As the most beloved daughter of Han Wangan, Princess Honglian was weeping while waving the long sword in her hand.
In June, she sent one of her sisters away to Qin to join the harem of King Qin Yingzheng; three months later, the same fate came to her.
The Chu Kingdom's Shadow Tiger Army approaches Xinzheng, and Chu King Xiong Han asks the Han King to obey the Chu Kingdom's orders from now on and send Princess Honglian to Chu as his concubine to show the goodwill between the two families.
Bai Yifei died in the battle, and one hundred thousand Baijia were dead; Wei Zhuang's whereabouts were unknown, fifty thousand Korean troops were defeated in Puyang, and all the elites in the country were lost. Today, Korea has only one general, Ji Wuye, and his loyalty is unknown. What can he do with it?
Resist the Chu army?
His father was seriously ill, and he saw his country destroyed and his family destroyed. Hong Lian's pure heart, which was ignorant of the world, was shattered in a matter of days and nights.
"Yeah~ Yeah~"
A series of countless mournful shouts scared away several sleeping birds in the desolate night, and the cold light of the knife flashed across, reflecting the moonlight, lighting up the girl's alluring face.
She threw down her beloved long knife dejectedly and sat down on the ground without caring about her appearance. She looked up at the bright moon in the sky and said, "Brother, are our home and country going to be destroyed? Do you have a way? You must
There is a way, right?”
The ruthless moon did not reply. The moonlight falling from the sky hit the blade and reflected into Honglian's eyes.
She held up the knife and stroked the inscription "Red Lotus" on it. The blade illuminated her miserable eyes, "Zhuang, where are you..."
The girl's complex thoughts were directly conveyed to the ears of the indifferent man in her heart - Wei Zhuang, who was hiding behind a stone pillar, leaning against his body with a sword in his hand, his eyes closed tightly and his white eyebrows trembling.
"You promised to teach me martial arts, and you also wanted to test my qualifications... You've only been teaching me for a few months, and you just left without saying goodbye... You, you! You~ I'll hack you to death, hack you to death!"
Hong Lian got up and dragged the knife, performing a set of knife skills over and over again, making it extremely distracting and unsightly, crying and cursing at the same time.
Wei Zhuang, who was behind the stone pillar, lowered his head slightly after hearing this.
"Ta-ta-ta~"
There was a sudden sound of slight footsteps, and Wei Zhuang instantly opened his eyes and disappeared, leaning on the courtyard wall and staring at the scene inside.
"It turns out it's Honglian. It's so late at night and you still haven't rested. Your Highness, the princess, is very precious. You must take care of yourself."
Mrs. Mingzhu came in a black and purple dress, and her charming voice reached Hong Lian's ears.
"It's you! What are you doing here? You are not welcome in this princess's palace."
Honglian pointed the knife at Mrs. Mingzhu, gave her a fierce look, and then began to wield the knife on her own. The sword was powerful and extraordinary.
Mrs. Mingzhu didn't care about her rudeness at all. She walked to the side and said sadly: "The king is in a very bad state of mind now. He often falls asleep and is not sure when he wakes up. I can't get away either. Naturally,
I only come to see Her Royal Highness the Princess late at night if there is something urgent."
Honglian put the knife back into its sheath and held it with both hands, looking at her sideways, "Humph, just tell me if you have anything to do. It's just a pretense~"
"Although the king is seriously ill, he still can't let go of the princess. Now that the King of Chu's army has invaded the country and taken the princess as his concubine, South Korea has no more soldiers to fight. In order to protect itself, the princess has only——"
Honglian interrupted directly and waved her hand to expel the guest: "Isn't it just to get married? Just go. After that, you can leave."
"Alas~ Your Majesty said that although Korea is weak, it is located at a strategic location in the world. If the princess does not want to marry the King of Chu, there is a second way out~"
Mrs. Mingzhu used words to seduce Honglian and she took the initiative to stop her, "What did you say?"
She then said unhurriedly: "The two most powerful countries in the world today are Qin and Chu. When Chu conquers Korea, Qin will never sit idly by."
Honglian turned away and sneered, "This kind of thing can only be useful if you talk to the civil servants and generals in the court. Is it possible that I can persuade the King of Qin to send troops to drive away Chu?"
Mrs. Mingzhu said seriously, "There are only two people in Korea who can do this. Her Royal Highness the Princess, and the Ninth Young Master Han Fei."
"Then go find him. What's the use of looking for me? I'm just a commodity that's been sent here and there. I'm usually pretty, but that's all my use!"
When Wei Zhuang heard this, he immediately remembered what Han Fei said about the difference between Qin and Chu.
No, he will never ask Qin. It is easy to ask, but difficult to send away. If South Korea asks Qin to send troops, the Qin army will march eastward with great righteousness, save South Korea from fire and water, and show kindness to the people of South Korea.
