"Princess Yue Zhao, six hundred quilts have arrived. We'll send them to you first, and then thirty tables of delicious food will be delivered later."

The message was sent, but there was no response for a long time.

Chu Xiao was immediately worried. Had something happened to Qin Yue Zhao?

Liangcheng, a refugee camp.

An elderly man, over sixty years old, prostrated himself at the feet of Deputy Commander Huang Qianshan, weeping and pleading.

"My lord, my lord! We are truly just refugees from the Great Wei, not spies. Please spare my son! He is still ill and cannot withstand such torment!"

Huang Qianshan kicked him hard.

"You bastards! You dare to impersonate refugees to gather intelligence in Liangcheng, and you even dare to pretend in front of this general? It seems that you won't tell the truth unless I teach you a lesson!"

"Splash!"

The broadsword was drawn, its cold light flashing.

The old man was still clutching his trouser leg when he saw a large knife fall from the sky, severing both of his arms cleanly.

Blood splattered three feet high, staining his silver armor red.

The old man stood there stunned for several seconds before letting out a heart-wrenching scream, rolling on the ground in agony.

When the old man's son saw that his father's hands had been cut off, he picked up a stone and rushed over without thinking.

"You scoundrel! I'll fight you to the death!"

However, the next second, another glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.

Before the man could even touch Huang Qianshan, he was slit in the throat with a single blow.

He clutched his throat in agony, his eyes wide with extreme grief and indignation, trying to reach his father before he died. But before he could take two steps, he crashed onto the mountain path, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Blood gushed from his neck, staining the ground red.

Upon seeing his son's gruesome death, the old man with the severed hand let out a near-hysterical scream: "Son, my son—"

Those around were trembling with fear at the sight of the tragedy.

In the blink of an eye, cries and screams mingled together.

"Heavens above! It was clearly Princess Liangcheng who sent us here, so why are you torturing us like this?"

"God, we just want to live, why is it so hard for you, so very hard?"

"Kill us! Kill us all! We'll never trust you again. You tricked us into coming here just to vent your anger and impose your hatred on us!"

"..."

Some fearless refugees took up arms and prepared to resist.

Seeing that a bloody massacre was about to erupt, Qin Yuezhao fiercely cracked her whip and shouted into the distance:

"Stop! All of you, stop!"