Feng Yan took a deep breath and raised the long sword in his hand.
“I don’t understand anything you’ve said. My duty is to repel the traitorous rebels, until death takes me!”
“Repel the traitorous rebels, until death takes us!” The soldiers beside Feng Yan all raised their swords.
“Hyah!” A soldier rode his horse swiftly closer.
The soldier came straight up to Feng Yan’s side and said in a low voice, “Second Prince, Noble Consort Ya asks why you’ve stopped fighting.”
“She says she’ll send another ten thousand Gao family troops out of the city, and that you must take Feng Jiu’er’s head within three days.”
“Hahaha…” Hearing this, Feng Jiu’er looked up toward the city wall in the distance.
The soldier’s voice hadn’t been loud, and the distance between the two sides was considerable, but Feng Jiu’er’s hearing was far sharper than an ordinary person’s, and she could hear it clearly.
“Noble Consort Ya, you have everyone taking orders from you, while you yourself stand up high, cooling off and sipping tea — what does that mean?”
Feng Jiu’er channeled her internal energy, and her voice carried for miles across the open grassland.
“Back then, to help the Eldest Prince, you didn’t hesitate to poison Second Imperial Brother and pin the blame on me — you haven’t forgotten that, have you?”
“Didn’t you also lie to my Second Imperial Brother, telling him you came to support him for his sake?”
“The truth is, you knew my real identity and feared that one day I’d return to court and seize the throne, shattering your dream of becoming empress.”
“We already know about your illicit affair with the Eldest Prince. You hate that I deceived you, hate that I’m a Feng daughter — so why don’t you come fight me yourself?”
After Feng Jiu’er’s words, all that remained on the field was the scattered neighing of horses.
Standing far off on the city wall, Consort Ya froze in shock.
Between the two cities, there were at least a hundred thousand people at that moment, and every one of them had heard Feng Jiu’er’s words — but had everyone believed them?
Consort Ya stood frozen for a moment, her footing unsteady, and stumbled back two steps.
Her affair with the Eldest Prince couldn’t be made public yet, and it was true that she had poisoned the Second Prince — how had that wretched girl found out?
Feng Jiu’er, in truth, didn’t know — at the time they had all been too busy fleeing for their lives to investigate anything.
Clearly, she had simply been guessing.
At this moment, whether the guess was right or wrong made no difference.
“Noble Consort.” A palace maid stepped forward and steadied her.
“She’s slandering me! She’s slandering me!” Consort Ya pointed at the dense crowd.
“Noble Consort, are you all right?” the maid asked anxiously.
“Say something! She’s slandering me.” Consort Ya’s face turned green with fury.
The maid glanced down below, her face full of difficulty.
“Noble Consort, at this distance, whatever we say to refute her, they won’t hear it.”
“Smack!” The maid was struck hard across the face.
“What refuting? None of what she said is true, so why would we need to refute it?” Consort Ya stepped forward and stood at the edge of the city wall.
“Feng Jiu’er, you’re slandering me! Feng Jiu’er, you’ll come to a bad end!”
No matter how loudly Consort Ya shouted, only those near her could hear it.
On the battlefield, there wasn’t even the faintest sound of wind.
Feng Yan stared unblinkingly at Feng Jiu’er, and after a moment finally asked, “Was it really Noble Consort Ya who poisoned me back then?”
“Don’t tell me you think it was me too?” Feng Jiu’er rolled her eyes.
Feng Yan said nothing, and gave no reaction.
Feng Jiu’er sighed and continued, “Don’t you know how Noble Consort Ya normally treats you?”
“If Third Imperial Brother hadn’t helped us escape back then, would I even be alive now to say all this to you?”
Her Majesty the Empress loved her own children dearly — it couldn’t have been her! The only suspicious one was Consort Ya.
Whether it was true or not, Consort Ya was no good person to begin with — so slandering her was slandering her, so be it!
