Wherever the blade pointed, it was invincible.
Following Jiang Pengji's order, the imposing army launched a powerful attack on the city walls.
The Northern Borderline was a nomadic people, and the vast grassland was the stage for them to dominate.
Although the city was built in the style of the Han family of the Central Plains, the defense ability of the city was far from the standard of a capital city.
Faced with the ferocious besiegers, the Northern Borderline unsurprisingly retreated step by step.
Even though they occupied the city walls, they did not last long.
The city wall was destroyed by the crazy bombardment of the catapults, and the guards on the city gate could not withstand the wave of arrows that came from below.
After only a quarter of an hour, the city gate of the Beijiang Kingdom was breached. Jiang Pengji led the army up the city wall and opened the four city gates.
"Report! Acting King, that traitor Liu has broken through the city gates and is leading his troops to attack the Imperial Court!"
"Report! Thief Liu is leading troops to attack the Imperial Court, a gate has fallen —"
"Report —"
Bad news came one after another. The Sixth Prince was wearing the "dragon robe" that only the King of the Northern Borderline was qualified to wear. He sat on the throne in a daze, as if he did not hear what the messenger had said. He stared blankly ahead, as if waiting for someone.
It was unknown when the officials in the court had dispersed. A large number of palace maids hurriedly packed up their belongings and prepared to escape.
Everyone only cared about themselves. How could they care about others?
The enemy's shouts were getting closer and closer. The First Prince and the Fifth Prince, who didn't have time to escape, put on their armor and led the remaining soldiers to make a last stand.
Seeing that the Imperial Court was about to fall, the Sixth Prince seemed to have sensed something and finally came back to his senses. A hint of madness appeared on his pale and tired face.
He got up from the throne and walked down the stairs leisurely. He poured the candle oil that he had prepared in the morning all over the tent and the luxurious tassels used for decorations.
The Sixth Prince murmured with a ferocious expression.
"I — will always be the king of the Northern Borderline —"
He waved his hand and knocked over the Nine Dragons Playing with Pearls bronze lamp used for illumination in the tent. The flame that fell from the lamp touched the lamp oil, and the fire spread rapidly.
He splashed oil on his clothes, and in a short time he had turned into a man of blazing fire.
As the raging fire burned his body, the Sixth Prince uncontrollably let out a blood-curdling scream that sounded like a ghost being tortured.
The scream was so shrill that anyone who heard it would feel their hair stand on end.
After a fierce battle, the First Prince and the Fifth Prince were covered in blood.
Their bodies were covered in wounds, and they were on the verge of death.
But no matter how they killed or how they tried to break out of the encirclement, the enemy seemed to be endless, forcing them to retreat step by step.
"Royal, Royal Court …" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the blazing flames in the direction of the Royal Court. The First Prince was shocked. "Sixth Brother, he …"
He had thought that with the Sixth Prince's temperament, he would lead the crowd to beg for mercy from the enemy. He had not expected that the Sixth Prince would choose to burn himself.
The eldest prince was distracted, but his enemy was not.
Facing the siege of a dozen soldiers armed with spears, they had no strength to resist.
Puff –
Puff!
The sound of a spear piercing into flesh and blood rang out.
The First Prince and the Fifth Prince had their backs against each other. Long spears were stuck in front of them, and their bodies were riddled with bloody holes from which scarlet blood flowed.
Swallowing their last breaths, they closed their eyes unwillingly, taking away their last reluctance to leave this world.
Jiang Pengji studied the topographic map of the royal city of the Northern Borderline overnight and figured out the residences of the nobles.
After conquering King City, she immediately sent people to surround these places and stop the nobles from the Northern Borderline who intended to escape.
People could die, but their property had to be left behind.
Climbing up the broken city wall, Qiguan Rang squinted slightly. There was an indecipherable look in his eyes.
"Ever since I was born, I never thought that one day I would be able to climb this city wall and overlook the once arrogant and insufferably arrogant Northern Borderline."
Qiguan Rang's hand in his sleeves clenched the feather fan tightly. This was the only way he could restrain his urge to lose control and vent his anger.
The Northern Borderline was a huge rock that pressed down on his heart. When he occasionally thought of it, he always felt breathless.
Now that he had completely stepped on it, he turned around and looked. The Northern Borderline, which was once like a mountain, did not seem like much.
Among the officials under Jiang Pengji, his background and social status were only slightly higher than Xu Ke's.
He was the son of a Han woman and a Northern Borderline horse bandit. He was born a filthy bastard.
The Han people despised him, and the Northern Borderline could not tolerate him. If he was not smart and had a more meticulous mind than others, how could he have grown up safely?
In the end, Qiguan Rang still sided with the Central Plains.
Qiguan Rang had a mother who was willing to compromise, a teacher who taught him earnestly, a wife who was deeply in love with him, and a lovely daughter … Qiguan Rang had chosen his own side. The existence of the North borderline had become a thorn in his heart, constantly reminding him of his unbearable birth.
"There will be no more Northern Borderline in the future."
Wei Ci saw Qiguan Rang secretly climbing up the city wall. He was afraid that something would happen to him, so he quietly followed and watched him.
Qiguan Rang heard Wei Ci's voice and did not look surprised. He did not directly answer Wei Ci's statement. He only said lightly, "As long as the Northern Borderline still exists, there will always be new herdsmen. They will become the new Northern Borderline."
The crux of the Northern Borderline's barbarism and bloodthirstiness was never bloodline.
Even if the Han people lived in the Northern Borderline, they had to adapt to the environment there. They were gradually transformed into a nomadic people who galloped on horses.
If this was not fundamentally changed, there might be a new Northern Borderline that would invade the Central Plains people in a few hundred years.
"How could the lord not know this?" Wei Ci smiled faintly and said, "She knows what she's doing."
Qiguan Rang's eyes slanted and his peripheral vision fell on Wei Ci. His eyes sparkled as if he was sizing something up.
After a while, he said, "Is she the one who knows what she's doing, or are you the one who knows what you're doing?"
Wei Ci's heart skipped a beat. He said calmly, "Wenzheng, what do you mean?"
Qiguan Rang folded his hands in his sleeves and looked calm. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, but there was not a trace of warmth in it.
He said, "The lord will always be the lord. If she finds out that you have any disloyal intentions, Wei Zixiao, you and I will definitely fight it out."
Wei Ci suddenly thought of the meteorite warning in his previous life. Looking at Qiguan Rang's expressionless face, he vaguely understood something.
"No one in the world can be more loyal to her than me."
Qiguan Rang snorted and did not comment.
Although Wei Ci was a warm person, Qiguan Rang was very suspicious. Other than his family and the lord, he kept a certain distance from everyone.
There was one thing that Qiguan Rang still could not understand.
What was Wei Ci's motive for joining the lord?
In the beginning, there were only him and Xu Ke in the lord's tent. There was no need to explain the reason. Feng Jin had no choice but to join because of the earthquake in Shangjing.
At that time, the lord was poor and had no reputation. How could she attract Wei Ci to join her from afar?
Because he could not figure it out, Qiguan Rang's suspicion towards Wei Ci had not been let go until now.
The two of them descended the city wall. The battle cries in the city had gradually subsided. The air was filled with the smell of burning.
Qiguan Rang sorted out his emotions and regained his usual composure.
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