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In front of the government office, Fan Hao, dressed in his old python robe, waited for a long time, surrounded by a group of rebel soldiers.

Seeing that Nan Qing had indeed come alone, a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes: "The Crown Princess is indeed courageous, daring to venture into my dragon's den alone."

Nan Qing's gaze fell on him, she glanced around, and chuckled softly:

"Dragon Pool? You certainly know how to put a hat on yourself."

"Fan Hao, you've been given a second chance at life, but instead of keeping your head down, you dare to come and yell at me. It seems you've really had enough of living."

Fan Hao's face was ashen. He suddenly waved his hand, and in an instant, hundreds of archers appeared on the rooftops all around, and a dense multitude of soldiers poured out of the streets and alleys, their long spears and arrows all aimed at the man and tiger in the middle of the field.

"Fifth Minister Nanqing."

“You destroyed my Fan Kingdom and killed more than a hundred members of my Fan clan. If you surrender to me today, I may spare your life.”

Seeing the soldiers approaching step by step, Nan Qing curled his lips and stopped wasting words with them. He drew his long sword from his waist, patted Xiao Ba's neck, and the white tiger under him immediately roared and charged forward.

Each slash of her longsword drew a trail of blood, and the rain of arrows fell, yet they did not harm her in the slightest; instead, they killed her own men one by one.

Little Eight was having a great time. Every time its tiger paw slammed down, it would send more than ten people flying. Under the giant paw, their brains would either explode or they would be cut in half at the waist by the sharp claws, with their scarlet internal organs and intestines spilling out all over the ground.

Nan Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes. She leaped into the air, casually slapped it on the head, and said disdainfully:

"Can't you be a little more polite? At least leave the body intact. This mess of brains is disgusting."

Hachi growled with its tail and turned to vent its anger on the rebels. This time, it swept its tail across them, and they all fell to the ground with a thud.

In fact, Nan Qing didn't hold back much either. Every sword strike accurately hit the enemy's vital points, and they did die with their bodies intact. However, he killed too many people, and the ground was soon piled with corpses, with severed limbs everywhere.

She is now the Crown Princess of Wei, and the person opposite her has come to seek revenge for the destruction of her country. She certainly has no pity for him.

In the parlance of the mortal world, it's all about the victor taking all and the loser being condemned.

Surrounded by several guards, Fan Hao staggered backward, his eyes bloodshot and face contorted as he pointed at the man and tiger wreaking havoc ahead, roaring fiercely:

"Charge! All of you, charge! Whoever captures the Crown Princess of Wei alive will be promoted three ranks and rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold!"

The old general Zhao Xun, who had been protecting him, held his arm tightly.

"Your Highness, the Crown Princess of Wei is highly skilled in martial arts, and that White Tiger is exceptionally ferocious. You should retreat with me first, and let the soldiers..."

"Get out of my way!"

Fan Hao flung his hand away, veins bulging on his face. She was just one person, while he had tens of thousands of soldiers. What was there to fear?

"I will capture her today!"

Seeing this, Zhao Xun stamped his feet anxiously, "Your Highness..."

He didn't agree with the plan to occupy Qinzhou City in the first place, so what use would it be even if the city were occupied?

However, Fan Hao was stubborn and was misled by the strategist's slander, who said that "whoever wins over Wei's daughter will win the world," and insisted on setting up this scheme.

Looking at the Fifth Nanqing fighting like a demon in the distance, Zhao Xun felt a chill in his heart. Wherever Nanqing went, blood splattered and limbs flew everywhere. How could there be any possibility of "capturing him alive"?

He didn't believe that nonsense about "whoever wins over Wei will win the world" at all!

Even if there is some truth to it, what kind of person is the Crown Princess of Wei?

That was a god of war who had swept across all nations without ever being defeated; how could an ordinary person capture him?

Undeterred, Zhao Xun urged again, "Your Highness! There's still time to retreat. We can use the secret passage..."

"Shut up!"

Fan Hao snatched the bow and arrow from the guard beside him, drew the bowstring taut, and shot an arrow, but Nan Qing easily deflected it.

She looked up and met Fan Hao's violent eyes. Her eyes were filled with mockery. Then, with a light flick of her toe, the arrow flew up and landed in her hand.

With a flick of her wrist, the arrow pierced the air, heading straight for Fan Hao's heart. The arrow was so fast that there was no time for him to react.

At the critical moment, Zhao Xun used all his strength to push Fan Hao away.

"laugh--"

The arrow pierced Zhao Xun's chest deeply, and even went straight through his body, embedding itself in the beam behind him, demonstrating its immense force.

Fan Hao slumped to the ground, finally revealing a look of terror: "General Zhao... General Zhao..."

Zhao Xun turned his head with difficulty, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth: "Your...Prince...quickly...go..."

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Fan Hao finally came to his senses and scrambled backward to escape, but after only a few steps, he heard a deafening tiger roar behind him.

Xiao Ba adhered to the principle that the biggest boss's head should not be stolen, so he restrained his strength, stepped on the people under his feet, and used his tiger tail to sweep away all the people who rushed up.

With the old general killed and the prince captured, for a time, despite the large number of soldiers around, no one dared to step forward. Everyone was terrified by the terrifying fighting power of the man and the tiger.

Just then, even louder shouts of battle and the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from the direction of the city gate in the distance.

The attack began at noon, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Rui and Zhou Cheng had led their men to breach the city gates and enter the city.

The sound was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Although the person had not yet arrived, the remaining soldiers in front of the government office were thrown into chaos upon hearing the sound.

Most people scattered and fled in all directions, while a few abandoned their armor and knelt down, clutching their heads and exhaling.

The sound of horses' hooves grew closer in the distance. Pei Linmo took the lead and immediately spotted the figure standing atop the mountain of corpses.

Nan Qing held the sword in one hand, blood dripping from the tip. A few drops of blood stained her fair cheek, like red plum blossoms in the snow—beautiful and eerie.

She turned her head to meet his gaze, her eyes calm, cold, and indifferent.

But that look made Pei Linmo's heart tighten suddenly.

He didn't like the way she looked at him.

That gaze was too distant and empty, like a god high above looking down on all living beings, without sorrow or joy, without desire or want.

Pei Linmo dismounted, stepped over the pool of blood, and ascended the mountain of corpses, calling out his name for the first time.

"Nanqing."

He thought she would definitely ignore him, after all, he was the one who angered her that day.

Unexpectedly, Nan Qing nodded slightly, smiled, and said to him with a hint of arrogance in her tone:

"Pei Linmo, you're late."

With that call, the aloof and indifferent Nan Qing disappeared, and he became the Crown Princess of Wei who would joke with him and get angry with him.

He reached out and brushed the bloodstains from her face, wiping away the crimson with his fingertips.

"Okay, I won't do it again next time."

His words sounded like a whisper, yet also like a promise. Upon hearing them, Nan Qing chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling.

She couldn't explain why she had taken a liking to this person.

Maybe it's because we've spent too much time together?

Or perhaps it's because this person always manages to amuse her?