Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Feng Yu felt very heavy-hearted. "If the fire is set ablaze, there might not even be a handful of ashes left, let alone redress for the injustice done."

"Righteousness? Ha!" Jiang Lige raised his lips in a sarcastic arc, his eyes cold enough to freeze into ice. "If we die here like this, whether there's ashes or not, they can wash themselves clean."

"If I die, I can go see my mother, that's good too."

After Jiang Lige finished speaking, he heard Feng Yu let out a long sigh, and then turned his head to look at Jiang Lige, confused.

Jiang Lige was lying on the stone bed with her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her hands folded, her inky black hair pinned with a gold-sprinkled glaze Ruyi hairpin, her eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as a painting. Although she was clearly close at hand, she made people feel so ethereal and distant for no reason.

Looking at the calm and composed manner in his words and deeds, how could he look like a man who is about to face death?

"Aren't you afraid?" he asked.

"When the enemy comes, we will fight with our generals; when the water comes, we will block it with earth. Instead of thinking so much about unnecessary things, it is better to conserve your energy and wait for the opportunity to act."

Feng Yu thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you have a way to escape?"

"Not yet."

Feng Yu was somewhat disappointed, and sighed before adding, "Princess, you shouldn't have come to save me. My life is worthless, and the princess is a princess of wealth and status. It's not worth it."

Hearing this, Jiang Lige's calm mood finally fluctuated a little. She chuckled, and her tone seemed serious but also a little sarcastic.

"Why should we distinguish between the noble and the humble in human life? After death, we are all just a handful of dirt. Who can be higher than who?"

Feng Yu didn't respond, just sighed.

This time, it was Jiang Lige who took the initiative to speak, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Yu answered honestly: "It's soft and weak. It's hard to even turn my head."

"Yeah." Jiang Lige replied calmly, and reminded: "Don't talk, someone is coming."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yu quickly shut his mouth. Sure enough, there was soon a chaotic sound of footsteps outside, occasionally mixed with the cries of women.

"Village chief, it's not a good idea to keep Aunt Liu making such a fuss. How about I go this way?" From the voice, it was a young man.

"That's fine." The old voice sighed, "I'll go and talk to Aunt Liu. Her daughter Axia's incident has ruined the village's morale, so she has to be burned."

"Thank you for your hard work, village chief."

The young man politely saw the village chief off, and sent the others away on the pretext of bad luck. He pushed the door open and walked in, glancing at the two people lying inside, his gaze finally stopping on Jiang Lige.

"That girl from the city is so pretty. It's a pity that she offended a big shot. Otherwise, I would have tied her up and made her my concubine. It would have been so cool."

Jiang Lige pretended to be unconscious and secretly glanced at the man. He was about twenty years old and had a noticeable scar on the right side of his cheek. He was quite consistent with the bandit Xiao Xingrong described last time.

The man with the scar didn't know that Jiang Lige was looking at him, and he quickly pulled Feng Yu off the bed. Feng Yu couldn't help but open his eyes, but was quickly blocked by the man when he was about to speak.

The scarred man sneered, "You woke up at the wrong time. You'd suffer less if you slept through it."

Feng Yu, who was drugged, had no power to fight back and could only watch as the scarred man wrapped him in a straw mat and tied him up, with the spaces above his head and under his feet stuffed with combustible hay.

Born on a straw mat and died on a straw mat, Feng Yu thought pessimistically that he had not made any progress in his life.

After dealing with Feng Yu, the scarred man's next target was Jiang Lige. The same straw mat, a rope, and a fire...

He took the lives of others without any hesitation.

Jiang Lige lay there, as if he could already feel the scorching flames. The intense pain rolled over every inch of his skin, leaving behind an uneven red mark.

If she were to live her life again, she wouldn't want to die in such a miserable way.

While her thoughts were in disarray, the footsteps slowly stopped in front of her. The scarred man grinned grimly and finally reached out his hand to her.

……

At this time, on the other side of the capital.

On a small path outside the capital, steeds galloped past, stirring up a thunderous roar like a dragon's roar. Look at the leader of the team—isn't that Ning Yunxiao, the prince of Prince Zhao?

Dust rolled in, and Gu Fan, who was one step behind, had his mouth full of dust. He turned his head and saw that Ning Yunxiao's usually indifferent face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and he shivered with cold.

It had been several hours since he had followed the clues all the way from the inn to this place. Gu Fan saw Ning Yunxiao's face getting darker and darker, and he couldn't help but light a stick of incense for the bandits who would be coming later.

The horse galloped all the way and soon arrived at the cabin where Jiang Lige was imprisoned. A village woman at the door carefully took out a large bag of copper coins.

"Brother Biao, thank you for your hard work."

The man known as "Brother Biao" took it and counted it. After confirming the number, he said, "Tell your Ah Xia to stay away. You won't be so lucky next time..."

Before the scarred man could finish his sentence, he was kicked to the ground by a man who appeared out of nowhere.

The man didn't give the scarred man a chance to curse. He kicked him again, directly in the stomach, and then stepped on his face with his tone as cold as ice.

"What about people?"

The sole of the shoe rolled over his face, and the multiple wounds were so painful that Brother Biao had no power to fight back. After years of being in the underworld, he knew that the man in front of him was a tough guy, so he immediately gave in.

"Please spare my life, sir! Who are you looking for? Within the surrounding area, I guarantee you'll find them if you give me the word!"

"Don't you know who you arrested today?" Ning Yunxiao pursed his lips, a deep and reserved light flowing in his eyes. "If you can't speak, then there's no need to speak."

With the sword drawn, the scarred man dared not play tricks anymore and immediately begged for mercy.

"I'll tell you everything! The woman they kidnapped today has been taken to the place of sacrifice to the heavens, and will be burned on the spot soon! Hurry up, young man! If you go too late, there's no hope for her!"

As soon as the scarred man finished speaking, a wisp of smoke began to rise from the dense forest in the distance. The thick smoke rose into the sky, and the smell of burnt flesh hit his face.

Ning Yunxiao didn't care about anything else when he saw this, and disappeared from everyone's sight in a flash, leaving behind only a dark figure and an extremely cold sentence: "Deal with him on the spot."

Ning Yunxiao took off into the air with all his strength, not daring to stop. He used his lightness skills to draw an arc in the air and headed straight for the dense forest.

At the edge of the dense forest was a stream. The villagers stood neatly around the fire altar, pointing and cursing at the two people who were engulfed by the flames, and the curses were endless.

Kerosene was poured on the straw mat and it burned very quickly. The two people were wrapped in thick smoke and their original faces were almost unrecognizable, but their skin exposed to the air had been burned to pieces.

"do you died?"

"He's dead, but pitiful."

"Bah, she deserves it! She's not a good wife and has committed adultery with others, bringing shame to our village. She deserves it!"