Chapter 1142 – Cutting Down Xu Pei, The First Kill of the Lords (Part Twelve)
The scout reported, “It should be Qichuan Plain.”
“Qichuan Plain?”
Jiang Pengji paused when she heard this place. For someone who had long resided in the North, Qichuan Plain felt somewhat unfamiliar.
“This name sounds vaguely familiar—”
After a moment of thought, she quickly connected the dots in her head.
“Isn’t Qichuan Plain the main battlefield of the Qichuan Massacre?”
Geographically, Qichuan Plain was easy to attack but hard to defend; it had no other advantages apart from its fertile land. When Jiang Pengji and her ministers were studying tactics, they almost overlooked this place, and now, it reminded her of a story she had seen long ago.
“Indeed, it’s the battlefield of Qichuan Massacre,” Wei Ci replied with a smile.
Qi Guanrang, sitting nearby, suddenly tensed up and quickly got up to look at the map. He scrutinized it carefully and suddenly made a discovery.
Noticing his unusual movement, Jiang Pengji asked, “What did you find, Wen Zheng?”
Furrowing his brow, Qi Guanrang replied gravely, “Something strange is definitely going on. With the beacon fires ignited on Qichuan Plain, it must mean there’s a battle occurring in Hujun. Xu Fei has already been subdued, and the remnants were almost completely wiped out, so it’s impossible for the unrest to escalate to the point of igniting the beacon fires. Xu Pei holds absolute power in Hujun—who could stir up such a big fuss? The only possibility I can think of is—”
Suddenly, everyone realized what he meant, and Jiang Pengji crushed the teacup in her hand.
The atmosphere in the tent froze, and the viewers in the live stream were a bit slow to react, taking a while to grasp what was happening.
【Shushan Duck Pear】: What happened? I hate it when the atmosphere suddenly turns silent; it always gives me an ominous feeling.
【Bamboo Shadow Pavilion】: The beacon fires are lit on Qichuan Plain, and Wen Zheng said something, and that’s why the streamers turned like this.
【Chewing Grass Bunny-chan】: This is giving me a headache. Why can’t they just finish their sentences? They always leave things half-said. Every time I watch the live stream, I end up losing a bunch of brain cells, and even worse, I can’t keep up with the rhythm. It’s just sad.
【Simple Control】: I’m begging for a genius who has been a class representative in Chinese!
After all, it’s a live stream. If it were a recorded drama, I could rewind and check the crucial plot points.
【Cross-dressing Master Cao Rui】: I was a bit confused at first, but after reviewing my notes, I suddenly remembered something. The streamer lent 10,000 troops to Qin Gong to rescue Xu Fei, and also sent Yang Si and Cheng Yuan as military advisers to oversee the military. Qi Guanrang said that Hujun is Xu Pei’s territory, and since the remaining forces of Xu Fei can’t stir up trouble, then only Qin Gong’s troops could truly provoke Xu Pei and light the beacon fires.
This wasn’t hard to analyze, but given the long span of the live stream, many viewers couldn’t remember precisely what happened over a month ago.
With 850,000 spots in the live stream, and billions of people from two different realms fighting for them, the viewer flow was massive.
Besides a few notoriously dorky individuals who seemed to live in a signal tower, almost no one could ensure they were watching the live stream every day.
After the big shots analyzed the situation, the slow-witted onlookers dropped their snacks in astonishment.
【Cang Xue Washes Sword】: Oh my, doesn’t this mean little Rongrong is in danger?
In an instant, Yang Si’s fans exploded in panic, and related topics quickly took over the trending list.
They couldn’t afford to be calm. Yang Si only had a mere 10,000 troops, and now he was situated on enemy territory—wasn’t this just serving himself up on a silver platter?
Yang Si wasn’t some respawning NPC; he was a living, breathing person from another realm and a beloved idol to them.
The live stream had been painstakingly demonstrating a bloody truth to the audience over the years—
War is brutal, and if Yang Si dies, he really dies.
The viewers were burning with anxiety.
With an unchanging expression, Jiang Pengji tossed aside the remnants of the teacup and asked Qi Guanrang, “How many days of travel are left to reach Qichuan Plain?”
“At least three days, at most five.”
That estimate was quite optimistic. If they encountered any obstacles, it could delay them even longer.
Jiang Pengji’s gaze turned icy as she grasped the hilt of her Divine Slayer Sword and said coldly, “Gather the troops. 10,000 will suffice.”
After all, the mission was to save someone, not to confront an army directly; too many troops might just delay the operation.
Qi Guanrang suddenly looked up at her, and the ministers moved to obstruct her.
“Lord, you must not venture alone. If something happens—”
“Something happens?” Jiang Pengji smirked coldly, “It’s impossible.”
Qi Guanrang couldn’t help but give Wei Ci a meaningful look.
Feng Zhen and Feng Jin were now at the rear, and the only strategists following her were him and Wei Ci.
While caution was warranted, if Wei Ci could persuade the Lord, it would be a good thing.
Little did they know that Wei Ci was also feeling troubled.
Having spent decades together with their leader, he understood her thoroughly.
Once she made a decision, there was essentially no room for negotiation, unless—
Wei Ci pondered briefly and secretly signaled Li Yun and Dian Yin.
Li Yun and the others didn’t have the sharp minds of Wei Ci’s group, but they weren’t fools either.
As they were about to step forward, Jiang Nongqin jumped the gun.
“I’m willing to swear an oath to bring back Military Advisor Yang and the others, even if it costs my life.”
Li Yun and Dian Yin quickly rallied behind her, unwilling to be outdone.
“I’m willing to go!”
To be honest, their leader personally leading troops into enemy territory to rescue someone was both touching and oh-so-frustrating.
Why the frustration?
If something were to happen to their leader without an heir to inherit her legacy, what would they do?
Let’s face it, which lord’s subjects had it tougher than them?
Which lord wasn’t surrounded by children? Their leader, on the other hand, was special—still single, and the Young Master hadn’t even been spotted!
The more it was like this, the more pressure they felt as her subordinates.
Jiang Pengji was not only their leader but also the core of their entire faction—once fallen, the whole structure would collapse.
“Alright, let Jiang Nongqin accompany you.”
Jiang Pengji only agreed to let Jiang Nongqin follow but didn’t say anything about not going herself.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
“Have a little courage! In this world, no one who can kill me has been born yet,” Jiang Pengji said helplessly. “I will return safely.”
“Since the Lord’s mind is made up, I, Ci, know I cannot stop you. I only hope you prioritize your safety and avoid acting recklessly to prevent falling into dangerous situations.” Wei Ci sighed inwardly, knowing he couldn’t deter her; such scenes had been commonplace in both previous and current lives.
However, Wei Ci’s compromise displeased Qi Guanrang.
He cast a sidelong glance at Wei Ci, frowning slightly.
No one noticed this detail except for Jiang Pengji.
“You all step back and get ready immediately. Time is of the essence.” After saying that, she added, “Wen Zheng stays.”
Usually, it was Wei Ci who remained, but this time it was Qi Guanrang.
“Wen Zheng should know why I want you to stay behind.”
She spoke in a declarative tone.
Qi Guanrang’s mind brightened, and he immediately guessed the answer.
“For Zixiao?”
Jiang Pengji said, “He can’t stop me. I don’t want Wen Zheng to become more wary and dissatisfied with him because of this.”
The onlooking audience was astonished, their mouths agape.
