Chapter 1330 – The Fall of Huang Song, Unification of Dongqing (71)
A few of them felt a jolt in their hearts, their faces turning as pale as ashes.
Surrender, fake surrender?
Where did that even come from?
They had genuinely betrayed Huang Song and pledged allegiance to Jiang Pengji!
In an instant, fear and indignation bubbled in their chests, but they couldn’t afford to dwell on that as they rushed to explain themselves to Jiang Pengji.
“Lord Lan Ting, where did you get such words? We sincerely submit!”
“Sincerely? Tsk, your sincerity seems incredibly cheap,” Jiang Pengji replied. “Are you truly foolish, or just pretending? Do you think I’m a secluded woman with no experience of the world? This so-called document is clearly a fake; did you really think I’d fall for it so easily?”
Her tone was calm, yet to the listeners, it felt like a heavy weight pressing down on their hearts, striking fear into them.
The group turned ashen while one of them immediately bent down to pick up the document from the ground, meticulously reading it from start to finish.
No matter how they viewed it, this document appeared genuine, without any flaws! Why did Jiang Pengji claim it was false? Little did they know, she could tell it was fake without even guessing; her understanding of Huang Song surpassed his understanding of her by far.
These individuals were not even remotely capable of earning Huang Song’s trust, and the possibility of obtaining such a so-called confidential document was slim to none.
If confidential information could be so easily acquired, why would anyone bother with warfare? They might as well play a spy game!
Even assuming this document was real, Jiang Pengji had no intention of using it.
The more critical the situation, the calmer she needed to stay. Even if Huang Song was already like a grasshopper after autumn, she wouldn’t underestimate him.
Rather than trusting an uncertain secret letter, it was better to sit back and observe, waiting for Huang Song to expose his fatal flaws in his impatience.
She wasn’t the one who was anxious; it was Huang Song who was!
Putting that aside, Jiang Pengji also required a legitimate reason to eliminate these individuals in front of her, and “false surrender” was just the perfect excuse!
If she firmly insisted that the document was fake and claimed these individuals were Huang Song’s enemies attempting to fake surrender, wouldn’t she have a justifiable reason to kill them and silence them forever?
Although the group was unaware of Jiang Pengji’s scheme, they sensed the danger they were in, breaking out into a cold sweat.
“How could I dare to insult Lord Lan Ting?” One of them boldly declared. Previously, they had looked down on her, but now that Jiang Pengji’s fist held power, they kept swallowing their words back.
“Huang Song is nepotistic and harsh; the Yuan family is rampant and arrogant, and we have suffered greatly. We heard that Lord Lan Ting is wise and righteous, a true lord; that’s why we have now come out of the darkness and into the light. This document is indeed from that Huang Song!”
This person spoke with righteous fervor, as if they were addressing the heavens.
Jiang Pengji smiled, and the audience in the live stream erupted with commentary.
【Not the stars of last night】: What the heck? Do these people have no shame?
【Dreams in the Floating World】: Totally shattering my worldview! This group clearly betrayed the host, right? Their faces are just disgusting!
Two-faced individuals aren’t terrifying; what’s terrifying is when they speak with conviction—“shameless” doesn’t even begin to describe their appearance.
【Spirit of the Wind】: I actually feel more sorry for Huang Song; these people lift their bowls to eat, then put them down to curse! This is just too much!
They surrendered to Huang Song voluntarily, yet now they kick him while he’s down and insult him in return—what a ridiculous and skillful maneuver!
【Chubby Flatfish】: Tsk tsk, a completely different set of faces, what a revelation!
The audience had been following the live stream for nearly ten years, experiencing a myriad of historical figures through Jiang Pengji’s perspective. Out of all the characters, not many were as detestable as these few. They were clearly good-looking, but their demeanor was utterly repulsive.
Jiang Pengji mocked them further, saying, “I cannot accept such acclaim. When you betrayed me and sold out Hujun, did you say such things to Boge too? Speak to men like men and to ghosts like ghosts; your silver tongues and flattering ways are truly impressive!”
Upon hearing Jiang Pengji’s words, the group realized she would never trust them.
Not only would she not trust them, but they also faced the risk of losing their lives.
As expected—
Jiang Pengji called out in the direction of the tent entrance, “Come!”
No sooner had she spoken than soldiers filed in, binding their hands behind their backs before they could even resist.
“I’m innocent, Lord Lan Ting! I’m truly wronged!”
“I’m innocent! This time of surrender, I harbor no ulterior motives!”
“Lord Lan Ting, please see clearly; my loyalty is as bright as the sun and the moon!”
“I’m innocent! I am wronged…”
Seeing the situation, the group could no longer maintain their poise; they began to loudly plead their innocence, every word bellowed with passion.
Jiang Pengji knew they were “wronged,” but that wasn’t important.
Keeping such fickle people alive was a disaster, as who knew when they might stab her in the back again? It was better to eliminate them and ensure there were no future troubles.
Jiang Pengji smirked and ordered, “Take them all away! After their execution, hang their heads outside the camp for Boge to see!”
Upon hearing this, the group struggled even harder.
The soldiers were no pushovers either; their broad, powerful hands clamped down like iron pincers, ensuring they couldn’t break free.
Jiang Pengji glanced at the Executioner’s Blade, her eyelids drooping slightly.
These traitors simply weren’t worth her drawing her sword.
Not long later, terrible screams echoed from outside the tent. Heavy heads thudded on the ground, rolling about twice before blood splattered over the earth, staining the soil.
“Report, my Lord, the executions are complete.”
Jiang Pengji replied, “Hang them up, and remember to clean their faces a bit, lest the enemy can’t see them clearly.”
By noon, Huang Song received the news.
He sighed bitterly, “Lan Ting still has her old temper; she kills without hesitation.”
Cheng Jing was surprised by Huang Song’s understanding of Jiang Pengji. Despite their opposing stances, he still referred to her as a term of endearment.
Perhaps—
This could be considered a form of mutual love and hate?
“Then… should we set an ambush or not?”
Huang Song said, “Lan Ting is likely already aware that the document is fake. An ambush would be useless and only provide her with a laugh.”
Cheng Jing replied, “In that case, we must make alternate plans.”
The sky had not completely darkened when a commotion outside the camp broke out.
“Reporting to you, my Lord, the enemy army has issued a challenge letter!”
Huang Song hastily took the letter, recognizing Jiang Pengji’s writing at once. The content followed her usual style—sharp and domineering.
Once again, he gathered everyone to discuss the matter, the challenge letter stirring ripples among them.
“Lord Lan Ting declares that tomorrow, our two armies will engage in battle. Does anyone have a strategy?”
The crowd exchanged glances, realizing that facing off directly meant it would be an all-out confrontation.
“Our army’s numbers are inferior to the enemy’s; confronting them like this is extremely disadvantageous for us.”
Someone sarcastically remarked, “We haven’t even clashed yet, and it seems we’re already raising the enemy’s flag.”
Another person confidently declared, “In tomorrow’s battle, let’s meet that Liu Xi and see what she’s capable of!”
