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

Chapter 289 Her Biological Father
Even before the words had finished being spoken.

Yan Jue understood and threw the seven-tenths broken sword in his hand away!

"Snap!"
That seven-tenths broken sword, that twelve-story sword, returned to Jiang Jinshuang's hands after many years.

Jiang Jinshuang drew her sword from its sheath; the longsword she carried was actually considerably shorter than the one she usually used.

An inch longer, an inch stronger; in the hands of someone else, this broken sword wouldn't even qualify as a weapon.

But this is Jiang Jinshuang's most handy weapon, her comrade-in-arms who has been used for many years to fight the enemy!

She turned her leg to the side from the horse's back, and with a quick movement, seized the opportunity and mounted Wen Rile's horse!
He swung the broken sword in his hand toward Wen Rile!

Wen Rile frowned and fought back fiercely with the long sword in his hand!

His eyes were filled with shock and fear. He looked at Jiang Jinshuang and said anxiously, "Let me go! Whatever you want, I will give you!"

Jiang Jinshuang curled her lips slightly, her eyes as arrogant and domineering as ever: "I want you dead!"

A murderous glint flashed in Wen Rile's eyes as he gritted his teeth and said, "Whether it's you or Prince Ruiyang, why do you all have to oppose me!"

Jiang Jinshuang scoffed coldly and narrowed her eyes: "Wen Rile, didn't you just ask me how much of my broken sword I have left today?"

The pressure on his hands grew heavier and heavier, and Wen Rile gradually found himself unable to hold on any longer.

Her voice was cold and clear, reaching Wen Rile's ears.

"I can tell you, no matter how much of my broken sword remains."

"As long as I wield this sword, there will be those who dare to follow me and never return!"

Wen Rile frowned. He looked at the devastating situation in the distance, and at the 300,000 black-armored cavalry whose iron hooves trampled across the land, leaving behind only pleas for mercy and expressions of victory.

The grip on the sword hilt loosened.

Jiang Jinshuang seized the opportunity and swiftly severed his longsword, the broken blade piercing straight into his throat!
"laugh--"

Blood splattered.

A layer of blood splattered on Jiang Jinshuang's face.

She saw herself reflected in Wen Rile's pupils, a reflection that seemed to resemble a god of death.

……

The rain eventually poured down.

It landed on the ground, as if to cleanse all the filth and bloodstains outside the city gate.

Jiang Jinshuang raised her head, held Wen Rile's head high, and stood on the horse's back, her voice loud and clear.

"The ruler of Beihuai has heard that Rile has been executed. Those who surrender their weapons may have their lives spared!"

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back for the soldiers of Beihuai.

"Ding Dong——"

It was the sound of weapons being thrown to the ground.

Jiang Jinshuang stood in the pouring rain, letting the bloodstains and water droplets flow down her cheeks.

She looked up at the raindrops rolling down the sky, and her eyes were blurry, probably because some raindrops got into them.

She took a deep breath.

"Uncle Wang, Shuang'er will take you home."
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An imperial decree has arrived.

Empress Dowager Zhao framed loyal officials and murdered her own relatives, causing a great calamity. In order to appease the spirit of Prince Ruiyang in heaven, she gave him poisoned wine and killed him.

Prince Ruiyang, Jiang Buhuo, was framed by the Empress Dowager and suffered a stigma. Today, his name has been cleared and his spirit tablet has been placed in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, where he will enjoy the incense offerings for ten thousand years. He has been posthumously honored as the Marquis Zhenguo.

When Jiang Jinshuang came out of the Golden Palace, the rain had subsided considerably.

After the battle, Jiang Huayan looked as if he had aged ten years, his appearance withered and his face pale.

He's really getting old.

Jiang Biechen also came out of the Golden Palace with her.

outside the hall.

Jiang Biechen's gaze fell upon the cold, hard stone bricks outside the Golden Palace.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

Despite the seemingly random words, Jiang Jinshuang understood. She chuckled softly, raising her eyebrows slightly: "It hasn't hurt for a long time."

Jiang Biechen nodded.

