Jiang Qingyao made up stories about someone who was as precious as a precious jade and loved him deeply, without changing her expression. She remained calm and composed when facing Attila's scrutinizing and suspicious gaze.
It was as if no matter how many times I asked her, she would get the same answer without a trace of hesitation.
She was so confident that people had to believe her words.
Anyway, Marquis Anguo is not here, so no matter how she exaggerates, it is not an exaggeration. It is not shameful to suffer less in order to survive.
Jiang Qingyao continued, "I have a heart condition. When I get nervous, I feel chest tightness and shortness of breath. I can't breathe. Prepare a separate room for me."
She paused, "Don't try to torture me or scare me. I can't stand being scared. Otherwise, I'll die before I can reach the frontier, and you won't be able to explain to the higher-ups."
"It would be a shame to sacrifice so many people and end up with nothing."
The people of Beimo were shocked.
This person actually said so calmly that he was fragile and mortal, and even dared to make conditions with them.
After a moment's silence, Attila frowned and said, "Untie her and do as she says."
Tal, who was standing beside him, had a look of regret in his eyes. He and the others put away the tools used to torture people. The whips, hammers, and branding irons were all useless.
In the past, any Da Xia person who fell into their hands was tortured to death, but she was so fragile, like fragile porcelain, and could not be scolded or beaten, let alone tortured severely.
The people of Beimo prepared a separate room for Jiang Qingyao to stay in and also gave her some clean food.
"We are not taking a hostage, but inviting an ancestor." Someone said unhappily.
Some people also questioned: "Is what she said true? Does the Marquis of Anguo really like her so much?"
Attila slowly raised his eyes and said, "It is said that the braver the man, the more he likes delicate women. Marquis Anguo is so brave, and Jiang Qingyao is like porcelain that will break at the slightest touch. That's right."
This was the local culture she had learned during her long stay in Daxia, and she believed in it deeply.
Sitting in the room and hearing the conversation outside, Jiang Qingyao was speechless.
She was sure that if the Marquis of Anguo saw her now, weak and unable to take care of herself, like a little white flower, there was no way he would like her.
She couldn't bear it herself.
In order to survive, you can only show weakness in front of others and hide your edge behind your back.
All the way to the frontier, Jiang Qingyao didn't suffer any hardship at all, and her little face became increasingly rosy.
But the further north she went, the colder it got, which reminded her of the time in her previous life when she had to seek elixir for her stepson, and her legs became injured. Every winter, her knees would be in excruciating pain.
The pain was so severe that I couldn't sleep at all. On winter nights, I could only take some drowsy medicine to fall asleep.
She came to her senses in a daze and realized that she was still young. She had not experienced the bad things in her previous life, nor was she suffering from a lot of illnesses.
very nice.
She must live well.
That day, Attila took Jiang Qingyao back to report.
Deep in the enemy camp, Jiang Qingyao followed Attila with a calm expression to meet Batu, the Grand Marshal of the Northern Desert.
Batu means "Eagle King" in the northern desert, implying the king of eagles soaring in the sky and overlooking everything.
Only those who are of high status, powerful and majestic can be called "Batu".
In the white tent, the man sitting in the first seat had a high nose bridge, thick lips, and a crown woven with gold and silver threads on his head, which was decorated with various gems and sparkled brightly.
The man was tall and burly, like a small hill, with an eagle standing on his broad shoulders.
He was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, and his eyes were as sharp as knives as he fell on Jiang Qingyao.
Attila knelt on the ground, respectfully and piously: "Great Marshal Batu, the person has been brought here. She is the fiancée of Marquis Anguo."
Everyone looked towards Jiang Qingyao and saw a stunningly beautiful woman in green, with hair like ink and skin like snow. She was so beautiful that it left people speechless and could make all the scenery in the world pale in comparison.
She is not only beautiful, but also very young, just at the age of a flower.
Batu commented pertinently: "I'm afraid none of the princesses of Daxia are as pretty as you."
Attila added promptly: "The Grand Marshal is right, she is the most beautiful woman in Shangjing City."
"..." If she hadn't said it, Jiang Qingyao would have forgotten that she had this title.
The deputy general standing to Batu's right was so stunned that he raised his chin and said loudly, "Grand Marshal, I have thought of a way to humiliate the Marquis of Anguo. Isn't there a saying among the Xia people that the hatred of stealing a wife is unforgivable? Just let me marry his woman by force."
"..." Jiang Qingyao frowned. He really dared to think so.
The surrounding Beimo people burst into laughter.
Batu thought about it for a moment and seemed to think that this suggestion was good.
This group of people decided her fate so frivolously.
Batu suddenly said, "Are you willing?"
Jiang Qingyao didn't even think about it: "I don't want to."
Before Batu could even open his mouth, the deputy general demanded anxiously, "Why?!"
Jiang Qingyao didn't even bother to give him a glance, "Too old and too ugly."
"Not even one-tenth of the Marquis of Anguo."
When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.
Batu sneered, "Girl from Daxia, this is not up to you."
Attila thought Jiang Qingyao was going to say "Cut off your king's head" again, but she was surprisingly silent, so silent that it made people a little uncomfortable.
Jiang Qingyao was taken away, waiting to get married with the Beimo deputy general in front of the battle line tomorrow, naturally following the Beimo customs.
Marquis Anguo had caused the Northern Desert Army to suffer a series of defeats and lose all face, and now they were going to force his fiancée to marry him in front of everyone.
"Why aren't you crying?" A voice sounded behind Jiang Qingyao.
Jiang Qingyao suddenly turned around and looked at Attila, who was looking down at her with his arms folded.
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