Yang Qingzhi glanced at the sword in Zhou Chuan's hand and sneered, "Even a gentleman's sword has become a killing sword."
Zhou Chuan said, "The Gentleman's Sword can kill, but it does not crave blood."
Yang Qingzhi asked, "If the city gates are opened, how can the people of Southern Zhou survive?"
Zhou Chuan thought for a moment and replied, "You may not believe in my character, or Xiao Luofeng's integrity, but you should believe in Zhao Cheng. He personally led the expedition so that neither side would shed as much blood as possible."
Yang Qingzhi looked down at the city walls and asked, "Where is he? I want to talk to him."
Zhou Chuan said seriously, "He is our emperor, and you are no longer qualified to make this request."
Yang Qingzhi gave a self-deprecating laugh and gently stepped aside, seemingly speaking to himself, or perhaps to the soldiers around him.
Are you tired?
After the city fell, Zhou Chuan headed straight for the Southern Zhou imperial palace.
Unbeknownst to those around him, Zhou Chuan's expression had undergone a dramatic change, his gaze even becoming somewhat frightening.
The three main battalions were the first to come out and resist. After the Han army stormed into the palace, they were met with fierce resistance from the Imperial Guards.
Zhou Chuan and Xiao Luofeng exchanged a glance, then ignored the current battle and ventured alone into the palace.
The deeper you go, the fewer people there are.
Even the eunuchs and palace maids couldn't see it.
Only by the lake in the Imperial Garden, a middle-aged man was standing under a locust tree feeding the fish.
Zhou Chuan took a deep breath and slowly walked towards him.
"Zhou Jingyan".
...
Gong Xue broke through the formation with a single sword strike, injuring the Miaoyin Immortal Group as well, but she did not go to help Yang Taozhi.
Not wanting to disturb their sword-testing was also the reason why Gong Xue stopped the Miaoyin Fairy Group.
She stood quietly at a distance, watching their battle with admiration.
The sky was still a tapestry of red and gold.
After a long while, Yang Taozhi and Ming Yingluo both appeared.
Both of them had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.
No one could see clearly how they fought, but it seemed they had finished.
Yang Taozhi spoke first: "Of all my opponents, very few can defeat me, and even fewer can fight me to a draw."
Ming Yingluo said, "Me too."
After he finished speaking, there was another silence.
Some soldiers noticed that the swords at their waists began to tremble, then slowly unsheathed and floated toward the starfruit branch.
Ming Yingluo looked at the increasing number of swords in the sky and said, "You're going to borrow swords again."
Yang Taozhi said, "Let's try again."
"Even if you lend me your sword, I'm not afraid of you."
Ming Yingluo plunged the sword into the ground, placed her hands on the hilt, and suddenly a golden light rose straight into the sky.
Yang Taozhi said, "It would be best to have your soldiers behind you take cover."
Ming Yingluo said, "Have your people avoid the area as well."
At this moment, a discordant voice rang out: "Ladies, it's enough to stop here. Why must you fight to the death?"
The Han army split up, and Zhao Cheng rode in on horseback.
"Zhao Cheng".
Ming Yingluo glanced at Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Cheng smiled and said, "Master, there's no need to fight anymore. You and my sworn sister are already tied, and the White Tiger Divine General has broken the Wonderful Sound Immortal Formation. It's obvious who won and who lost."
Ming Yingluo said, "Even if I lose the battle, I won't lose face. Do you think I came here for nothing?"
Zhao Cheng said confidently, "If nothing unexpected happens, Xiao Luofeng and Zhou Chuan have already entered Kangye. No matter how hard you resist here, it will be meaningless. It will only make the soldiers bleed more."
Upon hearing this, Ming Yingluo's eyes narrowed slightly.
Those Southern Zhou soldiers who heard Zhao Cheng's words looked at each other and began to discuss among themselves.
"Kangye has fallen?"
"Zhao Han still has another army?"
"How could it be so fast?"
Zhao Cheng shouted, "Do you think I'm just joking around when I'm leading the entire nation in a southern invasion? Master, Miaoyin Pavilion has its own intelligence system. You should know how quickly Hechong County has fallen. Can Kangye City stop Xiao Luofeng and Zhou Chuan? The answer is obvious."
Ming Yingluo remained silent.
Zhao Cheng continued, "Zhou Jinghuan is gone. I know you and Zhou Jingyan didn't get along, there's really no need for you to risk your life for him. If the war spreads to Wudong County, you..."
Ming Yingluo immediately retorted angrily, "How dare you!"
"There is nothing I dare not do." Zhao Cheng said, unfazed by Ming Yingluo's gaze, "But I do not wish to do that. My goal is to reclaim Southern Zhou, not to utterly destroy it. As long as Kangye is captured and the various prefectures of Southern Zhou surrender, I will not start another war."
"I will bestow upon you the title of Queen of Wudong, and the entire territory of Wudong will be governed by Miaoyin Pavilion."
Ming Yingluo glanced at the Fairy Miaoyin who was slowly approaching her, then looked at the Southern Zhou soldiers behind her and asked, "How can I trust you?"
Zhao Cheng retorted, "Is my character not trustworthy?"
“It’s not worth it,” Ming Yingluo said decisively.
Zhao Cheng smiled and said, "How about this, I'll send one of my sons to your Miaoyin Pavilion?"
Ming Yingluo asked doubtfully, "Are you willing to give up a child as a hostage?"
Zhao Cheng said, "Look at what you're saying. It's his good fortune that my prince can come to your Miaoyin Pavilion to study!"
Which one to send?
"You should know the relationship between the Yang family of Southern Zhou and my beloved concubine. How about I send my third son, Zhao Changgong, instead?"
Upon hearing this, Ming Yingluo didn't think much of it and said, "I will teach him, but a hostage is a hostage. If you dare to go back on your word, I will not let him off easily."
"make a deal."
At that moment, Yang Taozhi and Ming Yingluo suddenly looked in the same direction at the same time.
Ming Yingluo asked, "How long are we going to hide?"
A young man stepped out; it was Xiao.
Yang Taozhi looked him over and asked, "Could you be the Prodigal Swordsman?"
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