Best friends dressed up in ancient times to become mistresses? You run, I run too!

With a slightly flushed face, she shyly put her hands behind her back, lowered her head, and approached Jiang Yanche. Her voice was soft and charming, barely audible.

"Your Highness, do you think Jiaojiao looks good in this outfit?"

The autumn air is crisp and clear, and the sun shines brightly.

The morning sunlight was neither too warm nor too cold, filtering through the window and dappling Li Jiaojiao's shoulders, adding a touch of youthful vigor to her whole being.

She was already at the prime of her life, and with her splendid clothes and jeweled hairpins, she certainly had a certain charm.

Unfortunately, compared to a beauty like Shen Ningzhu, she was at best a plain-looking girl, and there was no comparison.

In Jiang Yanche's eyes, who was used to seeing stunning beauties, she held even less weight.

So he simply raised his eyelids and glanced at the other person before looking away.

"Yes, take him with you and come with me."

Li Jiaojiao's face stiffened, and she couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes. She hadn't expected that even though she had dressed up so elaborately, the other person would only glance at her.

This inevitably damaged her self-esteem.

If she knew that Jiang Yanche's glance at her was to determine how much she resembled Shen Ningzhu when she covered her face, she would probably be furious.

Perhaps she was too surprised to understand the meaning of Jiang Yanche's words.

She only realized what was happening when someone came up and covered her mouth. Before she could resist, her hands were tied, her mouth was gagged, and a black cloth was put over her head.

At this moment, Yuan Yi, who had been following Jiang Yanche, stepped forward, picked up the struggling Li Jiaojiao, and strode out of the house behind Jiang Yanche.

The autumn wind howled, and white clothes fluttered in the wind.

Jiang Yanche's handsome face stood out among the soldiers in silver armor and iron clothes, like snow on the eaves.

Everyone stood solemnly atop the city wall, facing off against the person below.

The man was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, with a silver armor over it.

He gripped the hilt of his sword with one hand, his back ramrod straight, like a pine or bamboo. Just standing there, he resembled an unsheathed sword, exuding a chilling aura that was impossible to ignore.

At this moment, he tilted his head slightly and stared coldly at the woman hanging on the city wall.

His gaze was devoid of sorrow or joy.

Her waist was much thicker, her legs shorter, and her chest smaller. With a black cloth covering her head, one could vaguely see that her head was large and her neck short and thick, a far cry from Shen Ningzhu's swan-like neck.

How dare they pass off this kind of trash as his Xiaobao?

Who is Jiang Yanche insulting?

Jiang Yanche knew that Jiang Xuanyan was a very meticulous person, so he dared not delay, for fear that if too much time passed, Jiang Xuanyan would notice something amiss.

They just wanted a quick victory, hoping that the other party would be too preoccupied with their concerns to notice certain details.

So, he raised his voice and shouted.

"Jiang Xuan Yan, do you want to save your woman? If you do, then come forward obediently and do as I say, otherwise..."

Jiang Yanche deliberately paused at this point.

Just then, Yuan Yi's knife was placed near the rope binding the woman.

Behind the ordinary soldiers standing on the city wall, a densely packed elite force huddled together, each with their bows drawn and arrows nocked, waiting only for the order to unleash a volley of arrows.

Now, all we need to do is lure Jiang Xuan Yan into the firing range.

At that time, even if he were a war god, he would not be able to withstand the rain of arrows and the volley of thousands of arrows.

Unfortunately, Jiang Xuan Yan simply stood still, as if rooted to the spot, showing no intention of moving.

Instead, he looked at Jiang Yanche with a half-smile.

Jiang Yanche frowned, a sense of foreboding washing over him. He couldn't help but say...

"Jiang Xuan Yan, do you really not care about your beloved Zhu Zhu? Aren't you afraid she'll be smashed to pieces?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Yi twisted his wrist, and a flash of cold light appeared. The hemp rope, as thick as a baby's arm, had already developed a small break.

The bound woman seemed terrified, making desperate "uh-uh" sounds as her body swayed in mid-air.

Jiang Yanche laughed loudly,

“I remember Zhuzhu was very delicate, afraid of pain, and timid like a kitten. Look at her now, she seems very afraid of death and desperately wants to live.”

"Jiang Xuan Yan, you claim to love her and will spend your whole life keeping her by your side, so how come you're willing to let her die now?"

Jiang Xuan Yan smiled faintly.

"Ha, Jiang Yanche, I never expected that such naive and funny words would come out of your mouth."

"The most ruthless are those in the imperial family. As a fellow member of the royal family, you must know this truth, right?"

"As the emperor, the entire world belongs to me. Do you really think I would care about a mere woman?"

Jiang Yanche clenched his fists tightly, momentarily speechless.

Take him for example. Didn't he also have some feelings for Shen Ningzhu, and even once had the idea of ​​taking her into his arms and making her his woman?

But when all of this is faced with power and status, he chooses the right without hesitation.

He had assumed that Jiang Xuan Yan treated Shen Ning Zhu differently, but he never expected...

Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Xuan Yan had been colder and more ruthless than him since childhood, as if no one in this world could move him.

It took Jiang Qingyi more than a decade to earn a little bit of special treatment from him, but that was all.

This is why Jiang Qingyi chose to take a huge risk, seducing the enemy emperor who was on a diplomatic mission, and thus successfully marry him, instead of staying in Jiang Kingdom and plotting to become Jiang Xuanyan's crown princess.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yanche's expression turned extremely ugly.

He tilted his head slightly and asked Yuan Yi beside him,

"How confident are you of hitting the target when shooting arrows now?"

Yuan Yi frowned deeply and said, "Besides Your Highness, there is only one other person who can shoot that far."

Jiang Yanche shook his head.

Not enough. With just the two of them, Jiang Xuan Yan could easily dodge. Not only would they fail to kill Jiang Xuan Yan, but they would also alert the enemy and lose the initiative.

Therefore, he had no choice but to threaten Jiang Xuan Yan again.

He was gambling that Jiang Xuan Yan was far enough away not to realize that the person hanging on the city wall wasn't Shen Ning Zhu herself. He was also gambling that Jiang Xuan Yan wasn't as indifferent to Shen Ning Zhu as he claimed.

So he took the long sword from Yuan Yi's hand and slowly placed it on the hemp rope.

"Jiang Xuan Yan, I'm too lazy to waste words with you. I'll count to three, and if you don't come forward, I'll cut this rope completely."

"At that time, I'll see if your son and daughter will forgive you for not helping their mother today."

"one……"

"two……"

"three……"

Jiang Xuan Yan remained motionless, his narrow phoenix eyes displaying a half-smile; anyone who didn't know better would think he was leisurely sunbathing.

This scene, in contrast to the scene on the opposite city wall, resembles a comical one-man show, creating a strong sense of dissonance.

Just like him and Jiang Xuan Yan over the years, Jiang Xuan Yan always had a blank face, coupled with an aloof and all-knowing demeanor.

His ambition and vying for favor were made to look like a clown in his indifferent gaze.