After that, South Korea will truly be irreversible.
Han Fei doesn't know how to beg Qin, so does King Han want Honglian to go? Or is it Mrs. Mingzhu's intention?
Wei Zhuang calmed down the raging waves in his heart and continued to listen calmly.
I only heard Mrs. Mingzhu say again: "Now everyone in the government and the public advocates respecting the orders of the King of Chu, including the Ninth Young Master. The king is powerless."
Honglian couldn't believe it, "Even my brother..."
"The king cherishes the princess and takes good care of Her Highness. Now that things have happened, there are some things that it would be better for the princess to know.
Your Majesty knows that in the hearts of you and your Ninth Brother, he is a mediocre king. Ninth Young Master learned from Master Xun and brought together the great achievements of Confucianism and Legalism. He is actually the number one scholar in Legalism in the world today.
It's a pity that this is of no use. In South Korea, there is a behemoth like the Zhang family who has been the prime minister for five generations, and the country's government has been controlled by them for more than a hundred years. How can the aristocratic forces headed by them be so simple? The so-called reform to strengthen the country is simply impossible.
More than ten years ago, the king ascended the throne by attacking Baiyue, and supported Ji Wuye, Bai Yifei, Liu Yi and others to compete with the aristocratic forces headed by the Zhang family. Unfortunately, Ji Wuye had deep ties with the Qin State.
With the help of Qin's power, it gradually took control of South Korea, and its tail was too big to lose.
Your father is unable to take charge of the government, nor to command the military, and he has no money or food, and the national treasury is not comparable to that of an emerald tiger. What else can he do except for his sensuality and barely maintaining a bit of royal dignity."
Honglian heard tears falling from her eyes, and murmured to herself intermittently: "Father...it turns out..."
Mrs. Mingzhu patted her twice and said, "When a bird is about to die, its song is mournful; when a man is about to die, his words are also kind. Your Highness, Princess, whether you want to go to Qin or Chu, this is your dear father, what can you do for me?"
This is your last chance to be willful."
"Father?! What did you say?"
Honglian raised her head suddenly, her big eyes staring at Madam Mingzhu, and a chill suddenly rose up on her back.
The latter frowned, not knowing how he could be frightened by a girl's film, and replied in a nonchalant manner: "The deadline is approaching, these are the last few days."
"You~"
"Boom~"
As if a switch was turned on, an unknown sound came from Hong Lian. The princess drew the sword out of its sheath, and the inner strength and mental skills she learned from somewhere started to work, and the blade of the sword flashed red.
Wei Zhuang was shocked when he saw it, "Damn it, where did she learn the internal skills and mental techniques from?!"
Can internal strength be learned randomly?
Hong Lian only has some superficial kung fu and doesn’t have much martial arts knowledge at all. How can he casually learn internal skills without anyone’s guidance?
I saw flames igniting on the red lotus blade over there, and the princess's fire-breathing eyes stared at Madam Mingzhu, "Tell me, was it you who killed my father?"
Mrs. Mingzhu swallowed. She felt that all the water in her body was evaporating. If Honglian's knife were to strike out, she might really die.
Moreover, the pure murderous intent in the other party's pure eyes, which seemed to come from hell, made her, a trendy banshee, tremble.
She decisively chose to give in, "It wasn't me, it was Han Yu. The king gradually became seriously ill after being hit hard and mentally. As for me controlling the king now, it was all Han Yu asked me to do. Everything I told you tonight is true.
It’s all true!”
Hong Lian's eyes were burning with fire as she stared into Madam Mingzhu's fearful eyes, as if to identify whether she was lying.
Finally, she looked up to the sky and roared: "Fourth brother...Han Yu~!"
"Big Red Lotus Slash——"
A hell flower bloomed from the long sword strike, and all the vegetation in the courtyard was reduced to ashes.
Wei Zhuang's figure who rushed out froze in half, and the figure of Lu Yan who had used the Big Red Lotus Slash appeared in his mind.
He took two deep breaths to calm down his shocked outlook. When did weapons come with their own sword skills? Could it be that this is a magic sword?
The princess who used a terrifying sword skill exhausted all her internal energy and strength and collapsed on the ground. The words Tianze said when she was captured came to her mind.
"The flame turns into a red lotus, blooms in the depths of hell, and burns away all remaining souls. This is a flower of revenge."
Madam Mingzhu looked at the usually charming and willful Princess with lingering fear. Who would have thought that the other party had such a skill. If this knife hit a person, there would be no other end than turning into charcoal.
Just as she was about to make a move, a white-haired shark-tooth sword next to her was pressed against her throat.
"This sword!"
Madam Mingzhu saw the Shark Tooth Sword, then glanced at the Red Lotus Sword, her eyes widened.