Bai Qingyan deeply agreed.

“This time you’ll accompany the mission, allowing you siblings to clash face-to-face and allowing you to meet! It will also add another stroke to Princess Zhenguo’s reputation of being invincible in battle.” Dong Qingyue smiled.

Bai Qingyan nodded, feeling deeply grateful to her uncle.

Early morning on the tenth day of the ninth month, Dengzhou Prefect Dong Qingyue, along with his son Dong Changmao and accompanied by Dengzhou’s military officers, large and small, led troops toward Dengzhou to retake the lost city. Princess Zhenguo Bai Qingyan, who had been accompanying old Lady Dong in Dengzhou, went to assist at Dengzhou. The Dengzhou army’s morale was greatly boosted.

Dong Qingyue and Bai Qingyan each led twenty thousand troops, simultaneously attacking Dengzhou’s south and north gates, dispersing and drawing the main Nanrong forces hidden in Dengzhou city to the south and north sides of the city. The battles at Dengzhou’s south and north gates were intense, while Dong Changmao led three thousand light cavalry hidden near Dengzhou’s east gate.

This time in attacking the city, Dong Qingyue held nothing back, attacking with full force… He dispatched thirty death warriors to infiltrate the city along the moat, silently killing Rong barbarian soldiers, changing into Rong barbarian military uniforms, risking their lives to open the south and north city gates from within.

As Dengzhou’s south and north city gates were about to lose their defenses, the Dengzhou army charging into the city was unstoppable in momentum. The Nanrong army used their bodies to hold back the two gates that had already been battered open wide enough for people to pass through.

“Quick! Someone help close the city gates!” A Nanrong general sitting high on his horse drew his curved blade and roared.

More Nanrong soldiers rushed to the gate entrance, using their bodies to resist those two heavy city gates, unwilling to lose this hard-won city.

The Dengzhou soldiers fighting desperately to push and ram the gates, even stepping on their own comrades’ bodies and treading through mud mixed with blood, would sacrifice their lives to retake the lost city.

Suddenly, a whistling arrow shot straight through the city gate from outside, instantly piercing through the throat of the Nanrong general sitting on his fine horse.

Immediately after, there came the sound of an angry horse’s long neigh. A white steed burst through the gap between the gates that had been pushed open just wide enough for one and a half people to pass through.

On the white horse was a woman in silver armor, holding a sun-shooting bow, her red cloak fluttering. Looking down from above, covered in blood, her killing aura boiling like a demon from hell.

“Brothers! Princess Zhenguo has entered the city and shot down the Nanrong general! Kill them!”

The leading Dengzhou soldier roared. The Dengzhou army outside the gate suddenly seemed injected with adrenaline, howling as they exerted force… The gap in the city gate was pushed wider and wider, opening faster and faster.

“Bang—Bang—”

After two heavy, dull sounds of the city gates crashing against the gate frames, the Dengzhou army’s battle cries shook heaven and earth.

The fine horse reared up, trampling enemies as it advanced like a swift wind. Bai Qingyan, her silver armor stained with blood, hung the sun-shooting bow behind her back with one hand, her gaze directly locking onto that general among the northern Nanrong soldiers who seemed to be wearing Nanrong royal attire. She casually grabbed a long spear thrusting toward her from a Nanrong soldier, forcefully flicked it to throw the man off, knocking down several Nanrong soldiers.

She urged her horse forward, and in just three moves, drove her spear straight through a high-ranking Rong barbarian general’s chest, lifting the blood-soaked Nanrong general. With one hand tightly gripping the reins, she remained vigilant in all directions, her torch-like gaze sweeping over the Nanrong soldiers who were too intimidated to rashly approach.

Lu Ping immediately led the Bai Family guards forward, protecting Bai Qingyan’s surroundings, not allowing anyone to get close to her.

Which Nanrong soldier had not heard of that Princess Zhenguo, known as the God of Slaughter?

At this moment, seeing this woman lift their eldest prince with her silver spear, who could not be afraid?

That Nanrong eldest prince, pierced through by the silver spear, was still spurting blood from his mouth.

