Song Yunyang, who was outside the door, saw this scene clearly. She felt a surge of tension and a complex emotion appeared on her face.

In fact, Song Yunyang knew very well that Wu Yunyin's wishful thinking was ultimately hopeless, and Chen Zhennan's decisiveness and indifference were precisely his majesty as the God of War of the Wu Kingdom and the Emperor of the Great Yan.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense at this moment. Wu Yunyin's tears contrasted sharply with Chen Zhennan's resolute attitude, as if telling a story of a helpless fate.

Wu Yunyin's arrogance and stubbornness ultimately pushed her to the brink of despair, while Chen Zhennan's benevolence and decisiveness were the last bit of warmth that could be offered in this power struggle.

A decent outcome?

Wu Yunyin isn't stupid; Chen Zhennan's meaning was already very clear: dignity means death.

"Chen Zhennan, is it really beyond redemption? Please, help me!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhennan's eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm helping you. Only if I come will you have a chance to live! Zhou Xiang tried to kill you just now. Do you know how much I wanted that sword to strike?"

As he spoke, Chen Zhennan picked up a pen and paper, wrote down the letter of surrender for Wu Yunyin, and then handed it to her.

"If you tear up this surrender document, you will be completely free. The Great Wu will surely end, and no one can stop it!"

"But you...you!" Wu Yunyin stood up, angrily saying, "You promised, you promised to help me pacify the world, but now..."

Chen Zhennan reached out to interrupt Wu Yunyin and sighed again.

"I did make a promise, but when you slaughtered 300,000 of my brothers, all those promises were wiped clean. Besides, who heard my promises to you? It's all about the victor and the vanquished. Do you think this is still six years ago, trying to trick me again with just a few words?"