The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 283 Jiang Jinshuang, is it worth it?
On Chang'an Avenue.

Every household had its doors and windows tightly shut, and cries of anguish filled the air.

It looks like it's going to rain.

Dark clouds gathered, and rumbling thunder echoed.

Jiang Jinshuang, dressed in red, walked through the once bustling streets of Chang'an, now a scene of chaos.

Various stalls and carts were overturned haphazardly on the ground, and the barking of dogs came from somewhere, mingling with the cries of children, creating an exceptionally desolate scene.

The autumn wind lifted the girl's bright red dress and also lifted Pei Du's wide robe.

On Chang'an Street, there were also many fleeing civilians, carrying large and small packages on their backs, running frantically towards the other side of the city gate.

The place was bustling and noisy, filled with cries of sorrow.

The group of people looked as if they had seen some kind of monstrous flood or hellish demon; their faces were pale, their lips were cracked, and their steps were unsteady.

Everyone was fleeing into the distance, except for two people who went against the flow of people and walked towards the place where the dark clouds were gathering.

Among the crowd, some people seemed to recognize the two.

His eyes widened as he followed the two as they looked toward the city gate.

"Isn't this Princess Zhaoming and the Grand Secretary?"

"What are they doing here? They're heading towards the city gate!"

"Could it be that they have a way to resist the Northern Locust Army and those 300,000 Black-Armored Cavalry!?"

"What a joke! Three hundred thousand black-armored cavalry, even if each one of them only has one iron hoof, they could flatten Chang'an!"

"Yes, yes! Even the emperor is keeping the palace gates closed, we'd better run for our lives!"

"Run for your lives! Run for your lives!"

"..."

There was a huge flow of people.

With only two colors, red and white, it wades through the crowds, going against the current.

Before they reached the city gate, a person blocked Jiang Jinshuang and Pei Du's path.

Jiang Jinshuang looked up at the man in front of her.

—It is He Weijing.

He Weijing stood at the end closest to the city gate, looking at Jiang Jinshuang with his usual calm and composed expression.

It seems that with a formidable enemy at hand and the enemy at our doorstep, the desperate situation is not so important.

"Your Highness, are you really going?"

He asked her this, his cold eyes fixed on her.

Jiang Jinshuang raised an eyebrow slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips: "Mr. He, I've been hiding for three years."

I've been hiding in Baiyujing for three years.

Upon hearing this, He Weijing simply took a deep breath and said calmly, "But Jiang Jinshuang is not worth it."

He looked at her and said, "His Highness Prince Ruiyang was willing to die bearing the weight of his past achievements because he wanted you to live a carefree life."

He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with pity and resentment: "Jiang Jinshuang, you can live like this forever."

Even if Chang'an City were to fall, He Weijing was certain that the Black Armor Cavalry would protect Bai Yujing and safeguard Princess Zhaoming.

She could have stayed out of it and simply been the carefree Princess Zhaoming of Baiyujing.

Jiang Jinshuang looked at He Weijing, a smile spreading across her lips: "But Mr. He, I don't want Uncle Wang's grievances to be buried without a trace."

“I don’t want him to die with the crime of treason,” Jiang Jinshuang raised her chin, her eyebrows and eyes defiant. “I want Uncle Wang to live a clean and clear life in the hearts of the people.”

“Mr. He, someone has to do these things. I can’t stand seeing Uncle Wang being falsely accused.”

He Weijing gave a wry smile: "Jiang Jinshuang, you really are... incredibly stupid..."

Just like Prince Ruiyang back then. In fact, when Prince Ruiyang came with her to invite him to come out of seclusion, he had already sensed that something was wrong.

That Prince Ruiyang should clearly be the most respected leader, but this "young prince" he spoke of was more opinionated than him.

Her perseverance even surpassed that of Prince Ruiyang. Time and again, she tirelessly led Prince Ruiyang in three invitations to come out of seclusion.

What made him change his mind was his last request.

Bei Huai launched another attack, and the "Prince Ruiyang," wearing a mask of a killing god, fought against thousands of soldiers single-handedly, sustaining countless abrasions and scratches all over his body.

He had seen her applying medicine alone in a secluded place. There were many inconveniences in the army, and she was the shadow of Prince Ruiyang. Even if she was injured, she could not let anyone know.

At that time, He Weijing was thinking—

If one day her life is in danger and he is not by her side, will she bleed to death because of her reckless behavior?
With these thoughts in mind, there were no further obstacles to the final request to the mountain.

Inside the medicine hut, the apprentice looked shocked and asked with wide eyes, "Master, you could have lived a carefree life in the medicine hut, but once you leave the mountain, danger lurks everywhere!"

At that time, He Weijing said the exact same words as Jiang Jinshuang at this moment.

“Someone has to do these things; I can’t bear to see her get hurt.”

……

With that thought in mind, He Weijing produced the God of Slaughter mask from who-knows-where and handed it to Jiang Jinshuang: "Take it, you'll need it."

Jiang Jinshuang looked at the mask of the killing god, chuckled, took it, and put it on her face.

She tilted her head slightly towards He Weijing, as if teasing him: "Mr. He, the God of Slaughter has never been defeated, and I will not die either."

He Weijing chuckled softly, muttered a curse under his breath, and stepped aside to make room for her.

Jiang Jinshuang, wearing a mask, walked towards the highest point of the city gate.

Above that enormous city gate.

Looking out, one can see a vast, dark army pressing in, with 300,000 black-armored cavalry in front and less than 100,000 Northern Huai troops behind.

The black-armored cavalry were all elite troops, riding pure black warhorses and wearing black armor. In the distance, the banners belonging to Prince Ruiyang flew high, and from afar, they looked like ghost soldiers crawling out of hell.

Jiang Jinshuang lifted the hem of her skirt and walked onto the high platform.

She wore that killer mask, and when the guards saw her, they were initially stunned and flustered. After realizing what was happening, they quickly drew their guns and stopped her.

"Who goes there! This is a military stronghold; idlers must retreat!"

Before Jiang Jinshuang could even remove her mask, Pei Du stepped forward and looked at the city guard: "Let her go up."

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

When the crowd saw Pei Du, their eyes finally showed a bit more awe. They stepped aside and made way for Jiang Jinshuang to walk up to the high platform.

On the high platform, Crown Prince Jiang Biechen was directing the Imperial Guards in the city to confront the troops below.

"Your Highness, even if we include all the imperial guards in the city, there are only ten thousand men..."

The Imperial Guards were the emperor's personal guards protecting Chang'an City. They were elite and fierce, but they were simply no match for the troops below the city!

Jiang Biechen's face was grim, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Where are the armies of the surrounding cities?! Why haven't they come to reinforce us yet?!"

"The order has been issued, but it will take at least a day for reinforcements to arrive..."

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

Jiang Biechen's voice was low, hoarse, and trembling, as if he were on the verge of exploding in rage.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Jiang Biechen was in a bad mood and said angrily, "Who dares to trespass on a military stronghold? Have they had a death wish?!"

He turned around abruptly and saw Pei Du standing behind him with a woman in red wearing a mask of a killing god. Pei Du's eyes were calm and indifferent.

"Prime Minister?" Jiang Biechen raised an eyebrow slightly, then shifted his gaze from the man to the face behind the mask of a killing god. "Jiang Jinshuang? What are you doing here?"

Wearing a mask, Jiang Jinshuang's voice was somewhat muffled: "I didn't expect that my brother didn't seek refuge in the palace like Father and Empress Dowager?"