The peasant girl has a private space, and her husband is handsome.

Su Qianqian opened the letter and found that it was a handwritten letter from the Prince of Huainan to Marshal Lu of Sicheng.

Great, now Hu Pingfan can finally put his talents to good use.

"Hu Pingfan, aren't you good at imitating all kinds of handwriting? Quickly rewrite a letter in the style of the Prince of Huainan, saying that Huainan City is under siege and asking Marshal Lu to lead all the soldiers to support Huainan and capture Su Qianqian alive."

After finishing writing the letter, Hu Pingfan looked at Su Qianqian expectantly, "General Su, we don't have any wax."

His eyes were full of stars. Here it comes again! We'll see General Su using magic again!

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Su Qianqian conjured a piece of beeswax out of thin air. "Take this and heat it up with fire before using it."

The cavalrymen who followed him witnessed General Su using magic to conjure beeswax, and they all felt very lucky.

Being able to serve under General Su is truly a blessing beyond measure.

After Hu Pingfan finished writing, he sealed it with wax, making it look exactly the same as the original letter without any flaws. He then put the letter back into the messenger's arms.

Then he carefully put the beeswax into the small gray cloth bag at his waist. He felt that the things that Miss Su had conjured up out of thin air must be good things that the gods in heaven usually use, and were priceless treasures.

Hu Pingfan, who had never married, finally had the idea of ​​getting married. He wanted to find a wife, have a child, and pass on the divine object he had received from Miss Su to his descendants for generations to come.

When the messenger awoke, he found himself lying in the roadside grass, with his horses grazing nearby.

He quickly took the letter out of his pocket and found that the wax seal was intact. Thank goodness, the secret letter was not lost.

If the secret letter is lost or damaged, he will lose his head.

The messenger thought he might have fainted because he was too weak, and regretted that he shouldn't have spent the night at the brothel.

Right now, the secret letter must be delivered to Marshal Lu as soon as possible, so the messenger hurried away on horseback.

In the afternoon, the Prince of Huainan's mansion was filled with singing and dancing as usual.

During the day, the King of Huainan generally had nothing to do but drink and make merry. If he received letters from various places, he would also deal with them.

In his view, the greatest pleasure of being an emperor was enjoyment.

His palace was filled with wives and concubines, more than even Emperor Jing of Qi had.

But every day his subordinates from all over the country still presented him with all kinds of beauties.

In the dance hall, the woman in apricot-colored dress, holding a pipa and half-concealing her face, was the one that Marshal Lu had sent a few days ago.

The woman in the apricot-colored dress had a face full of sorrow beneath her veil, yet she played a joyful tune and sang in the soft Wu dialect. This was because the King of Huainan only liked joyful melodies, and anyone who dared to play or sing a sorrowful song had already been killed.

The King of Huainan raised his wine cup, "Come, drink three large cups with me."

Because the King of Huainan had an exceptionally high alcohol tolerance, he used an extra-large wine cup, almost as big as a rice bowl.

Liang, the military advisor who often dined with the Prince of Huainan, thus developed a high alcohol tolerance.

But he had no interest in drinking. He raised the glass to his lips, hesitating as if he wanted to say something.

Liang Junshi found the fire at the Nanyue royal palace very strange.

But he knew that the King of Huainan only liked to hear good things and couldn't stand any unpleasant words.

After drinking a whole cup of wine, Liang Junshi mustered his courage and reminded the Prince of Huainan, "Your Highness, I believe that the fire at the Nanyue Palace may not be a natural disaster, but rather a man-made one."

"That Miss Su has a divine bird that can take her soaring through the heavens. Perhaps the fire at the Southern Yue palace was started by Miss Su. Our royal palace should be careful, in case that young lady comes riding the divine bird in the middle of the night to set fire..."

The King of Huainan was unconcerned. "What's there to be afraid of? That divine bird can only carry one person at a time. If she dares to come alone, she's courting death. We'll shoot the bird down, and that little girl will have nowhere to escape. As long as we kill that little girl, the Great Qi will soon perish, hahahaha."

"Moreover, the emperor of Nanyue has written again, saying that Nanyue is short of food and will not send reinforcements for the time being, but he promised to let the old shaman of Nanyue get rid of Miss Su as soon as he recovers."

After hearing what the King of Huainan said, Liang Junshi felt hopeful.

The old shaman of Nanyue is said to be a monster who has lived for hundreds of years and is extremely powerful. As long as he takes action, he will surely be able to eliminate Miss Su.

As long as Miss Su is eliminated, the Great Qi will soon perish.

When the time comes, he, who will assist the prince in ascending the throne, might just become the prime minister. He'll be second only to the emperor, above all others—wouldn't that be wonderful!

Su Qianqian waited until dark before taking action.

The war drums were beaten so loudly they shook the heavens.

When General Song, who was defending the city, looked outside the city, he saw, to his goodness' sake, that Huainan City was surrounded.

Outside the city, there were soldiers everywhere, so many that it was impossible to count them all; it could be more than ten thousand, or it could be tens of thousands.

The young general guarding the city guessed that there were 30,000 troops defending Huainan City, and if the enemy dared to attack Huainan City, they must have brought at least tens of thousands of troops.

"Quickly, go and inform the Prince that Huainan City is besieged, and the enemy has at least tens of thousands of soldiers."

The King of Huainan and Liang Junshi quickly arrived at the city gate.

Military Advisor Liang looked out of the city. Today was the seventeenth day of the lunar calendar, and the moon was quite bright.

They could see that the city was filled with enemy soldiers. Su Qianqian's soldiers, disguised as scarecrows, were completely undetectable in the poor visibility at night.

Holy crap, his jinx really came true! Miss Su really did arrive, riding a giant eagle and wandering around outside the city.

King of Huainan: "Archers, shoot! Make sure that damned bird is killed!"

He wanted the divine bird to become a dead bird.

Despite the rain of arrows, neither the little girl nor the golden eagle showed any unusual behavior.

The King of Huainan, enraged and humiliated, ordered, "Keep shooting arrows! Don't stop!"

He didn't know that once the arrows reached within three meters of Su Qianqian's controllable range, they were all stored into her spatial storage.

Once the arrows on the city wall were used up, Su Qianqian gave the order, "Soldiers, it's our turn to fire now."

Although she brought only one hundred soldiers, they used iron crossbows that could fire three arrows at once, making them incredibly powerful.

Su Qianqian herself was using a six-stone bow, which was extremely powerful. When she shot it at the Prince of Huainan...

Although Liang Junshi held up an iron shield to block the King of Huainan, the shield was pierced by an arrow, and Liang Junshi was also shot through the body. Fortunately, the arrow was still some distance from his heart, otherwise he would have lost his life.

Liang Junshi was still in shock. He didn't want to die yet, because he hadn't become the prime minister.

The King of Huainan was also frightened by the arrow. He was as arrogant as he was when he was drinking that afternoon, and now he was in a sorry state.

He planned to shoot the little girl and the golden eagle with arrows, but it was completely ineffective. He had used up all his arrows, but the little girl was not even scratched.

As a result, he almost lost his life after the little girl shot just one arrow.

The ancients have misled me! They always referred to women as "weak women." He wanted to ask, "Which weak woman can draw a six-stone crossbow?"