So, Zhao Ying chose a good day and left 5,000 men behind to guard the Burmese tribe. When she returned from the battle, they would reorganize the tribe and decide whether to make them a subordinate, pay tribute, or incorporate them into the territories...
And at this moment, in the Jiaozhi Palace.
Hu Yanxue angrily slammed the table, her blood-red hair clutching the paper tightly. Unable to speak, she could only write. The maidservant beside her, fluent in both languages, translated, "All of you, step down! Any more dissenters will be killed without mercy!"
"Queen, please think twice. The current situation is not suitable for war with the Great Chu. The Queen is also a Chu, so why would she make an enemy of her own motherland? Could it be true, as the rumors say, that the Queen is seeking revenge?"
All the officials knelt on the ground. Some were trying to comfort the king, some were scolding him, some were determined to see the king himself, and some were supporting Hu Yanxue... It was more chaotic than a market.
Suddenly, Hu Yanxue whimpered twice, then wrote something on a piece of paper. The maid read it out, "What are you making a fuss about? I'm not a mediocre person like Zhao Ying. To tell you the truth, I feigned a fight and deliberately delayed time to let the assassins sneak into the Chu camp. I think it won't be long before we hear that Zhao Ying and that little bastard have been killed!"
Huyan Xue gritted her teeth and snorted coldly with hatred.
Zhao Ying, you didn’t expect this!
The letter you sent just gave me the exact location of your hiding place!
I will take back the past grudge from you with interest!
Bang!
Suddenly there was a loud noise from the palace door.
Everyone was startled and looked towards the door.
Against the light, amidst the flying dust, a slender and dashing figure, dressed in red and black armor and holding a long sword, walked in.
The voice came in before the person appeared, "Xue'er, long time no see!"
Hu Yanxue’s eyes almost popped out of her head.
Then, out of the dust, a chubby little figure appeared, hands on hips, stomping heavily on the gilded palace door. He angrily cried, "Where's my durian? Where's my durian? If you find the wrong one again, I'll make a scene!"
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