Chapter 1501 – Cutting Down Nie Liang, Attacking Yang Tao, Sword Pointing to the World (Part 40)
Qi Guanrang saw Jiang Pengji not speaking and assumed she was against the idea, ready to persuade her otherwise.
Jiang Pengji smiled, “No, Wen Zheng, you’re mistaken. I actually think what you said makes a lot of sense! We should definitely do it!”
When dealing with enemies, being ruthless is hardly excessive.
Looking at the two of them embracing each other with smiles, the lurking idle viewers couldn’t help but think of a single phrase.
Stowaway Non-Money: colluding in a disheveled manner, it couldn’t fit better.
Dried Fish: slipped away, slipped away, this pair is just too messy, their ruthlessness is absolutely outrageous.
Obsessive-Compulsive Patient: every time I see Wen Zheng and the streamer causing trouble together, I wonder why the streamer never noticed Wen Zheng before? Although Ci Meiren is nice and all, she just feels way too soft and kind compared to Wen Zheng, totally incompatible with the streamer’s vibe.
Stockholm: I feel like you have some misunderstanding about Ci Meiren. She looks gentle and kind, but isn’t her heart as ruthless as Wen Zheng’s? Have you not seen her in action? I’ve already respectfully bowed my knee for a year. Besides, at the time the streamer met Wen Zheng, he was already engaged, their relationship was purely platonic, no way they’d have chemistry.
Black Cat Night: CP fans should just indulge in their fantasies; there seem to be quite a few who ship the streamer and Wen Zheng too, let them enjoy themselves without dragging real people into it. After all, the streamer and Wen Zheng have a purely platonic friendship; forcing an interpretation of it as romance is quite sickening.
Though they may be idle fish, there aren’t many who are purely love-struck; they know their limits.
Of course, those who like to stir trouble usually aren’t very old; their speed and internet connection can’t match those long-time single old dried fish.
Are the house prices in the live broadcast room something they can dream of?
There’s Always a Trickster Who Wants to Harm Me: speaking of which, if it weren’t for Ci Meiren’s dedication, our streamer would surely be single for life.
The idle viewers initially didn’t believe in pure friendship between men and women until they met Jiang Pengji.
As an incredibly exceptional woman, she had many men around her, yet only Wei Ci was bold enough to pursue her, with others either being single-minded or already married with kids. Some bored idle fish even studied this topic meticulously, which briefly became a hot topic.
Ultimately, a particularly excellent answer was upvoted to the top.
Egg Rice Sauce: first, nobody would fall in love with a greedy boss who constantly exploits them. Second, this only proves that they are all thick-headed men. Dating the streamer feels like coming out of the closet—you’d touch Tan90’s chest and still think she looks like a girl?
The idle fish were chattering away, while Jiang Pengji laughed and mocked herself.
“Wen Zheng, don’t you think it feels a bit like we’re colluding?”
Qi Guanrang shot her a sidelong glance, his eyes making it crystal clear.
Who would demean themselves so insultingly?
“This is called having a common goal,” Qi Guanrang seriously rebutted.
Jiang Pengji: “…”
The little princess was right, having a common goal was having a common goal; she had no objections.
After a triumphant victory, Jiang Pengji generously rewarded the troops, celebrating boisterously all night, with the bonfire blazing until dawn.
In contrast, the atmosphere in Nie Liang’s camp wasn’t so lighthearted, as a stifling oppressive ambiance hung heavy over the soldiers.
One bad news after another shook the morale of the troops.
Three fierce generals fell in battle.
Hundreds of hidden arrows hovered mid-air, yet Liu Xi was completely unharmed.
With the military morale in shambles, the total casualties and captives reached forty thousand.
Nie Liang was also crushed, spitting out blood. Perhaps he had grown used to it, as this time he didn’t faint again, but his appearance left everyone concerned. To say the least, the Lord Nie Liang now looked utterly lifeless, as if he wouldn’t last long.
“Get up; this isn’t your fault, it’s just that the enemy is too difficult to handle.”
Nie Liang didn’t blame his son Nie Qing, even if he had gone to battle, the outcome would likely have been the same.
According to everyone’s depictions, their enemy seemed to have divine backing. Hundreds of arrows could pierce one into a porcupine, yet all strangely stopped half a foot in front of Jiang Pengji, a ring of faint golden ripples surrounding her like a thick shield, blocking all harm outside, unable to advance an inch, as the entire army could only watch her calmly ride away…
One strategist sighed, “Has anyone ever witnessed such a scene throughout history?”
Looking back at history, had such a sight ever appeared?
No.
Perhaps it had.
Nie Liang couldn’t help but recall the Northern Chen from hundreds of years ago.
The Northern Chen was a dynasty before the chaos of the Sixteen Kingdoms, unifying the Central Plains for three hundred sixty-seven years.
For many scholars, Northern Chen is deemed orthodox, as evidenced by Cheng Jing. Huang Song’s ancestor was a descendant of the royal family of the Great Xia, which was itself a descendant of the Northern Chen royal family, affording Huang Song the chance to have Cheng Jing as his aide.
Although Huang Song had no idea of such a remarkable lineage, Cheng Jing certainly did.
Speaking of Northern Chen, it was quite a legendary dynasty.
The founder of Northern Chen came from a humble farming family, destined to have a golden dragon descend upon him, just at the time when chaos erupted, with his family all perishing from overbearing labor.
By chance, the founder took arms to lead a rebellion, and at that time, there was a mighty lord who looked ready to claim the world.
Everyone thought this impudent farmer would kneel, but just a few days before the decisive battle, a torrential downpour flooded the dikes, drowning countless lives on both banks; the enemy’s camp was situated lower, which led to their misfortune, as their supplies were soaked and molded. If that weren’t tragic enough, on the eve of battle, countless meteors, some long, some short, some big, some small, precisely fell on their camp, resulting in countless casualties.
Divine intervention indeed.
Because of this event, the Northern Chen royal family was termed “children of divine favor,” and during the three hundred sixty-seven years that followed, other miraculous events occurred, prolonging the fate of the Northern Chen royalty. In the late years of Northern Chen, the royal family’s own actions led to chaos, leaving untold suffering.
Unable to endure, various factions rebelled, and the Northern Chen royalty was destroyed.
However, those who overthrew the Northern Chen royalty met tragic ends themselves; no one in their families ending well.
Common folks whispered that the Northern Chen royalty were indeed “children of divine favor,” and that this world rightfully belonged to them. What bad fate awaited the lords who seized their realm? In the end, amidst the chaotic Sixteen Kingdoms, wasn’t it the Northern Chen royal descendants who emerged victorious?
Now, the mythical aura surrounding Jiang Pengji seemed to echo that of Northern Chen, leaving people anxious.
“Could it be… the Liu Clan from Hejian has Northern Chen blood running through their veins?”
Someone shared a similar thought with Nie Liang, awkwardly speaking up to break the heavy atmosphere.
Wei Ying’s expression darkened as he scolded, “Nonsense! Are you trying to shake the morale of the army?”
The scholar immediately lowered his head, muttering apologies, yet his heart didn’t quite agree.
