As the saying goes, the law does not punish the masses.

If it was just one or two, it would be fine, but with so many people, it is impossible for the Southern Gu King to punish them all.

It was just a symbolic warning.

As in previous years, King Nan Gu recited a sacrificial speech and then raised the wine to start the banquet.

Everyone toasted each other and for a moment, the place became noisy.

There were also people who came to toast Jiang Wenjing.

Although they had acted in a high-profile manner before, the ministers did not make friends with them in order to avoid the king's suspicion.

But now it’s different. They seem to be very well-behaved, and Prince Casas comes to see them every day.

Jiang Wenjing also toasted with them.

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly stood up and said, "I feel a little bored. I'm going out for a walk."

She left the hall holding an umbrella.

Jiang Wenjing saw the man serving beside the Southern Gu King and also retreated.

There were trees outside the temple, and poisonous snakes, insects and ants were everywhere, but the noises they made were drowned out by the heavy rain.

"Miss Jiang really recognized this thing."

Under the tree, a servant was holding an umbrella. Standing inside the umbrella was a slightly fat middle-aged man, his stubby fingers hooked around a jade pendant, his eyes full of ill intent.

"If you hadn't always concealed your whereabouts, I wouldn't have been able to find the place so easily."

The lowered umbrella obscured her expression, and the middle-aged man couldn't see it clearly, but he guessed that she must be anxious and angry now.

He deliberately remained silent, and the next second, Jiang Zhiyu's voice rang out: "What do you want?"

There was an obvious whimper in the voice.

The contempt in the middle-aged man's eyes was even greater.

"It's not that bad. The Southern Gu King is planning to have someone compete with you in archery. Go back and tell your brother that if you lose, I will return you unharmed."

“Otherwise, there is such jade!”

"Don't--"

Jiang Zhiyu instantly understood what he was going to do and hurriedly stopped him.

The middle-aged man's voice hardened, and his fingers tightened - but he didn't crush it.

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he exerted force again, but the jade pendant still didn't budge. Instead, his fingers were pinched and hurt.

Middle-aged man: “…”

Jiang Zhiyu sighed softly: "I told you to say goodbye, why don't you listen to my advice?"

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand in anger.

"In short, if you want your mother to come back unharmed, do as I say. Otherwise, the last time you saw her, it would be the last time you saw her in this life!"

He flicked his sleeves and walked past Jiang Zhiyu arrogantly.

…

"General Jiang is truly a young talent! He deserves to be able to conquer Mobei!"

"Hearing General Jiang's description, the people of Mobei aren't as brave as the rumors say, with one man capable of defeating a hundred!"

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Mobei also fought a war with Nangu in the early years. At that time, Nangu's territory was larger than Tianqi's, so it naturally became Mobei's primary target.

What's more, the Nan Gu people were slightly lacking in military strength. Even with the help of the Gu insects, they were still defeated.

In the end, they could only hide in this dense forest, relying on the forest to protect them.

The original territory was either occupied by Apocalypse or by some small countries around it.

It was a relief to hear how Jiang Wenjing defeated these Mobei people.

Jiang Wenjing also knew what they wanted to hear, so he deliberately exaggerated it.

As he spoke, he glanced at the Southern Gu King out of the corner of his eye.

The person who went out with Jiang Zhiyu has returned and is now standing next to the King of Southern Gu, talking about something.

King Nan Gu listened attentively, his expression unchanged, and looked up at Jiang Zhiyu who was walking back with an umbrella.

Every movement she made seemed to be filled with anxiety. She hurried towards Jiang Wenjing, and after driving away everyone around her, she leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

All the signs matched up.

King Nan Gu and the middle-aged man who had already returned to his seat had a glimmer of satisfaction in their eyes.

"I discovered a secret."

Jiang Wenjing's heart suddenly tightened.

Did she go out to find out the secret? But there was someone following her. With Zhiyu's ability, it was certain that they would find out. But what if?

The rain was already making loud noises, so it was normal that no one noticed.

"What secret? Did you find out that the Southern Gu King sent someone to follow you?"

"I've discovered," Jiang Zhiyu said mysteriously, lowering his voice. "The bigger the tree, the denser the leaves."

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

ah?

In the eyes of those who knew the inside story, his speechless expression showed his unwillingness and anger but not being able to speak out.

They looked away with satisfaction.

"Your Majesty," a courtier suddenly said loudly, "Just watching the dance and listening to the music is too boring. I heard that Elder Shan Tai's nephew Miao Dong is very good at swordsmanship. I wonder if he could perform a sword dance to liven up the atmosphere."

【Hey, it’s here. 】

drag?

Jiang Wenjing blinked in confusion.

The young man named Miao Dong looked at Shan Tai, and after getting his permission, he stood up.

He saluted the King of Southern Gu, waved his hand and drew his sword, the sword flashed brightly, and was as agile as a flying dragon.

Wherever he passed, sword shadows were everywhere. Even the Southern Gu King, who had not paid attention to this place at first, could not help but look away.

After the song, there was a burst of applause.

Miao Dong's expression remained calm. After paying his respects to King Nan Gu, he returned to his seat.

King Nan Gu looked at him several times with appreciation.

The minister who had spoken then continued, "I have also heard that Kit's son, Clo, is an archer so skilled that he can shoot an arrow through a target even at a hundred paces. Would you mind showing me some of his skills?"

The middle-aged man, Kit, stood up and said, "My son has only made some small achievements. Archery alone can't show anything."

The man then continued, "Come to think of it, why not have the Apocalypse envoy come along to help out? I heard that everyone in Apocalypse can ride and shoot, and they often go hunting. I imagine their archery skills are also very superb."

Jiang Wenjing raised his eyelids and looked at Clo who couldn't wait to stand up.

There are dark circles under his eyes, a sign of excessive indulgence. His shoulders are narrow and his wrists are thick. Just by standing there, one can sense that his breathing is unstable. Can such a person really draw a bow?

"Of course you can, but it's raining outside..."

Before he could finish his words, Kit interrupted him, saying, "Isn't it just right? The rain can interfere and prove your archery skills even better."

Jiang Wenjing: "...Okay."

He came here on his own initiative, what can he say?

The other two people heard his hesitant tone, which made him feel like he was trying desperately to resist and not want to lose in public.

The two men's eyes were filled with even more pride, and King Nan Gu ordered the people beside him to bring a bow.

Seeing their bows, Jiang Wenjing finally understood why they thought Cloe had better skills.

To Jiang Wenjing, the bow was just a wooden branch with a string on it.

Compared to Tianqi, it's like the difference between a child and an adult.

Jiang Wenjing took it in his hand and weighed it; it felt light.

He was afraid that a gust of wind would blow it away.

Two targets were erected in the distance, and everyone could see them clearly.

Clo walked to the door: "General, please."