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Chapter 998 The Veteran's Coercion!

"Jinyu, how did you see through Meng Zhang's scheme?"

Si Luoying bent down to examine it closely, and the battle scenario depicted on the sand table shocked her deeply.

"Because he and I are the same kind of people."

Su Ye suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist. The pearl on the tassel of Chun Jun sword struck the ornament on Si Luo Ying sword, producing a clear and melodious sound.

"Luo Ying, I want you to lead the Xuanhuang Army to test Meng Zhang tomorrow, but you only need to feign defeat."

The sound of the Xuanwu Guards' orderly footsteps came from outside the tent, and Su Ye lowered his voice.

"You're going to use the Xuanhuang Army as bait?"

Si Luoying was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes widening.

"No!"

"I want you to lose just right, so that Meng Zhang thinks I'm at my wit's end. Only then will he reveal his fatal flaw."

Su Ye's fingertips traced the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

That night, Su Ye sat alone in his tent, when the compass at his waist suddenly pointed east.

"Your Highness, our scouts report that Meng Zhang's army has set up camp thirty miles away, and the commander's tent is brightly lit."

Jingni's graceful figure quietly emerged from the tent.

"Let him wait a little longer..."

"When I put on a show with Luo Ying, when those veterans like Tan Mengjun really believe they can defect based on Luo Ying's identity..."

"Then, I can rightfully suppress them and bring these hundreds of thousands of troops completely under my control!"

Su Ye remained expressionless, but the words he uttered were enough to ignite the fury of the generals in the Qian Army.

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At this moment, the candlelight flickered inside the central command tent, and the incense in the bronze censer emitted a pale blue smoke. Si Luoying, whose black cloak was damp with night dew, was wiping the pearl on the tassel of his sword with a silk handkerchief when he suddenly heard the sound of armor clashing outside the tent.

"Third Princess! We, your humble servants, request an audience!"

Tan Mengjun's hoarse voice carried the desolation of the northern winds. The wolf head patterns on the armor of the twelve red-armored veterans gleamed in the firelight. The cracks on the black iron breastplates were like spider webs, all of which were humerus bones that had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood with Gu Changqing.

Behind them, the remnants of the Wuxiong Guard, blocked by many Xuanhuang Guards, held torches, illuminating the entire camp as bright as day.

"They came quickly."

Si Luoying stroked the jade dragon-patterned buckle on the sword tassel, a bitter smile curving her lips.

"Have General Tan and the others wait outside the tent. I will change my clothes and come immediately."

She adjusted the Xuanhuang Heart-Protecting Mirror, the seven pearls on its surface perfectly corresponding to the Big Dipper.

After the golden-armored female guards withdrew, she suddenly swept the sheepskin map off the table, and the candlelight instantly engulfed the terrain of Gourd Valley.

"Is Your Highness about to erupt?"

Jingni emerged from the shadows, the scales on her fishing net suit reflecting a cold light.

"An attack? No, I want them to see Princess Luo Ying's tears."

"Sister Jingni, could you please fetch some 'Mermaid Tears' from the western tent?"

Si Luoying dipped her brush in cinnabar and painted half a withered lotus on a plain silk.

In the time it takes for three incense sticks to burn, Si Luoying had changed into plain silver armor, her long hair was casually tied up with white silk, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows was covered very lightly with rouge.

When she lifted the tent flap, the night wind blew in the smell of scorched earth, and the armor of Tan Mengjun and several other veteran generals gleamed with rust under the moonlight.

"Your Highness Luo Ying, this brat Su Ye has falsely issued military orders and imprisoned this old minister. This is an act of treason!"

"Back then, the late Emperor bestowed this 'Sword of Peace' upon this old minister, intending for me to witness the end of war within the Great Qian territory. Now, this brat Su Ye dares to lead an army of 200,000 to cower like a tortoise. This old minister..."

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At this moment, Tan Mengjun outside was kneeling on one knee. The blood-stained breastplate reflected the cinnabar marks on the sand table inside the tent. He held up half of the black iron sword with both hands. The varying depths of the notches on the blade recorded his past battles in the north and south over the past thirty years.

"General Tan, please wait."

