Looking at the calm and peaceful Fengyue City, Han Shaoting lowered his eyes, wondering if Ji Jiuying and the others had succeeded.

He looked up; he should believe her.

"Prince of Beixiang, you can't escape," Han Shaoting said, then waved to his men, signaling them to go inside.

The Prince of Beixiang laughed nonchalantly, "It's still uncertain who will be unable to escape."

Just as Han Shaoting entered the city gate, he noticed that the guards at the gate were giving him a wink, and upon closer inspection, he realized that they all had the emblem of the Garan on their chests.

Han Shaoting's eyes flickered slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief. She had indeed done what she said.

As for the Prince of Beixiang, he was probably too anxious just now and didn't notice these things at all, but of course, that's not the main reason.

The Prince of Beixiang would never have imagined that Fengyue City had already been replaced by a puppet prince.

The city gates were closed, and the Prince of Beixiang became even more smug, laughing loudly, "Crown Prince Jialan, welcome to the City of Romance in the Western Jin Dynasty."

"Guards, tie up Crown Prince Jialan for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, soldiers from all around and those hidden in the shadows emerged. Hearing the resounding noise, the Prince of Beixiang frowned. Was it really necessary to make such a fuss over capturing the eldest prince of the Jialan clan?

Just as he was about to speak up, he was suddenly surrounded. Why did this scene seem so familiar?

The King of Beixiang then realized something was wrong; the area around him was full of Garan soldiers, and there were no soldiers from his Western Jin Dynasty left.

Seeing Feng Yu walk in unharmed, the King of Beixiang stared in horror.

What's going on? What exactly happened? Those people were clearly poisoned, and the city lord was practically half-dead... And what about the 200,000 elite troops he left in Fengyue City? Where's Deputy General Zhang?

"Your Highness!"

Feng Yu approached Han Shaoting and respectfully bowed.

"Lord Feng, you've suffered." Han Shaoting patted Feng Yu on the shoulder and said solemnly.

“It is not your subordinates who are suffering, but the people of Fengyue City. Fortunately, the people sent by Your Highness arrived in time, and your subordinates and these brothers were able to save their lives.”

The Prince of Beixiang also learned about this matter from their conversation. It turned out that it was all the work of the First Prince Jialan. In that case, the reason why the people in Guanshan City were able to get rid of the poison must also be because of the First Prince Jialan.

But how can he escape this city of pleasure under the current circumstances?

It truly is a case of escaping the tiger's mouth only to fall into the wolf's den. Is this the day that the Prince of Beixiang will meet his end?

"Crown Prince Jialan, I never expected that I, the Prince of Beixiang, would fall for your tricks twice." The Prince of Beixiang's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was almost crazed.

"Prince of Beixiang, there are many things you can't imagine!"

Han Shaoting smiled meaningfully, but this smile was so glaring in the eyes of the Prince of Beixiang that a bad premonition immediately arose in his heart.

Before the Prince of Beixiang could speak, Han Shaoting's voice came again, "Arrest the Prince of Beixiang! Treat him well."

The word "serve" was emphasized even more.

The King of Beixiang was startled. With nearly 200,000 people surrounding him, it would be difficult to escape. A flash of inspiration struck him, and he could only discard some more items to save himself.

As the soldiers approached him step by step, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the King of Beixiang. He leaped into the air, and his mount immediately reared up and roared. Before anyone could react, an explosion rang out, the spirit beast exploded, and the soldiers who were closest to him met their end on the spot.

The Prince of Beixiang turned around triumphantly, revealing a sarcastic smile. He thought this was just wishful thinking, trying to capture him. But his triumph lasted less than three seconds before an overwhelming pressure descended upon him, causing his head to throb with pain. Before he could react, an almost black spiritual force struck him directly from above.

puff!

The King of Beixiang fell from the sky like a rag, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood. He felt as if not a single bone in his body was intact. He stared in disbelief at the beautiful young woman who had landed in front of him. Who was this woman? How could she be so strong?

Hei Xiangling frowned and glanced at the person on the ground with disdain. Finally, she looked at Feng Yu awkwardly and forced a smile. "Sorry, I accidentally hit him a little too hard."

"But the most important reason is that this ugly monster is too useless. He's so weak, I only used less than 10% of my spiritual power, haha!"

Upon hearing this, the King of Beixiang, who was lying on the ground, spat out another mouthful of blood. This woman was too arrogant; she dared to call him a piece of trash. It was an insult!

Feng Yu's lips curled up slightly. He trusted her; after all, he had personally experienced her carelessness.

"Miss Xiangling, there's no need to blame yourself. As long as he's still alive, that's enough."

When she heard Feng Yu call her Miss Xiangling, she frowned slightly, but then she remembered that this was how mortals addressed each other, and her earlier discomfort disappeared.

Han Shaoting looked at her with a puzzled expression. Feng Yu was also a little confused when he saw that Han Shaoting didn't recognize Hei Xiangling. Could it be that those people were sent by the Third Prince?

Han Shaoting also lowered his eyes and glanced around. Could it be someone from Ji Jiuying's side?

"Where are the people who came to help you?"

"They're all in the City Lord's Mansion, Your Highness. Who are they?"

Feng Yu thought of those people and asked curiously.

Han Shaoting's eyes flickered slightly. "Feng Yu, all you need to know is that they're here to help us. I advise you not to be too curious about anything else. Knowing too much isn't good for you."

Feng Yu didn't ask any further questions, but he guessed that they were definitely not from their Jialan.

The Prince of Beixiang was dragged along like a dead dog and finally slammed heavily into a cell full of rats. With his bones broken all over his body, he was completely unable to move and could only let the rats lick him. The Prince of Beixiang stared wide-eyed in terror, but he didn't have the strength to shout and could only let out weak whimpers.

His eyes, however, inadvertently caught sight of Deputy General Zhang, who was unconscious and bound to a cross.

The King of Beixiang couldn't figure out why Fengyue City had suddenly changed. Could it be because of that girl?

At this moment, Zhang, the deputy general on the cross, was biting the flesh of the rat, groaning in pain, and trying to move to scare away the rat at his feet.

"Zhang...bo, Zhang Bo..."

Zhang Bo heard a familiar voice calling him and thought his savior had arrived. He looked up but didn't see anyone. He only saw a person lying in the cell next to him.

He looked closely and realized it was the man in prison who had called him. That familiar voice... Could it be...? Zhang Bo's eyes widened in horror. It's over! Utterly over! The only person he could rely on now, the prince, had turned into this.

"Your Highness, what exactly is going on?"

Zhang Bo originally thought that these people took advantage of the absence of the Prince of Beixiang to launch a sneak attack on Fengyue City and reclaim it. He was even thinking that he would wait for the Prince of Beixiang to return and rescue him, so that he would not have to go through what Feng Yu had said. He did not expect that the Prince's trip to Guanshan City with 200,000 troops would also encounter changes, and he would return in this state.

"I wanted to ask you what happened!"

With all his might, the King of Beixiang uttered this complete sentence fiercely.