After Qiu Jie finished her dance, cheers erupted inside the tent.

Qiu Jie seemed not to hear, and went straight to Wei Shao's desk, knelt down, and presented the Chengjun sword with both hands, saying, "Fifth Prince, this Chengjun sword was originally your father's heirloom. I was not qualified to take it, but now it is returned to its rightful owner."

Wei Shao watched with rapt attention, savoring the performance. His earlier dissatisfaction had vanished. He reached out and took the sword, asking, "When did Miss Qiu learn this dance?"

Qiu Jie smiled and said, "Fifth Prince, I learned it a long time ago."

Wei Shao took it as a joke, hanging his sword at his waist and saying to Chu Yi, "To be honest, this dance was created by me, but because no one could perform it, it has not been passed down. How could Miss Qiu have learned it?"

Chu Yi also asked curiously, "Is it really as the Fifth Prince said? Could it be that Miss Qiu once worked in the Fifth Prince's residence?"

Qiu Jie smiled and said, "Fifth Prince, this jade pendant you're wearing will definitely be damaged if it's bumped by the sword sheath. Would you mind taking it off and letting me keep it for you?"

"That's good." Wei Shao was afraid that the scabbard might shake and damage the jade pendant, so he took it off and placed it in Qiu Jie's hand.

Qiu Jie carefully put away the jade pendant, stood up and came to Chu Yi, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, hesitation will only lead to trouble."

Chu Yi was raising his glass to drink when he heard her words and paused.

Then a murderous look appeared on his face, and he smashed the wine glass on the ground.

The tent flap was lifted, and a large group of axemen rushed in. Wei Shao, seeing the danger, drew his sword and cut down two men, but was then pinned to the ground and bound with ropes. His men were all killed as well.

“Chu Yi, I’ve heard you’re a respectable man,” Wei Shao said to Chu Yi, “but I never expected you to devise such a vicious scheme.”

Chu Yi didn't answer, but waved to the executioners and said, "Push them out."

The executioners grabbed Wei Shao and pushed him out of the tent.

Wei Shao struggled desperately, turning around and shouting, "We haven't even started talking yet. I know you want more territory... You should at least state your conditions first. Who starts fighting right away? That's not the rule."

Qiu Jie, standing beside him, said, "Fifth Prince, please stop shouting. This idea was mine."

Wei Shao was furious and tried to rush towards Qiu Jie, but he was firmly held back by the axemen and walked out of the tent without his feet touching the ground.

"Qiu Jie, I should have guessed it was you... You lied to me. If you dare touch me, believe me, my army will raze you to the ground..."

Qiu Jie ignored him and followed him out of the tent, while Wei Shao continued to curse.

A maidservant ran up quickly and called out, "Goddess, Mr. Jiang has arrived."

Qiu Jie laughed and said, "It's alright, he's late. Quickly take Wei Shao to the execution site to prevent blood from staining the camp."

The group carried Wei Shao forward for a while until they reached the execution platform. Jiang Wenpei happened to walk over and, seeing Wei Shao about to be executed, shouted, "Spare his life! Allow me to see His Highness!"

The executioners stopped, and Jiang Wenpei hurriedly ran towards the central command tent.

Wei Shao had been cursing incessantly, but seeing that he was really about to be beheaded, he was terrified and suddenly went limp, pleading with Qiu Jie, "Miss Qiu, I have no grudge against you in the past or present. Why do you have to put me to death?"

Qiu Jie smiled and said, "Of course I have no grudge against you. It's just that I need to borrow your army to fight Wei Jingzhuo, and I'm afraid you won't agree."

Wei Shao protested, "You didn't even say anything, yet you knew I wouldn't agree?"

“Of course I know,” Qiu Jie laughed. “I know you better than your mother does. Your favorite dishes, your favorite dances… I know you won’t agree. In your eyes, only the throne matters. But you are not worthy of it at all.”

Wei Shao couldn't understand Qiu Jie's words and said, "Then I don't want the throne anymore, I don't want anything."

“I had the chef cook your favorite dishes and even performed the Dance of the Flying Swan for you. What more could you possibly want?”

After Qiu Jie finished speaking, she stopped listening to Wei Shao's pleas and turned away.

"Execute."