjing dodged to the side.

After several rounds, he only dodged and did not attack.

"Lord Fengchen, are you afraid? If you are afraid, then surrender. Considering that you and Prince Changxin are of royal blood, I will spare your life!!" Zhang Qiang shouted angrily.

Xiao Xuanjing laughed, "My military dispatches, numbering three hundred thousand volumes, have never contained the word 'surrender'! This has been true before, it is true now, and it will never be true in the future!"

"So you're saying you want to fight to the bitter end?! Fine! Then I'll grant your wish!"

Zhang Qiang raised his spear and launched a surprise attack.

After ten rounds, Zhang Qiang got angry.

"Lord Fengchen, what exactly do you mean? Are you really going to drag this out and fight ten against one?!"

Xiao Xuanjing pulled on the reins and gripped his sword tightly. "General Zhang, watch carefully!!!"

Xiao Xuanjing charged forward suddenly, and in the instant he brushed past Zhang Qiang, he ducked to avoid the spear and thrust his sword into the horse's leg.

The horse couldn't hold on and fell forward.

Xiao Xuanjing kicked Zhang Qiang's spear away and landed behind him.

He stepped on Zhang Qiang's left hand with one foot, restrained his right hand with his right hand, pressed him to the ground, and held the sword to Zhang Qiang's neck.

The movements were executed in one smooth motion!

Xiao Xuanjing looked up and roared at Prince Changxin, "Release them!!!!"

The sound drowned out the clamor of the entire battlefield.

Prince Changxin's face turned ashen, and he raised his hand to signal for the release of the prisoners.

Su Wanwan was lowered from the wooden stake, and the rope was cut.

She was suspended for two days, her legs felt unsteady, and every step she took required all her strength.

"Your Highness, are we just going to let her go like this?" The strategist frowned.

"Are we just going to watch General Zhang die at his hands?" Prince Changxin frowned, his old face long.

The more anxious Su Wanwan became, the more unsteady her steps became.

Xiao Xuanjing raised his eyes, pressed the person firmly under his feet, and bought time for her to walk over.

She was moving too slowly; if Zhang Qiang below resisted and broke free, she would surely die.

"Feng Chenjun, I surrender!" Zhang Qiang lay on the ground, looking at the spear that had been kicked far away.

"I never had the thought of killing the general. If it weren't for the infighting in the court..."

I am willing to fight alongside General Zhang to save the country and ensure its lasting prosperity.

Rather than being sacrificed in this power struggle and becoming a victim.” Xiao Xuanjing tightened his grip even more.

"If that's the case, why not go and join Prince Changxin?" Zhang Qiang struggled to answer.

"Thirty years ago, Prince Changxin should have returned to court to ascend the throne, but it was the eldest princess who strongly opposed it, which led the late emperor to alter the imperial edict."

"Given the current situation, I should have stayed out of it, but unfortunately, my mother is the eldest princess," Xiao Xuanjing said in a low voice.

"May I be so bold as to ask, why did the Eldest Princess prevent the Prince from ascending the throne?"

"Because my mother was once sent to a marriage alliance, which was orchestrated by Prince Changxin. Fortunately, my father, General Xiao, was able to return to Chen Kingdom because of his anger for his beloved."

far away.

"Report!!!" A soldier chased after Prince Changxin with a battle report. "Your Highness, there is an emergency."

A soldier whispered in Prince Changxin's ear, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince has somehow found out about the woman and is on his way to the camp!"

Prince Changxin's expression changed instantly. He took a bow and arrow from the side, drew back the bowstring, and aimed at the woman.

"All soldiers, listen to my command! Kill!!!"