Si Luoying stepped forward, the jade dragon-patterned buckle at her waist echoing Su Ye's compass, emitting a clear and melodious dragon's roar.

"I heard that when Jin Yu withdrew his troops, many soldiers saw flags rising from Meng Zhang's army formation. Those were clearly the Yellow Turban Warriors' Yellow Heaven Formation. If the battle continues, can the silver armor of the Martial Guard withstand the Yellow Heaven Axe of the Giant Spirit God?"

She walked around the sand table, her black deerskin boots crushing the congealed bloodstains inside the tent.

"But...but Su Ye actually wants Your Highness to lead the Xuanhuang Army as bait, this is clearly an attempt to use Your Highness as a pawn..."

Tan Mengjun's Adam's apple bobbed as he recalled the horrific scene of Li Jingyuan being torn into a bloody mist at dusk, with white steam seeping from the gaps in his mottled red armor.

"General Tan, Jinyu knows what she's doing."

Si Luoying's fingertips traced the edge of the map, the candlelight casting a flickering shadow on the cinnabar mole between her brows.

She gazed at the map on the table, ripped apart by the sword's edge. The Grand Tutor's handwriting was still there, but the vermilion annotations had turned crimson.

"Sense of propriety? He used the Martial Guards as cannon fodder and sent the Red Armor Army to their deaths as a rearguard!"

The veteran general Xiao Hanjiang slammed his fist on the table, causing a broken arrow to fall from his armor.

"Third Princess, take a look at this!"

"If it weren't for my incredible luck, I would already be a lonely soul in Calabash Valley!"

He tore open his clothes, revealing a bloodstained fragment of bronze embedded in his chest.

Si Luoying's pupils contracted slightly. The fragment was the axe blade of the Yellow Turban warrior. She looked at Tan Mengjun, the old general, whose breastplate had three broken arrows stuck in it, the fletchings still bearing scorch marks.

"That brat Su Ye is clearly trying to use our lives to pave the way for his Dao soldiers!"

Tan Mengjun slammed the broken piece of the black iron sword heavily onto the table, causing a few drops of brown ginseng soup to splash from the teacup.

This veteran general, who had fought his way out of the northern frontier, was covered in the blood and gore of the battlefield. Several bronze arrowheads from the Yellow Turban warriors were embedded in the gaps of his armor, gleaming coldly in the firelight as he moved.

Si Luoying's fingertips traced the sheepskin map on the table. It was drawn by Su Ye himself, and the terrain of Gourd Valley, outlined in cinnabar, emitted a faint pine scent from the candlelight.

"General Tan, don't be hasty. Look at the terrain of this gourd-shaped pass. If Meng Zhang's Yellow Turban warriors are lying in ambush here, and Su Ye leads his troops to retreat thirty miles, it seems like..."

She suddenly chuckled softly, her laughter carrying a hint of amusement.

"It's like letting a wolf into the house!"

"Third Princess, Su Ye is clearly using your Xuanhuang Army as scapegoats! His White Horse Cavalry hasn't suffered any losses yet, why not send these elite Daoist soldiers to test them out?"

Zhao Polu, son of Zhao Tieshan, a remnant general of the Right Guard of Wuxiong, spoke up. The newly promoted Tiger General still had blood scabs on his armor.

The atmosphere inside the tent suddenly became tense. The silver halberds of the golden-armored female guards moved forward half an inch in unison, and the mechanical gears on the Xuanhuang arm guards emitted a fine hum.

Si Luoying, however, slowly picked up a green plum from the table. As she gently bit it, the sour juice spread between her lips and teeth, just like her mood at that moment.

"General Zhao is mistaken."

"If Su Ye really wanted my Xuanhuang Army to die, why did he have me lead the Mo Family's Crimson Phoenix? The three mechanical birds are loaded with sulfur bombs; even Meng Zhang's Azure Dragon Formation would find it difficult to withstand them."

She held a plum pit between her lips and glanced at the generals.

Tan Mengjun's old eyes suddenly widened, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Does the Third Princess really believe that brat's nonsense? Back when the late Emperor was alive, when did Grand Tutor Gu, commanding the three armies, ever allow any member of the royal family to put themselves in danger? Now, Su Ye is nothing more than..."

He stopped abruptly, ultimately not daring to utter the words "a child with no brains".