The head eunuch of Shuhua Palace has truly lived a life of luxury over the years.
Before coming to the battlefield, Fu Zhong had no idea that his wife was so invincible on the battlefield.
What would it be like if I hadn't been sold into the palace?
If he were conscripted after reaching adulthood, he would want to follow a general like his wife.
"See? Today, our family will broaden your horizons."
Fu Zhong suddenly broke free from the soldiers' hands behind him, quickly stood up, pulled out a silver thread from his sleeve, and tightly wrapped it around the neck of the general who had just been eyeing him.
Due to inertia, the two continued to retreat until they reached the front of the desk.
Silver threads were wrapped around the man's neck, leaving traces of blood. The surrounding soldiers dared not approach. Anyone who had been on the battlefield knew that the strength released when facing death was unimaginable.
If the two were forcibly separated at this moment, the general might be injured.
The man being strangled moved his fingers, and the guards behind him received the order to slash straight at the eunuch's back.
—Pfft
The iron sword pierced straight into Fu Zhong's heart, but failed to harm the man in front of him who was being strangled.
The soldiers in the command tent immediately surrounded the eunuch who had fallen to the ground. Fu Zhong still did not let go, tightly clutching the silver thread in his hand, which was the hair ornament he had just used to tie his hair.
Fu Zhong bled profusely and gradually lay down on the ground.
The woman who had just poured wine for the bearded general stepped back, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
"Kill...kill him."
"Take the knife and kill...kill him."
"We can trade the two of us for one of him... no... it's not a bad deal."
No one in the entire command tent expected the woman to make a move. They even thought that a woman who was being manipulated by Da'an could commit suicide, but would never do something like stabbing the general with a knife.
In an instant.
The woman drew a dagger from the general's waist and, with screams, stabbed wildly into his body.
The screams were piercing and filled with grief and indignation.
At this point, Fu Zhong had already run out of strength and loosened his grip on the silver thread.
The surrounding soldiers raised their weapons, intending to kill the two men, when suddenly a commotion arose outside the command tent.
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