Finally turning around, Jiang Biechen looked at Jiang Jinshuang with a complicated expression: "Jiang Jinshuang, I have always been jealous of you."

"I'm jealous of your talent, jealous of your strategies. It seems like no matter what I do, I can't beat you."

After a pause, Jiang Biechen chuckled softly, seemingly with a sense of relief.

He slowly spoke: "Jiang Jinshuang, you have won. The throne is yours."

Jiang Jinshuang looked at Jiang Biechen.

for a long time.

She smiled casually: "Jiang Biechen, how come you still don't understand?"

"What I've always wanted has never been the throne."

For Jiang Jinshuang, the throne was something too easy to obtain.

If she really wanted to, she could also sow discord between Jiang Biechen and Jiang Huayan, so that when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman can benefit.

She has plenty of methods and abilities.

But what she wanted was never just the throne that was within her grasp.

Looking at Jiang Biechen, Jiang Jinshuang casually shook her head: "Besides, how can someone who isn't a member of the royal family inherit the throne?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Biechen frowned slightly, his eyes filled with astonishment as he looked at Jiang Jinshuang: "What... what do you mean by that?"

“Literal meaning,” Jiang Jinshuang shrugged indifferently, a lazy and casual smile still playing on her lips, “Didn’t the Empress Dowager say that my blood is not compatible with His Majesty’s?”

“Even if you were born to His Highness Prince Ruiyang, you are still a member of the royal family!” Jiang Biechen corrected coldly.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled, her gaze towards Jiang Biechen filled with a hint of helplessness: "Jiang Biechen, why don't you understand?"

“I am not my father’s daughter, nor am I my uncle’s daughter.”

She had known about this for a long time.

Jiang Biechen stared wide-eyed at Jiang Jinshuang in astonishment.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and took a deep breath: "In the past, Wan Jin was invaded by other countries. The war situation was almost one-sided, and Wan Jin had no power to fight back."

"At that time, a general stood alone on horseback in front of the border city of Wanjin, and single-handedly delayed the enemy's entry into the pass for three days."

"In the end, they were trampled underfoot by the enemy's iron hooves, leaving not even a trace of their bodies."

"The general's wife had just given birth, but upon learning the news, she entrusted her daughter to someone she trusted and resolutely stood before thousands of enemy soldiers, going to her death alongside the general."

At this point, Jiang Jinshuang blinked, her eyes slightly red, but she still smiled as she looked at Jiang Biechen, who was still in a daze.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and said, "If my investigation is correct, General Wenzheng, who guarded the border alone back then, was my biological father."

—She was never a member of the royal family.

Jiang Biechen looked at Jiang Jinshuang in astonishment. He opened his mouth, but for a long time he couldn't hear his own voice.

Jiang Jinshuang, however, did not seem to think that she had revealed any great secret. She only said, "His Majesty did not tell you this because when he found me back then, he truly admired General Wenzheng and genuinely wanted to raise me as his own daughter."

Therefore, Jiang Huayan took her back to his side just a few days after she was born, and whenever anyone asked, he would say that she was the offspring of a palace maid who had been favored by the emperor.

The emperor's favor with a palace maid was originally a taboo subject, but Jiang Huayan disregarded the criticisms of the remonstrating officials and historians in order to give her a status.

That year, she was the only little princess who could stand on Jiang Huayan's shoulders to pick apricots and secretly trim his beard while he slept.

Jiang Huayan gave her many privileges and much love, so much so that no one remembered her origins, only that she was the "Princess Zhaoming" personally bestowed by His Majesty.

Jiang Huayan used to be really good.

Therefore, Jiang Jinshuang did not mind becoming his good weapon, bearing those infamy and being hated by everyone.

It was precisely because she had once received Jiang Huayan's genuine love that even her hatred seemed so timid and weak.

—She's actually quite useless.

“Jiang Biechen, being an emperor is not good,” Jiang Jinshuang smiled. “Perhaps one day, if I stay in a high position for too long, I will be able to abandon even the people I love most.”

That won't work.

In that case, Jiang Jinshuang would no longer be Jiang Jinshuang.