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

Opposite Ye Wenshu was a girl wearing a green dress.

The girl in the green dress had two skeins of thread on her wrist and held two long embroidery needles in her hands.

As the embroidery needle rotates up and down, the ball of thread becomes a deadly weapon.

The soft silk thread turned into a steel wire, instantly sealing a person's throat wherever it went.

She is Song Siyao's fifth apprentice, Mo Chu, the number one embroiderer in the world.

Besides the two people in mid-air, there were several others fighting on the ground.

The pens in the hands of the seventh disciple, Yuan Li, and the sixth disciple, Luo Qing, transformed into short swords. They were both personally taught by Song Siyao, and their speed was comparable to lightning. In the blink of an eye, the short swords slashed through the throats of their enemies.

With a swift extension and retraction of his carving knife, the eldest apprentice, Wen Yu, ended the enemy's life.

Five of Song Siyao's seven apprentices came, while Feng Bai and Yan Wei remained in the capital.

"Wen Yu, form the formation!"

When Song Siyao saw her apprentices, she knew that this time, they wouldn't die.

"Yes, Master."

Wen Yu shouted to her fellow disciples, "Heavenly Net, activate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the five of them quickly changed formation. Song Siyao flew into the center of the formation. The internal energy she was now releasing would be amplified dozens of times by being released through the formation.

boom!

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, echoed across the sky as a meteorite crashed to the ground.

In an instant, the soldiers of the four countries fell in droves, as if struck by a violent storm.

They were startled by Song Siyao's sudden attack.

At this moment, Ting Han arrived with everyone from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

"Everyone, listen to my command! Slaughter the enemy and protect the Great Zhou!" Ting Han shouted loudly.

"kill!"

As everyone from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion shouted, they surged towards the soldiers of the four kingdoms like a raging flood, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

Wherever the people of Tianji Pavilion go, not a blade of grass grows.

"Soldiers, charge!" Jiang Hexia arrived with her soldiers.

Now, Song Siyao is in the middle of the encirclement, Jiang Hexia and Tinghan are on the outer perimeter, and the five disciples have reinforced the outer encirclement.

The soldiers of the four countries instantly went from having an advantage to being at a disadvantage.

They were surrounded and attacked from both sides.

"Father, I will cover your retreat." Seeing that the situation was not good, Wen Yuan immediately urged the Yan Emperor to leave.

However, the Yan Emperor did not leave; he could not afford to lose face.

He had just made some harsh remarks to Song Siyao, but now he was beaten and forced to flee by Song Siyao's men. If this got out, he would truly become a laughingstock to the world.

"I cannot leave! Kill them! Kill them all without leaving a single one alive!" the Yan Emperor roared.

"Father, let's go," Wen Yuan continued to persuade him.

Emperor Yan was still hesitating, but the next second, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

A sound of horses' hooves approached, and Shen Pei appeared on the battlefield with reinforcements, like divine soldiers descending from the heavens.

If Song Siyao and his team wanted to win this battle, they would have had to put in a tremendous amount of effort.

Now that Shen Pei has appeared, they only need to put in seven-tenths of their effort.

Emperor Yan also saw Shen Pei, and his heart instantly turned cold.

"Father, let's go!" Wen Yuan said.

At this point, the Yan Emperor no longer cared about saving face, and he shouted, "Retreat!"

He hadn't run far when Song Siyao stopped him.

"Is Your Majesty in such a hurry to leave? Look at your allies, they are still fighting a bloody battle. You're just going to use them and then abandon them?" Song Siyao said sarcastically.

The Emperor Yan's lips twitched. Song Siyao's words were like knives, stabbing his heart and tearing away his dignity.

"Song Siyao, today's battle ends here. We'll fight again next time."

"This princess has no time to train you. Today's battle is a fight to the death, a decisive battle!"

Song Siyao looked at her five disciples beside her, "Disciples, capture the Yan Emperor alive!"

"Yes, Master."

The five apprentices flew into the air.

Ye Wenshu used her zither music to kill everyone around the Yan Emperor.

The ball of thread in Mo Chu's hand flew to Emperor Yan and bound him tightly.

Yuan Li, Luo Qing, and Wen Yu provided support on the ground.

Mo Chu increased the force in her hand, dragging the Yan Emperor off his horse and throwing him in front of Song Siyao.

"Kneel down!" Mo Chu kicked the Yan Emperor in the leg, and the Yan Emperor knelt down in front of Song Siyao with a thud.

"Princess Youfeng!" Wen Yuan shouted from the side. He wanted to tell Song Siyao to spare his father's life.

Before he could utter another word, Wen Yu cut him off, "Shut up! If you utter another word, I'll slit your throat!"

Wen Yu is the world's number one sculptor. His sculpting skills are unparalleled, and killing is a piece of cake for him.

Having already witnessed the power of these five people, Wen Yuan dared not act rashly.

Song Siyao's gaze fell on Wen Yuan, then shifted to the Yan Emperor. She immediately ordered, "Mo Chu, tie them up and hang them high up so everyone can see!"

"Yes, Master." Mo Chu moved extremely quickly, and finished tying the two of them up in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Song Siyao stood beside the father and son, using her internal energy to project her voice.

"Listen up, people of the four kingdoms! The Emperor of Yan and the King of Chu have been captured. If you lay down your weapons and surrender now, I may spare your lives. If you continue to resist, you will only face death!"

Everyone turned to look at Song Siyao, and sure enough, they saw Emperor Yan and Wen Yuan.

The Yan Emperor was the leader of this war. He was captured, and everyone instantly lost their leader and panicked.

Moreover, given the current situation, if the fighting continues, they will suffer even greater casualties.

The states of Chen and Shu had no deep-seated hatred for the Zhou Dynasty; they were simply lured there by the allure of profit and the Yan Emperor.

Seeing that they couldn't gain any advantage and had even lost their own troops, after some deliberation, they immediately laid down their weapons and shouted, "We surrender!"

As the voices of King Ming and King An faded, Song Siyao said, "Alright, soldiers, from this moment on, as long as the Chen and Shu kingdoms do not take the initiative to attack again, we are not allowed to harm any of them!"

"Yes, Princess," all the soldiers of the Great Zhou answered, their voices resounding through the sky.

Hearing the passionate voices of the Great Zhou soldiers, Prince Yong's heart trembled.

To drop out is shameful!

Refuse to surrender, or you will die!

While Prince Yong hesitated, Song Siyao's voice rang out again, "Prince Yong, your Wu Kingdom was no match for us more than ten years ago, and it remains so today. If you want to fight, what awaits you is the annihilation of your entire army. If you make a truce now, you can still take the survivors back. They are fathers and sons. You may not care about their lives, but they are the pillars of their families."

Song Siyao didn't not want to kill them; she just didn't want the soldiers of Great Zhou to suffer further losses.

Killing a thousand enemies will also result in losing eight hundred of your own.

After weighing the pros and cons, King Yong's face hardened with determination and pain, and he made his decision: "The Kingdom of Wu surrenders!"