She ruthlessly exposed the hypocrisy of the assembled court officials, enraging them. However, before they could continue their verbal attacks, another cold and lazy voice pierced their ears like a knife scraping flesh.
"Just now you were all keeping quiet, but now you're arguing with a widow who just finished examining a general's body. Have you forgotten who you are and where you stand?"
These words were spoken by Yuan Xingzhou.
If Zheng Quchi's words wounded their fragile self-esteem, then His Highness the Crown Prince's words crushed their pride and the fragile facade they had painstakingly maintained into dust.
The courtiers of Ye were speechless, their expressions turning ashen and unsightly. They wanted to say something, but they didn't know what they could say.
...Most of the court officials standing here in the capital still feel ashamed, but what can they do? Can they change the current precarious and turbulent situation of the Ye Kingdom?
Even the King and Queen of Ye were afraid, let alone them. Apart from enduring, retreating, and lowering themselves to beg for mercy and plead with other countries to temporarily spare them, they didn't know what else they could do to save the Kingdom of Ye...
Who doesn't want to stand tall and be proud? Who would kneel down if they could stand? But they simply don't have that ability now. They can only live by the whims of others, trembling with fear and trepidation.
Zheng Quchi could guess the emotions and thoughts expressed by their silence at this moment without even asking. She had already seen how much backbone these people still had at the banquet.
She could understand their self-pity and their immersion in negative, helpless emotions, because in her world, a great literary figure once said that a slave who kneels for too long will forget how to stand up, and a nation that has knelt for too long will even have acrophobia when it comes to standing up.
Therefore, it is so difficult to resist the oppression and bullying, but it is much easier to bully and belittle people like them. It is as easy as having words and hands.
"General She, are you laughing like this because you think that my Ye Kingdom has lost its generals and has no one to fight, or do you think that I, a mere woman, am not worthy to compete with you?" Zheng Quchi asked calmly.
Zheng Quchi saw right through She Kou's thoughts. Her gentle and calm tone could not hide the determination and uncompromising nature in her words.
He looked over and was drawn to the unwavering determination in her eyes, as deep as a mountain. She was neither arrogant nor impatient, and her presence there created a striking contrast with the officials in the hall.
She stood tall and majestic, her cliffs gleaming, radiant and bright, bathed in sunlight, while they, like the western mountains fading into twilight, were heading towards darkness and decay, devoid of any vitality or spirit.
However, seeing Zheng Quchi's strong and powerful demeanor did not inspire She Kou's admiration. As an enemy, he was not happy to see anyone in Ye Kingdom possess an indomitable will. He only wanted to suppress and completely destroy such a person.
He said, "Zheng Quchi, no matter how capable you are, you can't fight on the battlefield like a man, even if it's just this military exercise among the six states, not a real battlefield. Besides..."
She Kou's tone gradually turned somber, and his narrowed eyes revealed a fierce look: "This general does not believe that anyone in your Ye Kingdom besides Yuwen Sheng can defeat Julu. You should give up. Yuwen Sheng's corpse will only become a sacrifice for Julu Kingdom's hatred. He will not have a good end in life, and he will not be able to be reincarnated after death. Even if he is reborn, he will be reborn as a beast, in the lowest of the three evil realms."
In the State of Ye, according to traditional customs, deceased relatives must be transported back to their hometowns for a funeral ceremony and buried underground. Only in this way can the deceased feel at ease. If the deceased is not buried, their relatives will not be at peace. The belief that "burial brings peace" and "returning to one's roots" has a profound influence on them.
Yuwen Sheng has no close blood relatives left in this world. No one will care where he will be buried or how his body will be desecrated...
Yuan Xingzhou's jet-black eyelashes covered his lifeless, motionless eyes, his face expressionless and indifferent.
But who said there weren't any?
"How dare you!" Zheng Quchi finally lost his temper, his anger surging and turning his eyes red, transforming into the sharpest blade: "Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, do you really want to go so far? But things will not go as you wish, because he still has me as his wife. You destroy him, I will support him. You want him to be unable to reincarnate, I will sculpt a golden statue of the God of War for him, have a high-ranking monk pray for him and perform rituals for him, and have incense burned brightly every day. There will always be people in Ye who have received his kindness and who will not forget his kindness, so they will build a merit tower for him and accumulate blessings for his next life."
Her words were powerful and weighty, emanating a resounding strength from the depths of her heart.
Yuan Xingzhou suddenly looked at her, his cold and deep eyes widening slightly, a kind of hazy and undulating light flickering within them, like a small boat rising and falling in a foggy sea, swaying endlessly.
When the other ministers heard that She Kou intended to desecrate Yuwen Sheng's corpse in front of them, they naturally felt a surge of resentment and anger. This stemmed from the fact that the other party simply did not take Ye Kingdom seriously, which was why he dared to stand on their territory and speak so arrogantly and recklessly.
The words of the General's wife truly shocked them.
The shock came not only from her words, but also from her courageous heart.
The words spoken by the other party were so venomous that it would be difficult for anyone to remain calm. They would tremble all over, grit their teeth, and those with weaker hearts might break down on the spot. But the general's wife was like an indestructible guardian. She intended to use her not-so-strong body to shield her deceased husband from the wind and rain, to protect him and resist all harm.
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