Nan Lingqin looked at the newcomer without any surprise. Instead, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she chuckled, "Heh heh, I never expected it to be the Emperor of Bei Rong."
The Northern Emperor walked with his hands behind his back, his posture composed, his eyes sharp, and a deep, enigmatic smile on his lips. "You're not at all surprised to see me."
"Of course it's not surprising. In the past month or so, our Southern Qi has been on a winning streak, defeating the Northern Rong one after another. Judging from this situation, in less than half a month, our Southern Qi will be able to enter the capital. I think the Northern Emperor should be anxious."
"Hmph, how arrogant! However, since I am here today, Nan Lingqin, I will not leave empty-handed."
As Yuwen Shu spoke, he waved his hand behind him, and immediately dozens of men in black stepped forward. They looked cold and stern, clearly not ordinary people. Leading them was none other than the Fifth Prince, Yuwen Shi.
"Fifth Prince, it's been a long time."
Nan Lingqin didn't panic; instead, she greeted them.
Yuwen Shi, dressed in plain clothes, had a sharp look in his eyes and figure, yet still exuded an ethereal aura. Looking at Nan Lingqin, every gesture he made was filled with a noble demeanor. "I let you escape last time, but today I'm determined to catch you."
"Is that so? I thought you would help Yuwen Yao. It turns out you are still the one who obeys the Emperor the most."
Upon hearing this, the Northern Emperor looked suspicious.
Yuwen Shi, however, remained calm and smiled, rubbing his forehead. "The Southern Qi princess is quite adept at sowing discord."
Nan Lingqin smiled faintly and remained silent, while Qingxia, seeing this, immediately stood protectively in front of Nan Lingqin.
"Princess, I will protect you."
Nan Lingqin glanced at her, her eyes filled with complex emotions. However, this was not the time to dwell on the matter. She looked at the Northern Emperor, her eyes suddenly flashing with murderous intent. "Northern Emperor, do you think you will win tonight?"
"I heard that your Cloud Clan techniques had already reached an extraordinary level a month ago. You must know a little about the secrets of the Cloud Clan."
Now that things have come to this, the Northern Emperor no longer needs any pleasantries or probing; he has gone straight to the point in a despicable and shameless manner.
"Even if I've seen through it, so what? Does the Northern Emperor think I'd tell you?"
"Nan Lingqin, this is my Bei Rong territory, don't be so arrogant."
Nan Lingqin remained unfazed by the threats, stating, "However, this city is now entirely mine."
Facing the Northern Emperor's aggressive coldness, Nan Lingqin remained resolute, her beautiful face sharp and cold. "Yuwen Shu, since you have delivered yourself to my door, today I will use your blood to appease my mother's soul, to comfort the Yun people who have been bound by you for more than ten years and have never seen the light of day, and to make amends for the days I, Nan Lingqin, have spent on the felt mats all these years."
As soon as she spoke, Nan Lingqin released the small crossbow in her hand, and instantly, silver needles as thin as cow's hair flew straight towards the emperor's face with wind and electricity.
At the same time, Minglan also led his people out from all directions.
They were clearly lying in ambush here.
"Hmph, but a mere ambush is truly childish and absurd."
Yuwen Yao clapped his hands together, and the wind from his palms moved automatically, causing the ground all around to tremble.
Nan Lingqin frowned. Yuwen Shu's skills were indeed impressive, but unfortunately, Zhang Liang's strategy and the ladder to cross the bridge were now outdated.
Nan Lingqin suddenly leaped into the air with a light touch of her toes, and then her body began to spin rapidly.
Instantly, a light mist, like fog or cloud, emanated from Zhou Xiang's body, quickly enveloping the area within a hundred meters.
At the same time, her gaze turned cold, and her hand transformed into a claw, reaching down to grab a certain spot.
"flutter--"
She couldn't grab it, but a sword that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere suddenly pierced the Northern Emperor. A cry of pain was heard, and Nan Lingqin's face lit up with joy. She immediately used her palm to disperse all the light energy.
The Northern Emperor was indeed injured, and moreover, she trampled him underfoot.
For a moment, it made everyone feel apprehensive and calm.
"How dare you! Release the Emperor at once!"
The men behind the emperor shouted and brandished their swords, trying to surround him, but Xu Yiran and Qingxia blocked them.
Nan Lingqin ignored the encirclement and instead stared at the Northern Emperor lying on the ground. In that instant, her eyes seemed to hold hell, and her smile was sinister. "Northern Emperor, did you see that? What I used just now was a technique of the Yun Clan. It can bewitch people, confuse their eyes, and make them unable to distinguish north from south."
The Northern Emperor, the ruler of the entire nation, was trampled underfoot by Nan Lingqin, a truly humiliating event. His face was already ashen, but upon hearing Nan Lingqin's words, a hint of excitement gradually spread from his eyes to his brows.
"What about the art of immortality? What about the art of resurrection?..."
The fervent light that enveloped the Northern Emperor's face made Nan Lingqin look utterly ridiculous.
"Northern Emperor, you have spent your entire life pursuing the so-called arts of immortality and resurrection. Do you know which emperors throughout history have died for this?"
The Northern Emperor was already incredibly excited. Suddenly, taking advantage of Nan Lingqin's unpreparedness, he flipped over and stood up, looking at Nan Lingqin excitedly, "Good, good, hahaha... Nan Lingqin, I really didn't come for nothing today. Guards, bring her in."
Before the Northern Emperor could finish speaking, the long sword was already close at hand, aimed directly at the Northern Emperor's brow.
That was a killing move, a killing move that left no room for maneuver.
"hit--"
In mid-air, a long sword suddenly grazed the Northern Emperor's ear, precisely deflecting Nan Lingqin's sword, which then fell to the ground with a long thud.
"Yu Wenyao!"
Nan Lingqin called out, her tone icy cold, devoid of any warmth.
Yuwen Yao's tall figure seemed to tremble slightly for a moment, and then, as if sculpted, his face was devoid of any superfluous expression. He looked at her with complex emotions, yet it seemed as if he was simply standing there clearly.
"Qin'er..."
With so many people present, he suddenly called her so gently, both before and after he stood in front of the emperor.
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