Seventh Prince said sadly, "We were captured by that traitor Liu … and now we're his prisoners …"
His injuries were serious. The arrow wound on his shoulder was filthy. If it wasn't taken care of, it might even rot.
Eighth Prince's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe this reality.
"We were captured?"
He wasn't a naive person. If he fell into the enemy's hands, he could imagine what would happen to him.
Seventh Prince nodded heavily. "Yes."
"If that's the case …" Eighth Prince hurriedly asked, "Is there any movement from the Imperial Court?"
He and Seventh Prince were both princes of the Imperial Court. They represented the face and dignity of the Imperial Court. If they were humiliated, the Imperial Court would lose face as well.
The Imperial Court wouldn't allow the enemy to humiliate them. They would definitely send someone to negotiate with that traitor Liu and negotiate terms for the two of them.
The Seventh Prince knew what the Eighth Prince was thinking. After a while, he shook his head slowly and rejected the Eighth Prince's hopes. He said sadly, "Liu Buwei has no intention of seeing us. The Imperial Court is controlled by the Sixth Prince. He can't wait for us to die. Why would he send someone to redeem us?
Seventh Prince had been supporting Eighth Prince for free. Eighth Prince was a strong contender to replace the King.
The two of them were Sixth Prince's biggest problem. Why would he give up his interests in exchange for them?
Little did he know that the Imperial Court was in an uproar.
Sixth Prince hadn't slept for two days. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, the enemy would break into the Imperial Court.
He hadn't slept for a long time. His nerves were extremely fragile. The officials below him were still chattering, making his head hurt.
"So noisy! Apart from arguing, is there anyone who can help me?"
The Sixth Prince's emotional outburst and his angry voice silenced the officials for a moment, not daring to make a sound.
"You! Stand up and say it! " Sixth Prince pointed at a random official. "If you can't give me a good explanation, I'll take your life!"
The officials were silent. No one dared to stand up.
Only Sixth Prince's father-in-law dared to stand up. He was in the pro-war faction. His only son, Hakeyi, had died on the battlefield. He wanted to avenge his son.
Sixth Prince felt a bit guilty facing his father-in-law. He suppressed his violent emotions and listened to him patiently.
Father-in-law's entire speech only had one main point — war!
As for strategies, he didn't mention anything. He was a brute with muscles in his head.
Fight?
Fight with what?
Use your head to fight Thief Liu?
They had already been cornered by Thief Liu into King City. They were as cowardly as tortoises with low morale. There was no way they could win.
The Sixth Prince resisted the urge to vomit blood in his heart. On the surface, he still had to calm his father-in-law. He still needed to rely on this father-in-law.
"Reporting to the Acting King, an arrow was shot from outside the city, and there's a letter from that traitor Liu on it."
The Sixth Prince perked up and hurriedly said, "Quickly read it out. Let's see what it says."
There were not many officials of the Northern Frontier who knew the Chinese language. In the end, they could only pass the letter to the Third Prince and let him read it on their behalf.
The Third Prince opened the letter and read it. His face was as gloomy as ink, and he seemed to have something stuck in his throat, unable to say a single word.
"Third Brother — even you are going to disobey my orders?"
The Sixth Prince was enraged, and his breathing quickened. His chest rose and fell violently as he panted like a bull.
The Third Prince was stunned for a moment before he read out the contents with difficulty.
The Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince had already become the prisoners of the Liu Family. If the Royal Court of the Northern Borderline wanted to redeem them, they had to open the city and surrender. Not only that, the Royal Court would also become prisoners. If they agreed to this condition, she would only clean up the Royal Court and not hurt the other nobles.
This was Jiang Pengji's ultimatum. If the North borderline did not know what was good for them, then they should not blame her for being ruthless.
"Scram! All of you, scram!" The Sixth Prince lost control of his emotions. He rose from his throne and strode towards the Third Prince. He snatched the letter from the Third Prince's hand and tore it into pieces. "Who does she think she is? How dare you threaten us like this! "
North Border Imperial Dynasty was the most noble race in North Border.
According to their genealogical records, they were the descendants of the gods that the Northern Borderline believed in. Their bloodline was extremely noble.
Don't think that only the aristocratic families of the Central Plains were particular about bloodlines. The barbarians of the northern borders were even more concerned about bloodlines.
The Northern Border Imperial Court was the descendant of the gods. They were born to control the living beings of the earth. How could mere mortals control their life and death?
Ridiculous!
However, to put it bluntly, the Descendants of Gods and whatnot was just putting gold on their faces.
If not for that, how could the Imperial Court suppress the other families in North Border and become the royal family?
The Third Prince looked at the Sixth Prince's crazy and furious expression and asked coldly, "If they don't agree, what will happen to the Seventh and Eighth Princes?"
The Sixth Prince angrily pulled out the dagger at his waist and said to the Third Prince, "I am the acting king. You are just officials. Instead of helping me solve my problems, you are asking me what to do? Trash! All of you are trash! What use do I have for trash like you? "
The Third Prince looked at him coldly. He knew that the brother in front of him was about to go crazy.
The court was in chaos. Everyone was arguing, but they had no idea what to do.
The next day, a mobile arrow tower was pushed to a place a few hundred steps away from the royal city. Two naked people were hanging on it.
They were the half-dead Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince.
Two long banners were hanging around their necks. There were a few big words written on them.
One of the banners said, "When the two princes die."
The other banners said, "When our army breaks into the city, you will all be beheaded."
The Liu family's emblem was drawn at the end of the banners. It was full of arrogance.
When the guards on the walls of the royal city saw this, they were so scared that their legs turned to jelly. They hurriedly sent the news back to the Imperial Court.
The Sixth Prince sat there in a daze. His face was so dark that he couldn't look at it anymore. The officials arguing under the tent couldn't make him come back to his senses.
"Acting King, I am willing to go to war."
"… Instead of being humiliated, it is better to regroup and go out of the city to fight to the death with the Liu traitor!"
The father-in-law wanted to avenge his son, who was the only seedling of his bloodline.
Now that his only son was dead, it was equivalent to having no descendants. Instead of being humiliated by the enemy, it was better to go out and fight to his heart's content.
The father-in-law was willing to fight to the death for the royal family, but the other nobles were not willing.
Why should they die if they could live?
How much was courage worth?
They didn't care about etiquette, righteousness, honor, filial piety, loyalty, and trust.
As long as they were alive, they could continue to enjoy glory and wealth. It was just a change of master that they were loyal to.
If surrendering could save their lives, why would they want to die with the royal family?
"Why don't we — surrender —" an old official said anxiously. His voice wasn't loud, but it attracted everyone's attention. He plucked up his courage and said, "Now that the Liu traitor is like the sun in the sky, it's only a matter of time before he breaks the city. Instead of increasing casualties, it is better to — "
Before he finished speaking, a white light flashed in the air. He felt a chill on his neck and hot blood splattered on the ground.
The Third Prince sheathed his sword and said with a gloomy expression, "Surrendering before the battle. Are you still the unyielding men of the Northern Borderline?"
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