The Third Prince's words made all the officials blush.
They were not ashamed, but angry.
If they surrendered, they would at least have a way to live. This was called 'a wise man submits to circumstances'. How could it be called having no backbone?
But no one dared to say so, lest the Third Prince suddenly kill them.
After the court was dismissed, the officials left in twos and threes. Everyone's expression was not very good.
The royal family wanted them to die with them. How could their expressions be good?
The sky gradually darkened. The originally bustling Royal City was now lonely and cold, filled with a somber atmosphere.
The temperature difference between day and night in the Northern Kingdom was relatively large. The sun was scorching during the day, and the moonlight was as cold as ice at night.
The Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince were both injured, and they were tied up violently and hung on the tall archer tower. Not to mention their serious injuries, the enemy didn't even give them water to drink or food to eat. Even if their bodies were made of iron, they wouldn't be able to withstand it, let alone the two of them who had been pampered for more than 20 years.
The Eighth Prince weakly called out, "Seventh brother … are you still awake?"
He had been unconscious for most of the day. Now his head was very heavy, his body was hot and cold, and the scene in front of him was bright and dark.
The Seventh Prince hung in mid-air with his head down and did not respond at all.
But his body was still warm, so he should not be dead.
The Eighth Prince was very sad. He was hung in mid-air and could faintly see the inside of Royal City through the high wall.
Not long ago, he was still a galloping, high-spirited Prince of the Northern Kingdom, but now he was a prisoner of the enemy.
His body was tied up and hung in public — it was a great humiliation!
When he was young, he often imagined his future.
In the blueprint he described, he would always be a person of high status. When did he ever think of becoming a prisoner?
If it was any other time, he would have tried to commit suicide after suffering such humiliation. How could he live in this world?
But both he and the Seventh Prince knew the contents of the long note hanging around their necks and knew that they were related to the day that thief Liu would attack the city.
As long as they lived a little longer, maybe, maybe the officials of Royal City could come up with a strategy to deal with the enemy?
Maybe, maybe they still had a chance to live?
The Eighth Prince knew that the possibility was very slim, but it was better than no hope.
Whether it was him or the Seventh brother, they had to work hard to survive and must not let the enemy have his way.
Thus, the Eighth Prince tried to call out to the Seventh Prince while he was still conscious, until the Seventh Prince woke up.
They could not sleep because they might not be able to wake up again.
During the long night, the two of them were so cold that their bodies turned blue. When the sun rose and the warm sunlight sprinkled on their bodies, they were almost moved to tears.
Was it cruel?
Compared to the evil deeds they had committed, Jiang Pengji was very merciful.
She did not treat the two of them as pets and let them fight with wild beasts. She did not let the two of them have sex with wild beasts and take pleasure in it. She also did not let people humiliate their wives and daughters in front of them and amuse them by listening to their painful cries.
She had done nothing, but they had done everything.
The Northern Borderline plundered and captured countless people at the border. Men and women, which one of them had a good ending?
The Seventh Prince ran a trading company and had sold countless Han women. When those women fell into the hands of the slave trading company, how could they be innocent and not be humiliated? There were too many violent and perverted nobles in the Northern Borderline. How could the number of Han female slaves who were played to death every day be few? ,
The status of women in the Northern Borderline was indeed high, but it was only limited to the barbarian women of the Northern Borderline. The Han women were inferior to dogs.
The Seventh Prince was an executioner, but the Eighth Prince was not innocent.
One year, the Seventh Prince was seriously ill and could not recover. The doctor in the Northern Borderline said that to cure the illness, he had to remove the cornel from the chests of ten clean young girls and boil them until they became fragrant minced meat. Then, with the medicine prescribed by the doctor, he would recover after taking it for ten days.
Therefore, the Eighth Prince spent a lot of money to buy a hundred young girls from the trading company. The oldest was no more than fifteen and the youngest was no more than seven or eight years old.
According to the doctor's instructions, the Seventh Prince recovered after taking it for ten days.
After knowing what the Eighth Prince had done for him, the Seventh Prince not only did not feel that it was cruel, but he was grateful for the brotherly love.
Compared to what they had done, was it cruel for Jiang Pengji to hang them in the air to dry?
"Are they dead?"
Jiang Pengji had a good sleep. The next day, she was refreshed, not at all like she had been fighting on the battlefield for a whole day.
The civil and military officials looked at her with jealousy.
Their lord was full of energy and her physical strength was beyond that of a normal person.
Sun Wen sneered and replied, "They're still breathing. They're lucky to be hanging like this —"
The war in the Northern Borderline had been going on for long enough. He had not seen his grandson Lan Lan for more than half a year.
Jiang Pengji pointed at the table and asked Sun Wen, "Wait for two more days. Let the generals and soldiers rest well."
Sun Wen asked with a smile, "What if the Northern Borderline surrenders?"
Jiang Pengji said, "If the Northern Borderline is willing to surrender, it depends on whether I am willing to accept it or not."
From the beginning to the end, she had never intended to accept the surrender of the Northern Borderline. She had asked Wen Zheng to write that letter just to play with the Northern Borderline.
Wasn't the Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince not willing to swallow their anger just to buy time?
If they found out that their hard work was in vain, they would definitely feel bitter.
"The people of the Northern Borderline are innocent, but their rich and powerful are not. They will only be a disaster if they are kept alive." Jiang Pengji's eyes were cold and flashed with a cold murderous intent. "The people are easy to deal with. As long as you ensure that they do not have to worry about food and clothing, they will be deeply grateful. But the rich and powerful are different. Their greed and desires are endless. If we accept their surrender, it will be difficult to deal with them in the future. Instead of keeping them alive and becoming a disaster, we don't know when they will cause trouble for others. It is better to completely strangle them early on to avoid future worries. "
Sun Wen deeply agreed with this.
If the rich and powerful of the Northern Borderline were kept alive, they could use their previous foundation to secretly stir up trouble.
As long as they had a foundation, it would be easier to recover. This was a disaster.
Their lord was someone who had her eyes on the world. How could she waste her energy on lowly people?
Jiang Pengji said to Sun Wen, "If they are still unwilling to die when the time comes, then give them a quick death and send them on their way."
Sun Wen nodded in agreement.
Time flew, and another day passed.
Jiang Pengji's army surrounded the royal city. Although they did not curse, they gave them endless pressure.
The imperial court had not made a decision. Seeing that the Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince could not hold on any longer, the nobles of the Northern Borderline were ready to make a move. They could not wait any longer.
Jiang Pengji was about to rest when familiar footsteps came from outside the tent, followed by a familiar voice.
"My lord, are you asleep?"
Jiang Pengji got up and lit a candle. She said, "Zixiao, come in. What's the matter?"
After getting permission, Wei Ci opened the tent curtain and entered.
He saw his lord holding an oil lamp. Half of her face was dyed a warm orange by the dim candlelight. Her brows looked even more gentle.
Wei Ci saw that she was dressed rather neatly. He lowered his head slightly and reported, "There is movement in the royal city of the Northern Borderline."
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and frowned. She asked him, "What movement?"
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