The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 212 Greatness or Boldness

"Father will surely send troops to protect you at every turn, not allowing the Zhu Luo people to harm you in the slightest, but..."

She frowned slightly, feigning concern, and said, "General Gao is an ever-victorious general of Western Shu. He has made great contributions to Western Shu and has protected its territory for more than 20 years."

She slowly walked behind Mu Zhixing and said, "Now that you've become Ye Jingnian's prisoner, aren't you worried? Aren't you guilty?"

Suddenly, a wail came from outside the palace. Gao Qing's wife and children knelt outside the door, kowtowing repeatedly, and cried out in a pitiful voice, "Please, Princess, have mercy! Save the general!"

"Please, Princess, have mercy! Please, Princess, have mercy!"

Mu Jiyue walked around to her side and said, "If you grant Ye Jingnian's request, he will agree to retreat to a city and cease hostilities for seven days. What an attractive offer! I believe the Western Shu Kingdom will not forget your kindness."

Mu Zhixing picked up the challenge letter that had fallen to the ground. Looking at the familiar handwriting, she could almost feel the force of Ye Jingnian's pen when her fingertips touched it.

She said in a calm tone, "Second Princess, you don't need to bother with acting. I'll go."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jiyue raised her hand and waved it. Suddenly, the "mother and child" outside the house made rustling sounds and turned into a bunch of Gu worms that scattered and fled in all directions.

She smiled slightly and said, "That's excellent."

The morning snow fell like willow catkins. Ye Jingnian's army had already crossed the original border and occupied dozens of cities. Sangliu City was the last city near the capital.

Outside the city, the snow covered the withered grass in the wilderness, and the cold wind blew the stray hairs at the temples of the night scene.

He sat high on his warhorse, with Gao Qing kneeling at his feet, bound by chains.

The city gate slowly opened, and Mu Zhixing, dressed in a pure white fox fur coat, stood out against the soldiers whose faces were covered in frost and snow.

The girl's eyes were indifferent as she slowly walked through the snow.

Two soldiers dragged Gao Qing forward, and when Mu Zhixing approached, they roughly shoved him toward the enemy. As he brushed past Mu Zhixing, Gao Qing gritted his teeth and said, "Princess, this humble general will definitely rescue you!"

"Do not act rashly. I will withdraw unscathed in seven days."

As Dai Muzhixing approached, soldiers raised their longswords and crossed them behind her, blocking the advance of the Western Shu soldiers.

Mu Jiyue, standing on the city wall, completed the exchange ceremony, gently raised her lips, and loudly proclaimed, "Close the gate!"

As the city gates behind him slowly closed, Ye Jingnian raised his lips in a cold smile, and with the tip of his icy sword, lifted Mu Zhixing's chin, saying, "Third Princess, it's been a long time."

Mu Zhixing slowly raised her eyes, and the moment she met Ye Jingnian's gaze, a slight look of surprise flashed across both of their eyes.

In an instant, Ye Jingnian's expression shifted back to one of contempt and smugness. He sneered, sheathed his longsword, and said, "Withdraw the troops!"

The soldiers lifted the tent flap and roughly shoved Mu Zhixing, who was bound by iron chains, inside.

Mu Zhixing lost her balance and was kicked hard in the calf, falling to the ground. Her elbows were scraped, and her hair was slightly disheveled.

Then, the two of them, as if watching a good show, clicked their tongues contemptuously a few times and walked out.

"The princess of Western Shu is nothing special," Soldier A spat on the ground and said, "Didn't she once serve as a servant to our prince?"

"Exactly, she dreamed of transforming herself into a noble princess. Before she could even settle in, the Emperor of Western Shu sold her out." Soldier B joked, exchanging glances with the other soldier, their lewd thoughts laid bare.

"I think she only deserves to sit..."

The sound of hooves approached. Ye Jingnian gripped his longsword in reverse, pulled on the reins with one hand, and coldly glared at the two men, his eyes filled with murderous intent. The two men, noticing Ye Jingnian's strange gaze, instantly fell silent, a chill running down their spines.

“Speak,” Ye Jingnian’s fingertips caressed the hilt of his sword, his voice eerily soft, “Why did you stop?”

The two men's legs went weak, and they knelt on the ground, stammering, "Your Highness, please forgive us... we only..."

The black iron blade stung their eyes under the reflection of the snow, and in their moment of distraction, a cold wind swept by, and a strand of hair fell from the air.

As Ye Jingnian opened her eyes, the tip of her sword was pressed against Soldier B's throat, just a hair's breadth away from severing his vitals: "My woman, is it any of your lot's place to judge her?"

"Your Highness, I dare not! Please spare us!" The two men's voices became high-pitched with fear.

"I will not kill my comrades on the battlefield." Ye Jingnian said in an icy tone, "Each of you will receive forty strokes of the military rod. You will have a seven-day truce to allow me to recover properly. When the battle resumes, you two will be at the forefront. If you take a single step back, you will be killed without mercy."

"Yes Yes!"

A moment later, Ye Jingnian dismounted and entered the tent, lifting the curtain.

The moment the lid was lifted, the wind and snow whipped Mu Zhixing's long hair into the air.

Ye Jingnian watched her retreating figure. The girl sitting on the ground lowered her head slightly. Her snow-white fox fur coat added a touch of softness to the cruel battlefield, like a pure white gardenia blooming in a sea of ​​blood.

He raised his lips and slowly walked up to her. With each step he took closer, the sound of his boots hitting the ground made Mu Zhixing's heart skip a beat.

She gripped her skirt tightly, her lips turning white from nervousness.

"I keep my word, don't I?"

The moment she squatted down, Mu Zhixing's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously moved back and turned her face away from him.

Strands of hair obscured her fair face. Ye Jingnian lifted her chin and said, "Look at my spoils of war. How are they different from those of Crown Princess Zhu Luo?"

Mu Zhixing's eyes immediately reddened when she looked at him. She clenched her fists, bit her lip, and remained silent.

When he grabbed her wrist, the girl gasped in fright and instinctively tried to escape, her evasive gaze like that of a frightened fawn.

Ye Jingnian reveled in her fearful expression, then took out a key and unlocked her chains.

Her wrists and ankles were red from the friction of the chains, but fortunately she didn't struggle too much and was not injured.

Seeing her constantly moving backward, Ye Jingnian sneered: "Mu Zhixing, you don't actually think that you can escape from me after the chains are broken, do you?"

Mu Zhixing paused slightly, her voice involuntarily trembling with tears, and said, "I didn't want to run away, I just..."

Ye Jingnian reached out and pulled her close, inhaling the fragrance of her neck. He said, "You dared to enter my military camp. Should I say you're great, or just incredibly brave? Or perhaps..."

He gently bit her earlobe, his voice slightly hoarse: "You missed me?"

Mu Zhixing trembled as she smelled the familiar ambergris scent on him, and a flood of memories from the past rushed into her mind, leaving her stunned for a moment.

She concealed her sadness and feigned composure, saying, "Anyway, it's not the first time you've..."

Her voice was slightly breathless, tears welled up in her eyes, and her clenched fists trembled: "His Highness said he would keep his word. In exchange for me, His Highness will grant a seven-day truce and return a city of Western Shu. It's a very good deal..."