Abandoned Wife? Her Starlight Shall Blind You!-Chapter 148 - 90: Chunyu Che Comes to Meet His Doom
In the military camp, the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed it could drip with intensity.
He, Chunyu Che, used the word "execute" to describe the Monarch of Beichang Country, who was none other than his father.
This demonstrated how deep and intense his hatred was, wishing he could personally put him to death.
"Do you truly wish to die for your people? I heard you don’t have to come, you could inherit your throne." Jun Moling spoke coldly.
Chunyu Che replied in a low voice: "Wrong is wrong, there’s no running away from it. Someone has to step up, right? Young Prince knows Prince Zhan never goes back on his word. After killing Young Prince, please spare the people of Beichang."
"Didn’t I already spare the people of Peng City? Would you have escaped otherwise? This matter is not up to me, wait until you see someone else," Jun Moling’s voice was devoid of any warmth.
Chunyu Che knew exactly who Jun Moling was referring to, and as his mind raced with thoughts, he heard someone report: "Marshal, Military Doctor Shen is outside requesting an audience."
"Let her in," Jun Moling replied.
Shen Ruoxi stepped into the tent and immediately noticed the group of Beichang envoys kneeling on the ground.
Among them, the most conspicuous was the young man at the forefront, appearing eighteen or nineteen years old, with an extraordinary handsome appearance.
Even while kneeling, he emanated a remarkable aura that looked down upon the world.
"Greetings, Marshal, greetings, strategist," Shen Ruoxi saluted.
Jun Moling looked at her, noticing her simple attire and her black hair tied casually with a hairband. Her face bore deep dark circles, her exhaustion evident, bringing a pang of heartache.
"Military Doctor Shen, there’s no need for courtesy. Today is the day Beichang Country sends the surrender letter of terms. Your Shen Family Army sacrificed for your country, all because Beichang instigated the war. The envoys here today, if you want to kill them, just kill. Any consequences, I will bear them," Jun Moling’s words were resolute.
Upon hearing this, the envoys from Beichang Country, except for Chunyu Che who remained calm, all turned ashen-faced.
Where is the logic in being allowed to kill after surrendering? Yet, at this moment, their fate was entirely in someone else’s hands, without any room for resistance.
Chunyu Che’s gaze was steadfast, as if he was already prepared to face death.
Shen Ruoxi’s lips were pressed tightly into a straight line, as if sealing all the grief and fury in that firm line.
Her voice resembled the piercing northern wind in winter, filled with endless coldness and determination: "Chunyu Che, you are the murderer of my father and brother! Now that the war is over, leaving aside national hatred, only family hatred remains. I’m here for revenge, do you have anything to say?"
As soon as she spoke, an elder beside Chunyu Che immediately stepped forward, his expression solemn, and said: "Military Doctor Shen, I am the current Prime Minister of Beichang Country.
The Prince has strongly opposed this war from the start, but the old Monarch was foolish and tyrannical, beyond our persuasion.
The Prince’s mother was imprisoned by the previous King, and only by conquering Dayi Country did his mother have a glimmer of hope, so he had no choice.
Moreover, the Prince had left a way out for your Shen Family Army, but Old Marquis Shen’s fierce character led to your Shen Family Army’s annihilation."
Shen Ruoxi’s face instantly turned paper-white, her eyes angry and wide, "If it wasn’t for you instigating the war, how would my Shen Family Army have ended up annihilated? Your mother’s life is valuable, but are not the lives of my Dayi citizens?"
"But..." The old Prime Minister wanted to say more, but was decisively interrupted by Chunyu Che, "Indeed, the Shen Family Army was annihilated at my hands. Military Doctor Shen can do whatever she wants, the Prime Minister can say no more."
The old Prime Minister was heartbroken, his voice filled with grief, "Prince, why must you do this?"
This was clearly placing his own life in danger, coming to offer himself up for slaughter!
"Military Doctor Shen, do whatever you want, but Prince Zhan must promise to spare the innocent people of Beichang." Chunyu Che slowly closed his eyes, wearing a calm expression ready for slaughter.
"Do you think I will kill you so easily?" Shen Ruoxi shouted angrily.
"Ah?" Chunyu Che opened his eyes, full of confusion and doubt.
Shen Ruoxi looked at him, her gaze piercing, coldly said, "Chunyu Che, let’s step out of the camp; the grudge between us should be resolved by ourselves.
For avenging my father and brother, if my skills are inferior and I die at your hands, then it’s my fate;
If you die at my hands, then that’s the deserved result of my revenge, it has nothing to do with anyone else."
Jun Moling’s expression changed drastically upon hearing this.
Shen Ruoxi actually wanted to resolve her blood feud with Chunyu Che by private vendetta, not allowing anyone to intervene.
But this Chunyu Che is too mysterious, his father was able to use his mother to coerce him onto the battlefield, showing he is no ordinary person.
The hidden intricacies and complexities can’t be fully explained in a few words.
"Military Doctor Shen, it is not advisable," Jun Moling vehemently exclaimed, his voice full of authority and urgency.
Shen Ruoxi slowly raised her gaze, her eyes cold like icy stars, directly staring at Jun Moling, "Marshal, this is a personal vendetta between me and Chunyu Che, why can’t it be?
This matter will be resolved sooner or later, please, Marshal, grant it." Her posture was upright, her words firm, filled with an unyielding determination.
Jun Moling exuded an imposing pressure, as if even the surrounding air was solidifying.
"This matter is not negotiable. The war is over, we won. Winning victory should not involve putting you at risk, otherwise why am I as a Marshal even here?" His gaze locked on Shen Ruoxi, his expression extremely serious.
"Military Doctor Shen, I give you two choices, first is to directly kill Chunyu Che, I will bear any issue, second is to let him return to his country, the ceremony ends." Jun Moling’s words were solid, domineering, and uncompromising.
Before Shen Ruoxi could respond, Chunyu Che already said, "Prince Zhan, Young Prince agrees to a fair duel with Military Doctor Shen, Young Prince for Beichang Country cannot allow her to be harmed."
His gaze was sincere and firm, provoking Shen Ruoxi’s sudden fury.
"Who needs your allowance, if I, Shen Ruoxi, cannot defeat you, it’s because my skills aren’t good enough! We must duel with true abilities." Shen Ruoxi’s eyes were glaring, her lovely face flushed with anger.
"Then let’s try it," Chunyu Che appeared calm, his tone equally determined.
"Prince." Several old officials from Beichang Country looked worried.
Because during the journey, they had learned that their Prince intended to give his life to this Miss Shen.
The war is cruel and ruthless, each fighting for their own master, life and death victories often unpredictable.
The Shen Family Army bled for Liuzhou City, their tragic spirit not only pained the soldiers of Dayi Country but also garnered respect from the soldiers of Beichang Country.
The Prince had also contemplated deeply about this, increasingly appreciating the preciousness of peace.
He made many efforts for peace between the two countries, yet ultimately had to pay for the mistakes of the foolish former Monarch.
"Prince Zhan, can I? Allow Young Prince and Military Doctor Shen to duel." Chunyu Che turned his gaze to Jun Moling, carrying an expression of inquiry and earnestness.
Jun Moling’s lips slightly curved, yet the smile did not reach his eyes, "I may indeed be unable to stop Ruoxi from fairly competing with you, but if anything happens to her, I will certainly lead troops to flatten your Beichang Country.
At that time, I won’t guarantee there will be any living souls left in your Beichang Country." As he spoke, a chilling murderous intent permeated, sending shivers down the spine.
