Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 269 Seeking Death

Jiang Lige knew that it was impossible for her to escape unscathed at this moment. She was thinking about using non-vital parts to block this round of attacks when she saw the long sword heading straight for her heart.

"Ding--"

Suddenly! Just as the sword tip was about to pierce her heart, a dart flew out of nowhere, and the curtain suddenly opened. Ning Yunxiao, clad in silver armor, descended like a god of war. With the force of thunder, he instantly knocked down all the swords approaching Jiang Lige one by one.

Seeing Ning Yunxiao leading the troops in, Han Zhuo's heart trembled, and he reacted immediately. He quickly pulled out the sword of a guard beside him, and relying on the advantage of distance, he held Jiang Lige, who had not yet recovered from his shock, hostage.

Han Zhuo gnashed his teeth and said, "You guys are plotting against me!"

Ning Yunxiao was completely focused on Jiang Lige who was being held hostage, and had no intention of arguing with Han Zhuo.

Jiang Lige sneered, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

"It's a little late for Lord Han to react now."

Yes, Han Zhuo was indeed slow to react.

Jiang Lige was kidnapped on purpose. Otherwise, even if Nanchu was defeated first, the Han family would hide in the Nanchu army and would not fall into their hands so quickly.

What's more, if Concubine Han didn't think she was sure to win, how could she be so arrogant in front of her and reveal so many secrets?

Of course, what’s more important is that Jiang Lige is a vengeful person.

She wants to avenge herself, her mother, and the Xu family.

Now that Han Zhuo had figured this out, his face was filled with anger as he gritted his teeth.

"Princess Zhaohua is truly arrogant. Don't forget that your life is in my hands!"

After roaring, Han Zhuo moved the blade closer and shouted at Ning Yunxiao.

"Ning Yunxiao, put down your weapon, otherwise Princess Zhaohua will suffer."

Ning Yunxiao's gaze penetrated the heavy sword shadows and fell on the red mark on Jiang Lige's neck. His whole body was so cold that it made people feel like falling into an ice cave. He spoke sternly.

"Han Zhuo, Nan Chu has already lost this battle. Everyone outside the tent is my men. I advise you not to struggle in vain. If you lose, you still have a chance of survival, but if you injure Princess Zhaohua, I can guarantee that you will have no chance of survival."

Han Zhuo sneered and brought the sword in his hand closer to Jiang Lige's neck. The sharp blade flashed coldly in the moonlight.

"Prince Sheng Ling, there's no need to frame me. The Xu and Han families have been feuding for a long time. Princess Zhaohua is probably eager to tear our Han family's tendons and skin them alive. Will you survive if you release Princess Zhaohua? I don't believe your nonsense!"

Ning Yunxiao's eyes were still unusually cold. "Okay, then tell me your conditions."

"As expected, the Crown Prince is a wise man." Han Zhuo smiled complacently and nodded towards the outside of the tent. "Please, Crown Prince, prepare a carriage, dry food, and money for me and my entourage, and promise not to harm our lives. Then, after we safely evacuate, you will release Princess Zhaohua."

"Alright, Lord Han, please remember this: if you dare to hurt her in the slightest, I will make sure your Han family is wiped out, even if it means you're at the ends of the earth." Ning Yunxiao agreed readily, turning around and ordering Gu Fan, "Get the carriage ready."

"That's natural."

But seeing that Ning Yunxiao had made concessions, Han Zhuo nodded in agreement with joy, and then warned Jiang Lige.

"Princess Zhaohua, you must cooperate well, otherwise..."

"Humph!"

Jiang Lige turned his head away uncooperatively, but Han Zhuo became even more proud when he saw this.

What if I don’t want to?

Now that she was in his hands, there were plenty of ways to make her bow her head.

At this moment, Jiang Lige, who had originally looked uncooperative, suddenly turned his body cleverly, following Han Zhuo's force, causing his body to stagger.

At the same time, Ning Yunxiao attacked with lightning speed. A stone accurately knocked the knife out of Han Zhuo's hand, and then he kicked the man to the ground.

"Take it."

Han Zhuo fell heavily to the ground, his face no longer as calm as before. He struggled to get up, but Ao Ying stepped on his chest and pinned him to the ground.

At this moment, Jiang Lige was protected by Ning Yunxiao behind him.

At this moment, Ning Yunxiao no longer had any of the cruelty he had just shown. His eyes fell gently on Jiang Lige, and he even slowly reached out to tidy up the loose hair on her bun.

"Is everything okay?"

Jiang Lige shook his head honestly and said, "It's okay."

"You are really brave this time!" There was a hint of blame in his tone, but more of helplessness.

Jiang Lige had always been stubborn, and considering the grievances between the Han and Xu families, Ning Yunxiao couldn't say much, so he specifically told Jiang Lige to stay in the tent and not cause any trouble.

Who knew that in the blink of an eye, Jiang Lige had figured out everything about him and Han Zhuo.

Fortunately, Jiang Lige was quite alert just now. In such a critical situation, he did not panic at all and even secretly gestured to pass a message to him. Otherwise, he would have been too worried and was really prepared to let Han Zhuo go for the time being.

Jiang Lige knew that he was in the wrong, so he quickly blinked ingratiatingly, took Ning Yunxiao's hand, and said softly.

"I was indeed reckless this time, but the war is at a stalemate, and the people are the ones who suffer. I simply cannot bear to see the people of both countries suffer this disaster, so..."

A small hand covered Ning Yunxiao's big palm. Ning Yunxiao, who had been a little bit angry, could no longer hold back.

Feeling the slight coolness of Jiang Lige's fingertips, she sighed softly and covered her hand with her backhand.

He asked suddenly, "Are you cold?"

Jiang Lige didn't know how Ning Yunxiao's mind could jump so quickly, so he just shook his head honestly.

"not cold."

"Okay." Ning Yunxiao nodded, and with a backhand push, he hid Jiang Lige behind the screen inside the tent, "Don't dirty my eyes."

"Oh." Jiang Lige didn't refuse, and even kindly reminded: "Leave it alive."

"it is good."

Ning Yunxiao responded and turned around. His eyes instantly became extremely cold, as if the tenderness just now had never existed.

His eyes swept coldly over Han Zhuo who was suppressed by Ao Ying, and he drew his sword. Without any hesitation, he struck Han Zhuo's hand that had just held Jiang Lige hostage.

"what!"

How could Han Zhuo, a civil servant, have ever been treated like this? He screamed, almost fainting, and threatened through gritted teeth.

"Prince Sheng Ling, being called a murderer is not a good reputation. When two countries are at war, envoys are not killed. You treat me like this, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world? A person without moral integrity cannot hold the throne of the crown prince!"

Ning Yunxiao sneered, raised the tip of his sword, and instantly struck Han Zhuo's other hand with a sword.

"The position of crown prince? Do you think that's what I care about? In my heart, Ah Li's safety is more important than anything else. If you touch her, you will be courting death."