She said lazily, "What's the use of crying?"
Attila never saw her cry during the whole journey. Although she was very fragile, as if she could be crushed to death with one hand, she always looked calm and composed.
Even when the Grand Marshal and his men proposed such a humiliating method today, she didn't panic at all.
What a strange woman.
"Didn't you say that the Marquis of Anguo would kill us all? And chop off our king's head?"
"Haha, I'll see tomorrow if he's really that powerful."
"Or is he just going to watch you and the lieutenant general enter the bridal chamber while he's helpless?"
She had expected Jiang Qingyao to break down and cry, but she didn't. She even lay down and said, "I'm sleepy. You go."
“…” Attila walked away bored.
After everyone left, Jiang Qingyao raised her hand and touched the hairpin on her head, and her expression changed slightly.
She doesn't cry, tears are the most useless thing.
They could have killed her, her body would have died, but her soul would never surrender.
If she was going to die, she would take someone with her.
I wonder what expression the Marquis of Anguo will have when he sees her appear before the Northern Desert Army tomorrow? Will he still be as calm as if facing a mountain collapsing before him?
As she was thinking, Jiang Qingyao fell asleep.
The next day.
The people of Beimo forced her to wear Beimo's wedding dress.
The two armies faced each other, with cold winds blowing and heavy snow falling.
Batu sat on the chariot, holding the wine jug with one hand, and drank wildly and unrestrainedly with his head tilted back.
The deputy general of Beimo pushed Jiang Qingyao to the front and shouted, "Marquis Anguo, watch carefully. Today I will take your wife away from you!"
Jiang Qingyao immediately noticed the tall and eye-catching figure on the horse opposite, his dark blue cloak covered with frost and snow.
She staggered and only then felt the coldness of the wind and snow blowing across her face.
She and Marquis Anguo looked at each other from a distance.
He Zheng opened his mouth and said, "You said you want to marry her?"
Beimo's deputy general was very proud and laughed loudly: "Yes! Let's get married now..."
The laughter behind stopped abruptly.
Jiang Qingyao saw red plum blossoms blooming on the ground, so bright and tempting.
No, it’s not red plum blossoms, it’s blood, blood all over the ground.
Three arrows, one hit the eyebrows of Beimo Deputy General, one pierced his neck, and the other hit his heart.
The deputy general of Bei Mo died.
In the blink of an eye, the deputy general died. Batu was so frightened that he dropped his wine jug and held up his sword, becoming fully alert.
He Zheng put away his bow and arrow, his brows filled with terrifying murderous intent.
"Return her. If you harm even a hair on her head, I will lead a hundred thousand soldiers to razze the Northern Desert and take Jimu's head!"
Jimu, the king of the Northern Desert.
Attila looked at Jiang Qingyao instantly, what she said was true!!!
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