Jiang Pengji basically showed no mercy. Although they were still alive, they were basically crippled.
According to the customs of the three tribes of the Northern Borderline, the fate of these handicapped people was to be abandoned and thrown into the wilderness to fight for their lives with wild beasts.
In the northern border where resources were scarce and the environment was harsh, this was a fate worse than death.
"Not answering? Fine, I'll chop off both arms. "
After saying that, the broadsword in her hand was already thirsty.
At this moment, the sound of armor clashing and a series of heavy footsteps came from outside the courtyard.
"Wait!"
Jiang Pengji sneered in her heart. She would lose face if he told her to slow down.
In the end, he was a step too late. He raised his hand and the blade fell. A bloody arm was chopped off.
Jiang Pengji raised her head and looked out of the courtyard coldly. Two rows of armored soldiers from the Northern Borderline ran in, all carrying shiny weapons in their hands. Each of them was murderous, and the aura around them was like that of a dormant ferocious beast. Their imposing manner gave people a very oppressive feeling.
"You actually …"
A man dressed in Northern Borderline attire came out of the crowd. Looking at the Northern Borderline warriors lying on the ground, his face darkened.
"I used my own abilities to kill people, why should I stop?" Jiang Pengji removed her foot from his face and kicked him away. She stared at him coldly. "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for speaking too slowly. How can you blame me for acting too quickly?"
She struck first, not giving the other party a chance to question her. "This is Dongqing, not the barbaric and uncivilized Northern Borderline. If you don't want to abide by the rules, get lost. Since you want to negotiate with the royal family through marriage, please show your sincerity. "
Jiang Pengji had beaten him up and chopped off his arm in front of him. The situation was already beyond redemption.
At the end of the day, they were standing up for him. How could Feng Jin drag them down at this time?
He panted and endured the severe pain in his arm. With a pale face, he said, "Seriously injuring the son of an important minister and humiliating the young students of Dongqing, is this the sincerity of your court in the peace talks? Today's matter cannot end so easily. Your Northern Borderline must give us an explanation! "
If these people were fooling around with ordinary people or poor disciples, Dongqing would have to swallow it no matter how unhappy they were.
After all, they had to focus on the "big picture".
But what was the result?
Among the crowd, Feng Jin was the most severely injured. He was the second legitimate son of the Feng family, one of the four noble families in Dongqing, and the son of Feng Ren, the head of the secretariat!
If the bruises on his face were not applied with good ointment, it would probably take at least ten days to half a month to disappear. Apart from that, his right arm was also cut by a knife. Blood kept flowing out. The injury to his right arm meant that he could not write, which would affect the upcoming assessment.
In order to be in the limelight during the assessment, which student didn't put in great effort?
If Feng Jin missed this assessment, all his previous efforts would be in vain. Even the plans he had made early in the morning would be disrupted.
Who would compensate for such a huge loss?
Feng Jin had suffered so much. Was he willing to be beaten up for nothing?
Would Feng Ren let it go?
Would the Feng Clan let this go?
For a prestigious landowning household that had existed for more than a thousand years, they could lose their lives, but they could not afford to lose their face.
Seeing that Jiang Pengji and Feng Jin were echoing each other with an arrogant attitude, the face of the man from the Northern Borderline who led the troops over also stiffened.
Jiang Pengji added fuel to the fire and took the opportunity to add another sentence.
"If you have no intention of negotiating, you should make it clear as soon as possible. Today, you deliberately humiliated the son of an important official in the court. This matter must be reported to the officials. Instead of glaring at me here, why don't you go back and ask your master how to settle this matter? "
The other party was irritated by Jiang Pengji, and a lot of anger had accumulated in his stomach.
A few warriors from the Northern Borderline were looking for trouble. Originally, they were secretly instructed by someone. Even if they hurt someone, they were not afraid. When the time came, someone would naturally come out to support them. Dongqing was used to being weak. Even if it was for the sake of the overall situation, they had to swallow the loss this time.
However, they never expected that the warriors from the Northern Borderline who came to look for trouble would not only bully others but be pressed to the ground and trampled on.
The man from the Northern Borderline was the general of the Northern Borderline who escorted the princess. He had some status and prestige among the three tribes of the Northern Borderline.
He should have led his troops over arrogantly with the intention of denouncing them, but now he was put in a difficult position by a teenager.
"Who do you think you are? You hurt the warriors of the Northern Borderline. You should pay the price … Arrest them all."
The man from the Northern Borderline calmed himself down and planned to arrest them first so that there would be no evidence.
As long as they insisted that they were the ones who suffered losses, according to the Dongqing royal family's usual weak style, the Northern Borderline would not suffer losses.
So what if he was the son of an important minister in the court? As long as he did not kick an iron plate, the royal family of Dongqing would not dare to offend him when the marriage was already set in stone … Therefore, the man from the Northern Borderline looked at Jiang Pengji and Feng Jin with a hint of murderous intent.
It turned out that they did not kick an iron plate, but an iron wall!
"Wu Liba, who did you say you wanted to arrest?"
At that moment, Liu She's voice came from the crowd.
The man from the Northern Borderline did not expect someone to be able to recognize his identity. He could not help but look in the direction of the voice.
"My son is right. This is Dongqing, not your Northern Borderline. If you don't want to come here without returning, then you better tuck your tail between your legs and behave. Otherwise, no matter how the other old farts try to protect you, I, Liu Zhongqing, will not let you walk out of the city gates of Shangjing! "
Feng Ren, who was a step behind, looked at his disheveled son with a gloomy face. He then looked at the arrogant people from the Northern Borderline and sneered coldly in his heart.
He did not open his mouth to argue with the envoys from the Northern Borderline. Instead, he chose to ignore them and ordered someone to bring a medical officer over.
"Bandage your wounds. Later, you will enter the palace with me to meet the Emperor."
Feng Jin's face was pale and he nodded.
Wu Liba was in a difficult position. His face turned the color of a pig's liver.
He had originally come to embarrass others, but now he was humiliated instead. He was even thrown to the ground and stepped on twice by the other party.
"Next time, bring some brains with you when you go out. If you want to take others down a notch, you should first see if the other party is a cat or a tiger." Jiang Pengji stepped forward and clicked her tongue. She ignored his embarrassed expression. "It's good that Huaiyu's arm is fine. If anything happens to it and causes it to be difficult to hold a pen in the future, Wu Liba, I don't want your lowly life as compensation. Be smart and break your arms as an apology …"
Wu Liba's face completely turned into ashes. He looked at Jiang Pengji with a murderous look.
If it was anyone else, they would have been scared out of their wits, but she was Jiang Pengji.
To put it bluntly, the number of people she had killed was more than the amount of rice he had eaten.
"This depends on whether the Emperor of Dongqing agrees to it or not."
After he finished speaking, Wu Liba left with his men. He did not care about the warriors from the Northern Borderline who were half-dead on the ground.
Looking at their backs as they left, Jiang Pengji suddenly slashed at the rockery at the side.
Liu She sighed. "Don't judge Wu Liba by his appearance as a brainless boor. In reality, he is a rare wise general in the Northern Borderline."
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