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Song Xiang's eyes were slightly cold, and he took out a longbow again, and shot with both bows. The moment he drew out the arrows and aimed, the two arrows were shot at the same time, one in front and one behind, and the two arrows were connected head to tail, piercing Zhou Yan's arrow shaft and nailing into the center of the bull's eye.

"How is this possible!" The surrounding soldiers were stunned.

The captains opened their eyes wide and stared at the target!

"Throughout the Great Chu Dynasty, no one has ever been able to penetrate an arrow shaft with two arrows..."

Song Xiang curled her lips: If the three bows were not difficult to hold, she could have practiced them even more successfully!

Seeing this, Xiao Zhen couldn't help but admire and praise: "Third Prince can shoot through the arrows from a hundred paces away. He sees the smallest as big, the smallest as a drop. Every drop and every release is like thunder! It is truly amazing!"

"General Xiao, thank you for your praise!"

Song Xiang wiped the sweat from her forehead and tried her best to steady her breathing. Her body was a little exhausted from the continuous battles.

Before I knew it, it was noon.

The seventh captain's scimitar flew past Song Xiang's ear. She cut off the hilt with a sword, but suddenly saw the other party throw out a hidden dagger.

At the critical moment, she spun around and dodged, her soft sword wrapped around the opponent's wrist like a silver snake, and with a slight pull, the dagger fell into her palm.

"How despicable of you to do this!"

The man snorted coldly and retorted, "Now that we've fought, it's like a battlefield. No matter how despicable the means are, you can use them against the enemy. Don't you know that, Your Highness?"

Song Xiang sneered and threw the dagger over: "Go on! Next one!"

One after another, Song Xiang had no time to rest.

By the time Song Xiang finished competing with the eleventh captain, he was soaked and out of breath.

"Who else?" She panted and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Her hands and legs, where the protective gear had not covered them, were covered with scars.

As the night deepened, a bonfire was lit on the training ground.

The firelight made her eyes sparkle, and they looked even sharper than when she first arrived.

The last captain, eager to redeem himself for his comrade, stepped out of the ranks impatiently and said, "Third Prince, I, Han Yute, have come forward to seek your advice!"

"Okay!" Song Xiang covered his chest, which was about to explode, with a cold glint in his eyes, "Make your move!"

Han Yu finally couldn't hold back any longer and took off the long sword from his waist: "Your Highness, do you dare to compete with me in a long sword fight in the water?"

"Why not?" Song Xiang tried to breathe steadily, paused, and then said, "Tell me, how do you want to compete?"

Han Yu's eyes lit up under the illumination of the torches nearby. "Your Highness, there's a cold pond to the east of the training ground. I'd like to duel with Your Highness there!"

"Your Highness is a precious and noble lady. If your body can't handle it, then... forget it, okay?"

Provoking someone, deliberately provoking?

"Humph!" Song Xiang sneered, "It's just a round-robin battle. Don't worry, you won't die!"

"Then could you please condescend to the cold pond over there, Your Highness?"

The morale of the soldiers was low at this time. A few soldiers holding torches led the way, and the others followed behind them like a swarm of bees.

After arriving at the place, Han Yu suddenly jumped in, and his long sword drew a strange arc in the water.

Song Xiang took a deep breath and leaped into the freezing cold. Her vision was blurred underwater, so she instinctively dodged the blade, blocking it with her soft sword. She tripped the opponent with her right leg, and with her free hand, she tried to wrap her arm around him, using the force to pull her closer.

Han Yu was shocked and was about to struggle and swing the knife, but she saw Song Xiang suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword, put his hands on her shoulders, and turned behind her with the help of the water flow, and pressed a dagger against her back as if it were a life-threatening situation.

A devilish voice whispered in his ear: "Captain Han, you lose!"

Han Yu said embarrassedly: "Thank you, Your Highness, for showing mercy!"

When he got ashore, Song Xiang's lips had turned purple from the cold.

She used up her last bit of strength to get closer to Yun Que, then her body went limp and she fainted completely.

That night, a cold wind blew past the tent, bringing icy rain. No general dared to say a word about Song Xiang.

Only the sound of drums could be heard in the distance, mixed with the rustling sound of soldiers wiping their swords, interweaving into a restless sound in the cold night.

When Song Xiang woke up, it was already evening the next day.

"Water...water..."

My throat was so dry that it felt like it was smoking, and my whole body felt dehydrated and limp.

Yunque was waiting on the side. When he heard Song Xiang's voice, he hurriedly brought a glass of water over.

She gently lifted Song Xiang's head and fed him a few sips of water. Only then did Song Xiang half open his eyes sleepily.

"Where am I?"

"Your Highness, you're still at the Left Seventh Battalion!" Yun Que placed the cup of water on a low table to the side and asked in confusion, "Your Highness was incredibly brave yesterday, even defeating General Xiao's twelve captains. That's unlike your usual style. Is there some secret technique you use?"

Song Xiang licked his lips, then reached out and rubbed his eyes and said, "You think it's weird too, right?"

"Yesterday I felt like there was a mysterious force supporting me. It got stronger when it faced a stronger opponent... I also seemed to smell a faint fragrance... I guess... it was the poison I was infected with earlier that was taking effect..."

"That's possible!" Yun Que immediately agreed, "That explains it!"

"The older of the twelve captains have all been on the battlefield. With what Your Highness has learned so far, there's almost no chance of winning, yet Your Highness won!"

Song Xiang felt a little guilty. She had already felt that her skills were limited during her daily martial arts practice. After coming to the Zuo Qiying, she was very nervous, afraid of making a fool of herself.

However, after fighting with Si Henrou, she felt that her internal strength suddenly increased greatly, and it was no longer the same as before, so her confidence increased greatly, and she was confident, but she did not say it out loud.

The first person she thought of was the young man who helped her.

The young man's Tongxin Gu was indeed powerful. It actually played such a great role, making her an unattainable existence for everyone else.

Not only did she intimidate the Xiao family army of the Left Seventh Battalion, but she also attracted the attention of the traitors of the court as she wished. Now, she has emerged and is very powerful. If she reveals a few more words that show she is unwilling to be inferior to others, those rebels will definitely think that she has ambitions for the throne and will deal with her soon.

In this way, the second sister could secretly manipulate the layout and plan everything. Things like forming cliques for personal gain and controlling military power would be done by her younger sister! She was willing to be the second sister's chess piece, helping her to eliminate the rebels and ascend to a high position.

On the other side, in the tent.

Xiao Zhen put down the military book in his hand, his face as red as a date remained calm.

When she stood up, a piece of black iron with eagle-shaped patterns slipped from her wide sleeves and fell on the blue bricks with a clear sound.

Xiao Zhen narrowed his eyes…That was the Eagle Talisman bestowed personally by the previous Emperor Qing. Only the Eagle Guard Commander of the previous Emperor Qing was qualified to hold it.

"Cousin..." Xiao Jingyue nervously looked around, carefully picked up the Eagle Talisman, rubbed it, and handed it to Xiao Zhen. "Cousin, our Xiao family has been dormant for so long just to fight against Chu and restore Qing. Now that Great Chu is ruled by Empress Wei Wuzi, and there are dealers challenging us, we don't have much time left..."

Xiao Zhen took the eagle talisman and tightened his hand suddenly, his knuckles turning white, and the cold metal edge almost dug into his flesh.

She looked at the waning moon in the sky, her voice filled with an indelible chill: "Wei Wuzi..."