Bai Qingyan gritted her teeth tightly, using the long spear to brace against the saddle, barely managing to support lifting the man. Her physical strength had reached its limit. She maintained a composed appearance as she flung the man away, declaring loudly: “Those who surrender their weapons shall live! Those who resist shall be killed without question!”

The Dengzhou army that had already charged into the city, taking advantage of the moment when the Nanrong soldiers were stunned, had already surrounded the Nanrong soldiers. Hearing this, they loudly acknowledged.

Bai Qingyan turned her horse around, leading Lu Ping and the Bai Family guards toward the east gate.

The Nanrong soldiers were defeated. A’Yu would surely withdraw troops from the east gate. Bai Qingyan had come this time for… to see A’Yu once. Even if there was no opportunity to speak properly, she had to personally confirm whether A’Yu was safe.

Inside the city.

The Nanrong Ghost-Faced General heard that the north of the city had been breached and the south was also in imminent danger. Knowing the situation was hopeless, he ordered his deputy general to leave several battalions to cover the rear while he led troops to withdraw first and preserve their strength.

The reason Dong Changmao had brought three thousand light cavalry to ambush outside the east gate was so that… if Bai Qingyan couldn’t catch up to Bai Qingyu within the city, then Dong Changmao could delay outside the east gate, helping Bai Qingyan intercept Bai Qingyu.

The Ghost-Faced General had just stepped out of the main gate of the Dong Mansion, where he was temporarily staying in Dengzhou, when he heard the shouts and screams of Rong barbarians from the north. He turned his head to look north, and that silver-armored woman on the white horse with her fierce killing aura… her heroic bearing crashed into his sight without warning.

Under Bai Qingyu’s blue-faced fanged mask, his breathing became somewhat labored, his eye sockets aching, as he made eye contact with Bai Qingyan almost instantly.

Elder sister…

Bai Qingyan saw Bai Qingyu’s gaze turn toward her, and her heart immediately ached unbearably.

A’Yu’s bearing was more upright and tall than before his departure, but he no longer showed that spirited confidence and radiant demeanor of heaven’s favored son.

“General!” A blood-covered Rong barbarian soldier fell to his knees before Bai Qingyu. “General, Jin Kingdom’s God of Slaughter Princess Zhenguo has come! General, please withdraw quickly!”

Bai Qingyu looked deeply at Bai Qingyan once, then withdrew his gaze and leaped onto his horse, leading his troops toward the east gate at full speed without looking back.

The word “A’Yu” almost burst from Bai Qingyan’s throat. She gritted her teeth, tightly gripping the long spear in her hand, frantically swinging her weapon, wanting to kill all the Rong barbarian soldiers blocking her path to see A’Yu.

But there were so many Rong barbarian soldiers, endless to kill, wave after wave… She could only watch A’Yu’s figure grow more and more distant, her heart twisting in agony.

They hadn’t been able to speak, and she hadn’t been able to get close to A’Yu to see how badly he was injured.

She hadn’t told A’Yu that she didn’t want any pigeon’s blood ruby; she only wanted A’Yu to return home safely!

Bai Qingyan’s eyes were bloodshot, abnormally agitated, her killing moves fierce and ruthless, but her wide, sweeping attacks also exposed great weaknesses.

If not for Lu Ping and the Bai Family guards fighting desperately to protect her, Bai Qingyan would probably already be injured.

“Miss!” Seeing Bai Qingyan lose emotional control and only know how to charge recklessly, Lu Ping shouted.

Lu Ping’s cry of “Miss” finally brought Bai Qingyan back to her senses. An arrow flew swiftly toward her face. Bai Qingyan dodged sideways, the arrow grazing past her ear, immediately drawing blood.

The warm blood made Bai Qingyan calm down. She suddenly yanked the reins, no longer forcing reckless advances. The fine horse reared and steadied. Bai Qingyan grabbed the sun-shooting bow from behind her back, and as the horse’s front hooves settled, she drew a feathered arrow and steadily shot toward the archer positioned high above.

Reckless charging would only waste her life. Even if the siblings had no chance to speak today, as long as they both lived, there would still be opportunities!