But Yu Sijin's beauty is sharp; her sword-like eyebrows are like feathers, and her upturned eyes exude a battle-hardened killing intent. She wears a smile and is polite.

He looked perfect, but I just wanted to tear off that elegant silver-adorned official robe and admire his appearance on the couch, without his disguise.

He was not a weak man, yet he could still easily arouse a person's desire to conquer, not to mention that Ji Mulin also had a preference for male homosexuality.

Ji Mulin is forty years old this year. He has only married one wife and had one son in his life. He has spent the rest of his time keeping male concubines. He hid in the shadows and stared at Si Jin for a while before involuntarily putting down his hidden weapon.

The beauty is better off being taken back to the imperial palace in the Central Plains and chained up.

But just as he put down his hidden weapon, a poisoned dart flew from a short distance away, piercing through the withered leaves and directly injuring one of his eyes.

Ji Mulin sneaked into the palace, not wanting to be scolded, and even though he lost an eye, he dared not make a sound.

He stared with his other eye at Si Jin, who was smiling broadly in the distance, his teeth grinding together.

That beauty is really vicious. Once he's taken back, I'll definitely pierce his earlobe with my earring, and then do this and that to him with the blood. That would make me even more beautiful.

But just as the thought crossed his mind, more than a dozen poisoned darts flew towards him. Ji Mulin's heart skipped a beat, and his mind went completely blank.

Without having time to think, he hurriedly used his lightness skill to run away in a scramble.

Even though he ran faster than a rabbit, he still got hit by several poisoned darts, which caused him excruciating pain, making it hard to breathe and his heart almost stopped.

Ji Mulin returned to the post station and was treated by the accompanying imperial physician for a day and a night. After finally catching his breath, he immediately called his son, Ji Ying, over.

"Ying'er, I can't get up. Go and pay your respects to the King of Miao Jiang now. Tell him that I was attacked in Miao Jiang and am seriously injured. It was an assassination attempt arranged by the Miao people in order to seize the Central Plains."

"I do not want their apologies. If they do not hand over the young master You Sijin to me as a concubine, then the 60,000 cavalrymen I have stationed on the border will crush the heads of the Miao people!"

“But Father,” Ji Ying said worriedly, “the Miao region also has soldiers, so they probably won’t be threatened by us.” He was used to his father’s fondness for men.

"You forgot?" Ji Mulin said, "A few years ago, when my sister was still the Queen of Miao Jiang, she sent a letter saying that the old king lent a small portion of his troops to Ji Linyuan to fight on the grasslands!"

"But now that Ji Linyuan hasn't returned, the Miao forces are insufficient and dare not confront us head-on. Go."

"Yes." Ji Ying went out to do his business, speaking resolutely. The old king had no choice but to hesitate for half a month before finally deciding to hold a martial arts contest to find a husband, citing "marriage is a major event and should be left to fate."

He always hoped that someone from Miao territory could win and bring Jin'er back, but the competition lasted for three days, and Ji Ying held the ring the whole time, with no one able to defeat him.

Some even had their legs broken, and may never be able to stand up again.

Moreover, every day the martial arts contest for marriage was held, a hundred more soldiers from the Central Plains would be stationed around it, ostensibly to protect Ji Ying, but in reality, it was to force the old king to hand over Si Jin as soon as possible.

On the arena, Ji Ying, wielding a long sword, mocked the Miao challengers' incompetence; on a high platform not far away, Ji Mulin, barely able to sit up, forced the old king to watch the marriage contest while playing chess with him.

At this moment, his pieces had surrounded all of the old king's pieces, and the old king was facing... a dead end.

Cold sweat covered the old king's graying temples, and the sound of the wind sweeping across the land sounded especially desperate to him.

He looked up at Si Jin, who was calm and composed beside him, and couldn't understand why Jin'er hadn't left earlier, but had to wait until now, without even a way out...

The old king sighed, picked up another chess piece, his hand trembling as he held it. Just as he was about to place the piece randomly, a falcon's cry pierced the sky.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of steppe falcons swooped down from above, and soon the Central Plains soldiers were covered in blood and fled in a frenzy.

Amidst the chaos, someone rode up from the end of the street, like a wild wolf breaking through all the fog, determined to kill its enemy.

The young man was dressed in black, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and his aura was more ferocious than a wolf's, making people's hair stand on end just by looking at him.

"Ji Ying!!" Ji Linyuan roared, arrived at the arena, dismounted, and drew his sword, slashing directly at Ji Ying's sword on the arena.

Bang--

The force was so great that the longsword clanged, and it almost shattered along with Ji Ying's arm.