General Muman looked at Princess Ashiya, her face full of grievance, and asked carefully, "Princess, are you feeling unwell?"
Upon hearing this, the tears in Princess Ashiya's eyes flowed even more. Crying out in anger and rage, she said, "General Muman, you've returned at the right time. The Tenth Prince of Yulin dared to disrespect me. You must champion my cause in this matter!"
Such an outburst of tears stunned not only the envoys from Yulin.
Even the envoys from Tujue were taken aback.
Who?
The Tenth Prince of Yulin?
The one who didn't even dare to lift his head when looking at people, the hostage who didn't dare to speak loudly?
How could this be...
General Muman frowned in confusion upon hearing this, "Princess, have you misunderstood something?"
Seeing that no one believed her, Princess Ashiya's angry eyes turned even redder. Sultan Novel Network.
She abruptly turned and kicked open the door to the hall behind her, pointing at the Tenth Prince, who was sitting alone at his seat, and shouting as if mad, "It's him! He's been humiliating me and bullying me non-stop!"
The reason Princess Ashiya had agreed to stay behind with the Tenth Prince of Yulin was firstly out of consideration for Mu Shizhen, and secondly because the Tenth Prince of Yulin was perceived as pure and easy to bully.
She, who was already simmering with anger, had intended to vent her frustrations on the Tenth Prince of Yulin.
Unexpectedly, a terrifying scene unfolded.
After everyone had left, this seemingly innocent Tenth Prince suddenly unleashed his full aura, a chilling wind sweeping through.
His first words were a greeting to the ancestors of Tujue, "Your Tujue has produced a princess like you who is worthless and shameful. When you pay respects to your ancestors at their graves each year, can their coffin lids still stay shut?"
Princess Ashiya was stunned by the insult.
It took her a long time to recover, and she raised her eyes in disbelief, asking angrily, "What did you say?"
The Tenth Prince smiled leisurely, "Your ears are already failing you at this age. No wonder the young generals of Tujue don't fancy you. After all, who with eyes would want to marry someone incomplete?"
"I am the most favored princess of Tujue! How dare you disrespect me like this?"
"Disrespect is already a given. Why would a Tujue princess bother with such nonsense?"
Princess Ashiya: "..."
She had never felt so suffocated in her life.
Counting the time, Princess Ashiya had been subjected to the Tenth Prince's barrage of insults for as long as Ji Zizhao and the others had been gone.
Still hearing the Tenth Prince's vicious curses in her ears, Princess Ashiya pointed furiously at the Tenth Prince, demanding justice, her teeth gritted as if she wanted to tear him to shreds.
Facing Princess Ashiya's accusation, the Tenth Prince weakly said, "I, I didn't say anything..."
As soon as he finished speaking, tears began to fall.
His aggrieved and pitiful appearance made everyone's hearts ache.
"You, you... you're lying!" Princess Ashiya was furious and looked around, as if ready to take matters into her own hands to seek justice.
Ji Zizhao looked at Princess Ashiya and asked, "If the Tujue Princess claims our Tenth Prince has offended you, do you have any witnesses or evidence?"
Princess Ashiya's body stiffened, and she glared at Ji Zizhao with disgust, refusing to answer.
To use the Tenth Prince of Yulin to vent her anger, she had already dismissed the Tujue soldiers guarding the hall. Now, where would she find a witness?
Even without an answer, Ji Zizhao surveyed the empty hall and understood what had happened.
"The Tujue Princess claims our Tenth Prince has offended you, yet she dispatched the Tujue soldiers guarding this place. Now, whatever the Tujue Princess says goes," Ji Zizhao said with a faint smile, but her words were sharp and unbearable.
Princess Ashiya clenched her fists in anger, "You slut! How dare you slander me?"
Xie Jingqi frowned and looked at General Muman, "I helped General Muman discipline his son very effectively just now. How about I take the opportunity to help discipline your Tujue princess as well?"
"This matter does not require the Seventh Prince of Yulin's assistance." General Muman grabbed Princess Ashiya's wrist and ordered someone to quickly escort the princess away to rest.
Kicking his own son was something he could handle, but if he even kicked the princess, how would he explain it to the Khan?
Soon, several maids attending Princess Ashiya hurried into the room.
As Princess Ashiya reluctantly struggled to break free from the maids' grasp, her gaze inadvertently fell upon the Tenth Prince not far away.
Their eyes met. Through her tears, the Tenth Prince's lips curved into a slight smile, and without a sound, he mouthed, "If you dare to touch my fairy sister again, I'll take your life."
Princess Ashiya's rage flared instantly.
However, General Muman was busy smoothing things over with Yulin and had no time to pay attention to her.
As for the Tujue envoys, they hung their heads in dejection, wishing only to leave quickly and avoid further embarrassment.
Princess Ashiya, already burning with anger and feeling the sting of being ignored, her vision suddenly darkened, and she collapsed straight to the ground.
General Muman was actually relieved when Princess Ashiya fainted.
Tujue was in complete disarray today, being led by the nose by Yulin throughout.
Everyone's morale had collapsed, and further entanglement with Yulin would yield no good results.
"The hour is late. We hope the Yulin delegation also gets some rest." General Muman uttered these words and then, carrying the unconscious Princess Ashiya, he hastily departed.
Faced with General Muman's hasty retreat, the Yulin party also breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Ji Zizhao did not believe General Muman would truly flee.
In her memory, Tujue had attacked Yulin more than once. Although they were repelled by her grandfather each time, they had never given up trying to carve out a piece of Yulin for themselves over the years.
This was enough to show the tenacity of the Tujue people.
Now that General Muman had suffered such a major setback in front of Yulin, how could he easily give up?
Lian Ju also seemed to have realized this and softly inquired, "Do you require me to secretly monitor Tujue's every move?"
Ji Zizhao directly refused, "No."
Tujue had occupied Yulin for half a year, and the number of spies they had planted was unknown.
Furthermore, General Muman, who had been a battlefield veteran for decades, would undoubtedly have precautions against surveillance.
Even with Lian Ju's superior martial arts skills, it would be difficult to guard against Tujue's insidious cunning.
If they were caught red-handed by Tujue, it would be a loss far outweighing any gain.
Standing at the door of the room on the fourth floor, Ji Zizhao only pushed the door open after Lian Ju confirmed there was no one around.
In the room lit by flickering candlelight, a heavy scent of blood permeated the air.
On the bed, already soaked with blood, Ji Zixiu was cradling her left arm, trembling uncontrollably.
Her injured left arm had been severed by a sharp axe blade, revealing bone.
Upon seeing Ji Zizhao, Qing Zhu immediately knelt on the ground, "It is my dereliction of duty. I failed to protect the Second Miss."