Seeing the second prince of the Northern Borderline again after a few months, the audience in the streaming room couldn't recognize what this thing was.
Meow's Wish: "Streamer, I haven't eaten yet. What is this thing?"
Love's Death Soul: "Is he abusing a captive?"
Mischievous Nuannuan: "He seems to be the second prince of the Northern Borderline? Is this poor little thing still alive?
They thought that the second prince was dead after falling into Jiang Pengji's hands. They didn't expect him to be so tenacious.
Of course, the second prince could survive until now thanks to the care of several doctors day and night. Otherwise, he would have died a long time ago.
The second prince didn't have a good life. Every day was torture. His legs were crippled, and his tongue was cut off. What was the point of living?
He knew there was no point in living, but he couldn't muster the courage to commit suicide.
It was better to live a bad life than to die a good death. Wasn't there a saying in the Han family of the Central Plains?
After suffering one blow after another, the second prince was terrified. His arrogance had been wiped clean.
He would rather eat dregs of pig's feed than die.
As long as he was alive, maybe he could kill Liu Xi after the Northern Borderline became strong. Then he could regain his original noble identity.
This thought supported the second prince to live. He forced himself to live again and again. Now he had no courage to commit suicide.
He had lost the concept of time. He only knew that he was living well. Suddenly, someone took him out of the cage and washed him. They scrubbed him with bath mud, changed him into clean clothes, and washed his hair full of lice. He felt refreshed.
"Ah … Ah?"
The second prince's tongue was cut off. He couldn't speak. He could only make meaningless "ah" sounds.
The closest cage held the second prince's most trusted advisor. His situation was much better than the second prince's. He could speak and listen.
Seeing a group of people about to take the second prince away, the advisor clung to the pillar of the cage and hurriedly asked.
"Where are you taking him?"
He thought he would be put in an important position after being captured, but Jiang Pengji looked down on him.
Although she didn't say to kill him, Liu Xi didn't say to let him go either. He could only waste his time in the cage.
Other than the lack of freedom, he was treated well.
"Where?" The warden glanced at the advisor and sneered, "Today is an auspicious day. Naturally, we will send him on his way."
The second prince's hearing was fine. When he heard this, he immediately struggled violently. He got on all fours and tried to crawl away.
Several jailers tied him up mercilessly.
All the foreign tribes of the Northern Borderline should die!
These prison guards were all natives of Chongzhou. They were the most vocal victims of the Northern Borderline's invasion of Dongqing.
How could they forget the blood feud of hundreds of thousands of people at the border of Chongzhou?
No matter how reluctant the second prince was, he could not resist the power of the crowd. Soon, he was thrown in front of Jiang Pengji.
"I've said it before, you're the most suitable sacrifice for the flag."
Jiang Pengji glanced at the Second Prince coldly and sneered.
Today, she was dressed in a dignified imperial robe with nine chapters. She was dressed in black and crimson, with coral hanging down from her head. She had a jade ornament and a sword, which was tied to her knees.
Amateurs enjoy the show, while experts appreciate the artistry.
Not to mention anything else, just from her clothes, one could see her ambition.
Laosiji Lianmeng: "Imperial robe with nine chapters. It's a high-class imperial robe that only nobles can wear. My streamer, you're amazing."
The ancient times were not modern times. Not all clothes could be worn. If one wore the wrong clothes, he or she would be killed.
The imperial robe symbolized social status. Only the emperor, dukes, marquises, earls, sons, men, orphans, ministers, and doctors had the right to wear it. Different people wore different imperial robes. They were roughly divided into six styles, which was why they were called the six crowns. Although Jiang Pengji was one of the feudal lords of Dongqing, the royal family of Dongqing was not completely finished. Her social status was limited to "Magistrate of Wanzhou." Her other identities were not recognized by the court.
However, regardless of whether the court recognized it or not, Jiang Pengji would not give a damn about them.
In the past, the flag was mostly sacrificed with pigs, cows, and sheep. Their blood was splashed on the ground as a sacrifice to the heavens to seek martial arts fate.
If it was a war, captives or enemy generals' heads were often used as sacrifices.
To boost morale, kill one to warn others!
Now that Jiang Pengji was going to send troops to the Northern Borderline, what sacrifice could be more motivating than the second prince of the Northern Borderline?
A long speech had to be made before the flag was sacrificed. Jiang Pengji used Wei Ci's draft.
Every word wept with blood. He described the cruelty of the foreign tribes in the Northern Borderline and the suffering of the people of Chongzhou. It evoked the anger and hatred of the soldiers.
She changed the topic and ordered people to bring the sacrifice to the altar. At that moment, the hatred and morale of the soldiers had reached its peak. The sound of killing shook the heavens.
The second prince knelt on the ground, shivering. There were two people beside him who were holding his shoulders so that he could not move.
"Today, this person's life will be used as a sacrifice to the countless souls who died in vain! May the heavens bless us and flatten the Northern Borderline! "
"Flatten the Northern Borderline …"
"Flatten the Northern Borderline …"
"Flatten the Northern Borderline …"
The sound of the waves was louder than the one before it. Tens of thousands of soldiers gathered together and shouted in unison. Their murderous intent pierced through the clouds.
"Sacrifice to the flag!"
Jiang Pengji drew the sword from her waist. The snow-white blade shone with a cold light under the sunlight.
Seeing that, the second prince was scared out of his wits. He did not care that his legs were crippled and his entire body was tied up. He struggled violently, trying to break free.
He yelled in vain. His eyes were red and tears gathered and slid down his cheeks.
However, the "guards" on his left and right were too strong. No matter how he struggled, they did not move an inch.
The second prince changed his strategy. He tried to kowtow to Jiang Pengji and beg for mercy.
He did not want glory and wealth. He did not want the identity of the second prince of the Northern Borderline. He only wanted to live on.
As long as he could live, he would not pursue the matter of Jiang Pengji sending people to cut off his tongue and break his legs.
However, Jiang Pengji had a heart of stone. There was not a trace of compassion or benevolence in her eyes. Her right hand that was holding the sword was steady.
"You are the first to repay the debt of the Northern Borderline!"
After saying that, she raised her hand and waved the sword in front of the desperate eyes of the second prince. A head with its eyes wide open rolled off his neck.
A strong gush of blood spurted out from the wound. It stained Jiang Pengji's royal robe and the battle flag nearby.
The second prince's head rolled twice. When it stopped, his cheek was facing Jiang Pengji. His eyes were wide open.
"Flatten the Northern Borderline …"
"Flatten the Northern Borderline …"
"Flatten the Northern Borderline …"
The second prince's body collapsed. His head was placed on a plate and raised high. The soldiers below him roared louder and louder.
Jiang Pengji raised her sword high. Her voice was not soft, but it was exceptionally firm.
"Flatten the Northern Borderline!"
Emotions were contagious. In such an atmosphere, even a calm and composed person would become excited and high-spirited.
After the sacrifice to the flag, it was time to go on stage and select the generals.
Sun Wen, who was below, sighed with emotion. "I always feel that I've followed an extraordinary lord."
Wei Ci, who was beside him, heard it. The corners of his lips curled into a warm smile.
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