At the palace gate, wave after wave of rebel soldiers kept climbing the city wall. Cen Xi used the knife she had stolen to cut them down one by one, but there were just too many people. After only half an hour, she felt that the little bit of sweet potato she had eaten had completely exhausted her strength.

Finally, she could only crouch down and run up to the commander of the Imperial Guards to ask:

"Brother, do you have anything to eat? I came out in a hurry and rode horses all day. I'm starving."

The Imperial Guard commander was taken aback when she slapped him, then speechless, and finally pulled a large flatbread from his pocket and handed it to Cen Xi:

"That's all, just make do with this!"

Cen Xi took the cake without complaining about its hardness and started chewing it. She never had much of a appetite, so she didn't find it particularly unpalatable.

As the flock of crows kept rushing up the city wall, the sweat on the Imperial Guard Commander's face dripped down like large beads.

Seeing Cen Xi still leisurely eating, she couldn't help but ask:

"When will Shen Xiang's reinforcements arrive? We can't hold on much longer."

“Oh, there are also a lot of rebels outside. They always have to fight before they can get here. I am the big weapon he sent. You sent someone to get the zither, how come it has taken so long to get it? If I had a zither, these people would be no problem for me.”

In truth, Cen Xi wanted to say, "What nonsense! Shen Jinchen is bringing troops to support us. Who knows what he's up to?" She already had a guess in her heart: he probably rushed here because the palace had been breached and the Emperor of Da Yan had just died.

However, with her there, she wouldn't let this person take advantage of her so easily. Originally, she didn't want to stand on his side, but that person had offended her, and she had to use her princess status to suppress him, otherwise she would never have a chance to turn her life around.

"It should be here soon. I knew that Prime Minister Shen would not allow these rebels to occupy the capital."

This Imperial Guard commander, perhaps because he greatly admired Shen Jinchen, seemed not to have grasped the implied meaning in Cen Xi's words.

Cen Xi: "..."

Okay, she ate the biscuit anyway, and got back to the fight. It's good to have hope, so she shouldn't shatter it.

"Bring me the zither right now."

After finishing the pancake, Cen Xi finally had some strength, so she picked up a knife and ran towards the rebels again.

After a long fight, her red dress was completely soaked in blood, when the soldier who went back to get the zither finally arrived late.

Cen Xi raised an eyebrow, deftly took the zither, found a pillar that could shield her from arrows, sat cross-legged, and began to play a tune she often used to play.

The music, infused with her inner strength, swept towards the rebels with overwhelming force. At the same time, she also created a soundproof barrier for her own side. She had learned her lesson from the last battle at Shangyang City, so this time she made sure not to harm her own side under any circumstances.

After plucking the strings for a quarter of an hour, the rebels indeed lost all will to fight. The commander of the Imperial Guard was overjoyed and immediately grabbed his sword to charge forward.

Cen Xi coldly stopped him:

"Once you break through the protective barrier, you'll be just like them, waiting! Once I finish this piece, they'll be like chickens that have been put to rest, ready to be slaughtered at will."

Upon hearing Cen Xi's words, the Imperial Guards, who were about to attack, suddenly stopped and remained silent.

Meanwhile, Shen Jinchen and Zhao Yu's team were also fighting on the outskirts. To some extent, Cen Xi's prediction was half right, but the other half was due to unforeseen variables.

After Shen Jinchen beheaded a general, he heard that familiar zither music. His mind went blank, and he immediately understood what the woman meant and where she was. She was going to completely rebel against him.

Okay, very good. He's set his sights on the cat and is finally going to show his claws to him. But so what? She's his woman, and she'll always be his, no matter what her status becomes.

"You and your men will continue the slaughter!"

After stopping the fighting, Shen Jinchen shouted something to Youhe and headed straight for the inner city.

"Young Master!"

Just as Youhe was about to call out to Shen Jinchen, Fengqin stopped him.

"Why are you pulling me? It's not a good time to be in the inner city."

You struggled to break free from Fengqin's grasp, wanting to chase after her.

"The sound of the zither proves that our mistress is already in the capital. Young Master cares about her so much, how could he not go? It seems that the outcome this time will be beyond our expectations. You shouldn't go either, you can't stop it."

Fengqin glanced at him, sighed helplessly, and said...

"Women are such a hassle!"

You threw down the sword in your hand and complained.

"It's no use being a troublesome thing. Young Master cares about her far more than anything else. So... maybe the grand banquet can continue for another hundred years, who knows?"

Feng Qin glanced at Shen Jinchen, who was dressed in white and entered the city, and teased him with amusement.

"No, even if you love her, you should prioritize important matters."

You glanced coldly at Feng Qin, then picked up your knife and charged into the enemy ranks.

Feng Qin chuckled softly, then joined the battle.

As Cen Xi frantically plucked the strings, Yan Shengxiao and Xiao Qiliang, who had arrived two days earlier, also arrived outside the city.

Upon hearing the music, Yan Shengxiao's brows furrowed tightly.

"My lord, it seems even the illusion array couldn't fool them, and they've arrived here at breakneck speed. This time, I'm afraid we're in trouble..."

As Xiao Qiliang watched Yan Shengxiao's face grow increasingly dark, he couldn't continue speaking.

"Let's go! Get into the city quickly."

After saying this, Yan Shengxiao used his light-footed skill to disappear into the imperial city.

Meanwhile, the emperor in Chang Le Palace also heard the music. Because Cen Xi had set up a barrier behind her, Emperor Zhao and the concubines in the palace were unharmed.

"Your Highness, what happened? Tell me, did the Imperial Guards outside win the battle?"

Emperor Zhao grabbed him in alarm, and Consort Liu, who was standing nearby, asked him a question.

"Hmm, it seems the fighting outside has subsided a bit. Your Majesty, shall we go out and take a look?"

Consort Liu glanced cautiously at Emperor Zhao and suggested that she also had a feeling that reinforcements might have arrived outside. Besides, the rebels couldn't possibly have this kind of music; if they did, they would have used it already.

"Then let's go out and take a look."

Emperor Zhao also felt that reinforcements might be coming.

"Alright, Your Majesty, I'll help you out."

Consort Liu massaged her slender waist, stood up, and helped Emperor Zhao to his feet.

Within an hour, Cen Xi used her domineering aura to control the demonic sound that pierced the air, directly turning the opposing rebel army into spineless wimps.

As the music stopped, Cen Xi smiled and said to the still bewildered Imperial Guard commander:

"Alright, now you can lead your army down to reap the rewards. They're absolutely easy to kill now."

The Imperial Guard commander sized her up, his expression extremely complex. He hadn't believed her earlier when she called her a deadly weapon, but now…

He couldn't help but believe it; this woman was too powerful, terrifyingly so.