Chapter 327 A sudden confession

Everyone was speechless with shock at this reversal, especially since everyone except him knew that this naturally beautiful and charming Lady Duan was the next crown prince and the next emperor of this dynasty.

Wen Ziduan was also caught off guard. Seeing Ti Houshan getting closer and closer, he took two steps back, distanced himself, and glared at her coldly: "Do you really not care who I am?"

Tihoushan nodded: "Of course! I mean what I say!"

"Even if I'm the Third Prince of the Han Dynasty, you don't care?!"

"Of course..." Tihoushan blurted out, and then slowly reacted. He stood in the north wind in a daze, feeling the cold like a knife, gradually taking away the warmth from his body.

His heart felt like it was thrown into a cold river, freezing his entire body into ice. His hands and feet were stiff and unable to move, and his brain was unable to think.

What? What does "Third Prince of the Han Dynasty" mean?

Ti Houshan looked around and realized that no one, not even He Zhaojun, showed any shock. So he was the only one who was kept in the dark?

"How could the Third Prince of the Han Dynasty be a woman?!"

Wen Ziduan shook his head. "What if I'm a man or a woman? In ancient times, women disguised themselves as men to join the army and serve their country. Why can't I disguise myself as a woman and go to the northwest to investigate a case?"

Tihoushan's subordinates couldn't bear to see their Chanyu continue wasting time here: "Chanyu! The great cause is more important! Once you drive out the powerful enemy, you can have any woman you want. Why bother with this?!"

Finally, Ti Houshan came down from the tower, looking back every few steps: "Wait for me to come back! Wait for me to come back! I have something to say!"

Wen Ziduan, however, broke with his usual attitude and stopped dodging. Instead, he resumed his Third Prince demeanor and raised his chin towards him. "Very well, I'll wait for your victorious return. By then, I'll be sure to warm the wine and brew the tea, and be ready to greet you!"

He gently wiped the lip balm from his lips with his right thumb, casually tied his long hair on top of his head, and tightened his cloak to make sure that he looked like he had regained his former composure. Then he turned around and held He Zhaojun's hand.

"Zhaojun, you and General He Feng will go to support Zisheng. You must be extremely careful. I will be inside Yumen Pass, cleaning out the spies there and will definitely find out the truth about General He's murder. You can go ahead without worry."

Huo Buyi also said goodbye to Shao Shang. She needed to stay in the city to evacuate the elderly and the weak, maintain order, treat the wounded, and ensure that they would not be caught up in Wen Ziduan's butcher knife.

He Zhaojun couldn't help but kiss Wen Ziduan on the lips. The air was cold, but her lips were hot. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they kissed passionately, as if they wanted to melt into each other.

"Gu Guan, protect your young master!" He Zhaojun did not hesitate any longer. She grabbed an apricot-yellow flag, tied the belt of her robe tightly, trotted down the city wall, jumped on her horse, and her silver armor gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

She waved the apricot yellow flag in her hand, and all the personal soldiers and followers of the He family raised their voices in response. Everyone felt that the city wall beneath their feet was shaking - the last time such a scene happened was when General He led his troops to war.

He Zhaojun, like her father, ultimately rushed to the front lines. Shao Shang had already burst into tears: "Zisheng! Sister Zhaojun! All of you must return safely!"

Wen Ziduan pursed his lips and exhaled a puff of white air, his features blurred in the mist. "Yes, they will definitely return victorious...but the war without gunpowder smoke still depends on us."