Is she despicable?
Yes, she is taking advantage of An Shangning.
But is she despicable?
She wasn't despicable; she simply gave An Shangning a choice.
In this world, there is never absolute right or wrong.
The sandstorm grew stronger at night, stinging people's faces painfully.
...
In the barbarian camp, blood had long since stained the sky red, and all eyes were filled with a chilling aura of slaughter.
Corpses were everywhere.
Limbs and torsos were scattered everywhere, a scene of carnage, and the stench of blood was overwhelming.
In the center, Zhuidamu and his men were completely surrounded.
"Zhuidamu, haha, you're surrounded. You think you're so capable, but you don't know, do you? Father has already given his personal guards to me. Surrender and I'll even give you a whole corpse."
The treacherous and cunning Mingemu was shouting wildly, and because of his words, Hei Buwei, who had stepped in to mediate, immediately stopped.
After all, the barbarian Black Cloth Guards are only loyal to their barbarian lord and only care about the peace of the barbarians.
Zhuidamu was surrounded by his personal guards. In the darkness, his face was covered in blood, which made his usually arrogant features look somewhat frightened, but his eyes showed no sign of retreat.
"Haha, Mingmu, you think you can make me surrender? Keep dreaming. The Emperor sent your personal guards, but you rebelled, plotted against the Emperor, killed Qinhemu in the internal strife, and then seized the Emperor's personal guards. And now you're still spouting nonsense and disturbing people's peace."
Zhuidamu's laughter was louder than Mingemu's; he possessed the domineering aura of a king and the arrogance to plunder everything.
Just that imposing aura made Mingemu's face darken. "Zhuidamu, the victor is king and the loser is villain. Don't try to sow discord here. Without the token personally given by the Emperor, how could I mobilize these personal guards? Hmph, kill, kill! Whoever takes Zhuidamu's head first will be promoted three ranks."
Encouraged, the guards rushed forward in a swarm, their blades gleaming with murderous intent and stained with blood.
One by one, people fell.
"Kill them..."
The shouts shattered the sky, silenced the birds and insects, and made the air heavy.
Zhuidamu wiped the blood from his face, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and grinned savagely, "Alright, tonight, I'm going to have a good time killing."
"Zhuidamu, I'll see just how lucky you are."
This night was destined to be a great baptism for the barbarians.
People living just a street away closed their doors early in the morning, praying, fleeing, and filled with fear.
At this time, Duanmu Rong, having received the news, waited at the border with his troops.
"Your Highness, shall we not set off now?"
Someone behind me was asking for instructions.
Taking advantage of the internal strife among the barbarians to seize their sovereignty is such a good opportunity. Wouldn't it be better to go sooner rather than later? If we go too late and someone else gets there first, then we've wasted our trip.
"Xie Lingqin is also among the barbarians."
Duanmu Rong pursed her lips, smiling charmingly and alluringly as she looked at the person.
The person who came in was immediately speechless.
"With her around, what advantages do you think you can gain?"
"Then, what are we doing here?"
A bodyguard behind him asked a curious question.
"Don't you think the moon is beautiful tonight? I brought you out to admire the moon, you should be grateful."
Is the moon beautiful tonight?
Suddenly, everyone looked up and saw that... the moon had disappeared behind the clouds. What a mess!
"Your Highness, you wouldn't happen to be here to see Miss Lingqin, would you?"
"You talk too much."
"But we can't see it from this far away."
“If we can’t see it, then those people can’t see it either.” Duanmu Rong toyed with the riding whip in his hand, a charming and suave smile playing on his lips.
Hearing Duanmu Rong's words from behind, he was taken aback, then realized, "The Crown Prince refers to Crown Prince Yuwen..."
"You've become smarter."
"In other words, if we make the slightest mistake, Crown Prince Yuwen might be planning to ambush us from behind?"
"My mind is working again."
"But, I feel that if that's really the case, it seems like Crown Prince Yuwen is actually helping Miss Lingqin..."
"Is that so?" Duanmu Rong frowned, but a faint smile appeared on his face. "Tormenting him brings me immense pleasure, so... no matter what, I must win."
...
The civil war among the barbarians lasted for an hour. There were very few people left on Zhuidamu's side, but Zhuidamu still pressed on, and his fighting spirit was unstoppable—even though he was also injured.
"Haha, kill! Kill!"
Mingemu sneered, his eyes burning with fervor. "Zhuidamu, do you really think you're the chosen one, and you still want to..." His voice suddenly stopped, because a cold sword suddenly appeared at Mingemu's neck.
"Retreat, or my sword will be stained with blood."
The woman's cold voice brought an immediate silence to the surroundings.
Through the shadows of the crowd, Zhuidamu looked ahead at the woman holding a sword to Mingemu's neck. In the depths of her dark pupils, already stained red by the scene, something shrank back and forth. Finally, a quick, cheerful smile spread across her thin, tightly pursed lips. "Good, good indeed."
It seemed that at this moment, he had nothing else to say but these words.
Their eyes met across the buildings, a sense of desolation and turmoil flowing through their hearts like a river, pulling at their souls and tugging at the unclear and ambiguous.
"You, Saiya, you, didn't you run away? Why are you back to help this Zhuidamu? He's not good to you at all."
Mingemu's eyes trembled slightly, utterly bewildered.
"Enough nonsense, are you leaving or not?" An Shangning remained aloof and unmoved, his grip on the long sword unwavering.
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