The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

Wen Tao looked at Song Siyao in front of him. This face and this expression were all too familiar to him.

The once arrogant Song Siyan was just as arrogant in front of him.

Song Siyan.

Thankfully, he's dead!

Otherwise, that young genius general would be the nightmare of all those who want to invade the Great Zhou.

But how could Song Siyao look so much like Song Siyan?

He wasn't just talking about the face, but also the aura, martial arts skills, and wisdom emanating from the person.

He and Song Siyan clashed on the battlefield more than once.

Sometimes, the person who understands you best isn't necessarily your friend; they could very well be your enemy.

Know thyself, ever-victorious.

In order to defeat Song Siyan, Wen Tao conducted a special investigation and study of him.

Therefore, he understands him very well.

Back then, when Song Siyan hit him, he looked at him with the same eyes that Song Siyao has now, and even his tone was exactly the same.

But he was certain that Song Siyan was dead; he had used underhanded methods to deal with Song Siyan back then.

However, Song Siyao felt all too familiar to him.

"Miss Song, compared to losing your entire family, this pain is nothing."

Wen Tao endured the excruciating pain, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Even Song Siyan wasn't a match for me back then, let alone you. You only dare to inflict pain on me, what else do you dare to do? Do you dare to take my life?"

"I dare to cripple you!" Song Siyao's tone was sharp. "Taking your life would be so easy, but wouldn't letting you die like this be too easy for you?"

She looked at Wen Tao and said, "The remaining two silver needles, one will cripple your legs and the other will cripple your martial arts. If the dignified Prince Cheng of Yan were to lose his legs and martial arts and become a cripple, wouldn't that be very satisfying? At that time, wouldn't your enemies take revenge on you? Falling from the clouds into the mud, wouldn't you wish you were dead?"

Wen Tao felt that such an ending was too tragic just from hearing about it.

He couldn't help but shudder, and said angrily, "You're just like Song Siyan, a complete madman!"

"If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Using such despicable means to persecute innocent people, how can someone as wicked as you deserve to live peacefully in this world?"

Song Siyao was filled with murderous intent. She raised an eyebrow and changed the subject, "However, you now have a chance to save your own life."

Seeing a glimmer of hope in Wen Tao's eyes, she continued, "Tell me the truth about the Battle of Panxi back then, and I'll guarantee you all your martial arts skills."

Wen Tao's pupils contracted, the hope in his eyes vanished instantly, and his gaze darkened.

He said firmly, "The truth is that your father and brothers were no match for me and became my defeated opponents!"

"Do you think I believe you?" Song Siyao asked coldly.

"Believe it or not, this is the truth." Of course, Wen Tao wouldn't reveal the real truth.

If you betray someone, who will dare to work for you in the future?

Song Siyao's gaze turned cold. "This is your last chance!"

"This is the truth, there is no other truth." Wen Tao vehemently denied it.

"Looks like you don't want your legs anymore." Song Siyao said casually. She reached out and pulled out a silver needle. In that instant, Wen Tao felt like the sky had fallen.

"my leg!"

Wen Tao's eyes were filled with terror. Song Siyao had only removed one silver needle, and his legs had already lost all feeling.

In the blink of an eye, his leg was ruined.

He struggled to stand up, but his legs wouldn't obey him and he couldn't get up.

"Song Siyao! Give me back my legs! Or I'll kill you!" Wen Tao sat on the ground and struck Song Siyao with both palms.

Song Siyao caught the palm strike head-on and then retaliated with her own hand.

Wen Tao was immediately knocked to the ground.

"I've already given you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it."

Song Siyao said in a trembling voice, "Once the last silver needle is removed, the Prince of Yan will be a cripple, and you will have no chance to ascend the throne!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she removed the last silver needle from Wen Tao's body.

In an instant, Wen Tao seemed to fall from a great height and crash heavily to the ground.

He raised his hands to circulate his internal energy, but he found that he had no internal strength left.

He's no different from an ordinary person now.

Do not!

He's not even as good as an ordinary person!

Ordinary people can move freely, but now even walking normally is a luxury for him.

He's a useless person!

He went from being a prince revered by thousands to a worthless cripple.

Such a drastic change was unbearable for him; it was worse than death.

As expected, Song Siyao, like Song Siyan, killed him by destroying his spirit, causing him more pain and despair than if she had killed him a thousand times over.

"Song Siyao, you have wronged me like this. When I return to Yan, I will lead my troops to raze your Great Zhou to the ground!" Wen Tao's eyes were filled with ruthlessness and murderous intent.

Song Siyao gave a cold laugh, "I'm ready anytime! Your Yan Kingdom owes my family a debt, and you owe the lives of countless people of the Great Zhou. It's time to pay it back!"

After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at Wen Tao, got up and went to the eight experts.

"Now, it's your turn!"

Song Siyao's tone was chillingly cold, "So many people in Anzhou have been poisoned and died at your hands. Even if you gave all your lives to pay for it, it wouldn't be enough!"

After she finished speaking, she held her short sword and weaved among the eight masters, stopping in the blink of an eye.

The moment she stopped, eight experts fell to the ground, each with a bloody gash on their neck.

Wen Tao looked at the eight corpses on the ground. Those were eight peerless masters he had spent a fortune training, and they had been dealt with by Song Siyao in a single move.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen someone move with such speed, ruthlessness, and decisiveness.

The scene before him reminded him of the nightmare from years ago.

Back then, that exceptionally talented young general swept across the battlefield with ghostly speed.

Many people lost their lives at his hands before they even realized what was happening.

He became famous overnight, and everyone in the world knew him.

The move that Song Siyao just used was exactly the same as the move that Song Siyan used back then.

He had only ever seen those two use such a tactic.

Two completely different people in the world cannot possibly use the exact same moves.

So, there is only one possibility.

Although Wen Tao dared not believe it and did not want to believe it, the facts were right in front of him, and he had no choice but to believe it.

If his guess is true, then Song Siyao's power will be unmatched in the entire land.

His voice trembled as he tentatively asked, "You're Song Siyan?!"