When Xiao Jiu saw his arrogant demeanor, her first reaction was fear.

The first thing that came to mind was Xiao Ce's words: "The best way to overcome fear is to face it directly."

Thinking about what Xiao Ce had just said, if this matter were to be botched...

He could only go back to being a lowly shop assistant whom anyone could bully.

He recalled the respect he had received from the merchants outside the palace.

He doesn't want to go back!

His resolve grew stronger, and he gritted his teeth, suppressing his inner fear.

With a menacing air, he glared angrily at the leader, Bao Cong, and shouted to the four soldiers beside him, "Go, arrest him!"

Seeing Xiao Jiu's flushed face and trembling voice, Bao Cong laughed and said, "Oh, what do you want, you piece of trash? Arrest me? What the hell do you want? Looks like I didn't slap you hard enough! Damn it! You worthless lackey, watch me kill you!"

"What are you doing! How dare you touch me! I am Bao Cong!"

"Let me go...let me go...what do you want...how dare you! If you lay a finger on me, I'll kill your whole family!"

In less than a minute, Bao Cong was pinned to the ground by two soldiers and could only bark helplessly like a mad dog!

Bao An, standing to the side, pointed at them and said, "Outrageous... Do you know what you're doing?"

At this moment, the other two soldiers drew their swords from their waists.

"We obey Mr. Xiao Jiu's orders. What do you want to do?!"

Bao An's face turned ashen, but he dared not speak for a moment.

Xiao Jiu had already reached the palace gate when he discovered that Bao Cong, the arrogant and domineering man he once feared, was actually so weak.

His fears all stemmed from himself.

He walked up to Bao Cong and said, "I'll give you a choice: kneel down and kowtow to me ten times, and I'll forgive you for what you did to me!"

Bao Cong looked at Xiao Jiu with utter disbelief: "You piece of trash, what are you thinking? Kowtowing to you? Are you crazy?"

Xiao Jiu gritted his teeth, his whole body tense, thinking about what he was about to do; he was even a little excited.

"Which hand did you use to hit me just now?"

Bao Cong scoffed, "What? You want a fight? Or what? I'll slap you with both hands, what? Trying to scare me? You really think I, Bao Cong, am easily intimidated? My father is a general of the Northern Desert, my aunt is the current Consort Hui! My cousin is the second prince of the Great Xiao Empire! You, a descendant of a commoner, after becoming a useless lackey, think you're all that?"

With a gloomy face and a hint of anger, Xiao Jiu took a large cleaver from a soldier beside him.

"The King of the Northern Desert has said that people should not be divided into different classes! It's true that you are Bao An's son, but that only means you were born into a better family than me! It doesn't mean that you or I are any better!"

Bao Cong reacted as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world: "Oh? What, you want to chop me up? You piece of junk, not that I look down on you! I'll let you chop me up, do you have the guts?"

Seeing Xiao Jiu's hand trembling as he held the sword, Bao Cong provoked him relentlessly, extending his arm...

"Useless! I'll let you cut me! Do you dare? Useless..."

It was accompanied by the sound of a knife cutting into bone.

Bao Cong immediately let out a miserable howl.

Xiao Jiu wasn't very strong, so although she severed the bone with one strike, the tendons were still attached, and her hand just hung limply.

Bao Cong held onto the arm while howling in pain.

Bao An tried to step forward, but was stopped by two soldiers who drew their swords: "General Bao An, if you want to live a few more days, don't move!"

Xiao Jiu's face darkened, and she showed no sign of stopping.

"Get his hands in position!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers rushed forward and pinned Bao Cong to the ground.

Another slash, this time cleanly and decisively.

"The other hand," Xiao Jiu continued without pausing.

The soldier placed one foot on Bao Cong's chest and the other on his hand.

The pain completely devastated Bao Cong.

"Mr. Jiu...Mr. Jiu...I kowtow to you...I kowtow to you..."

Xiao Jiu brandished his knife, a cruel look on his face: "Too late!"

This blow severed Bao Cong's other hand.

Xiao Jiu was trembling slightly, whether from excitement or fear, it was hard to tell: "The doctor I found isn't here to treat the Turkic dog! He's here for you!"

As she spoke, Xiao Jiu said to the doctor behind her, "Go and bandage him up."

The doctor, carrying a medicine box, quickly stepped forward. He was a specialist in treating external injuries, so he was able to handle the situation with ease.

After Xiao Jiu made two cuts, he suddenly felt enlightened, especially when Bao Cong was so scared that he wet himself.

He suddenly understood.

The meaning of Xiao Ce's statement about equality for all became increasingly clear.

People are all the same; fear and dread are emotions we impose on ourselves.

Xiao Jiu handed the knife to the soldier beside him and went to pick up Bao Cong's two hands.

Bao Cong looked at Bao An, who was glaring angrily but dared not retaliate.

"Stop thinking of yourself as the all-powerful General of the Northern Desert! The King of the Northern Desert has arrived! He has come to dispel the darkness in the four prefectures and thirty-nine cities of the Northern Desert!"

Bao An practically gritted his teeth as he said to Xiao Jiu, "Kid, I'll remember this! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have that good-for-nothing backing you up..."

Snapped!

Bao An looked at Xiao Jiu in disbelief: "You dare to slap me?"

Xiao Jiu slapped him again: "I'm slapping him on behalf of the King of the Northern Desert! I won't allow anyone to slander the King of the Northern Desert! If you swear again, I'll pull out your tongue!"

Bao An was about to say something, but Xiao Jiu's slightly ferocious expression frightened him, and he just glared at Xiao Jiu without daring to say a word.

Xiao Jiu himself was shocked; he really hadn't expected it.

One day, he will be able to intimidate Bao An.

Xiao Jiu stopped talking to Bao An and asked the doctor beside her, "Is it done yet?"

The doctor said, "The bleeding has stopped, but he's still in critical condition. His fate is in the hands of the doctor."

Xiao Jiu nodded and said, "Alright, let's go then."

With that, Xiao Jiu led the group to leave.

Moses Ashina, standing in the crowd, shouted, "Wait..."

Xiao Jiu frowned slightly and turned her head to look.

Mos Ashina, no longer arrogant as before, said, "Mr. Xiao Jiu, please go and speak with the King of the Northern Desert! If he is willing to heal me and let me go, I will forgive and forget, and we Turks will cooperate with him! We Turks will also elect him as the new King of the Northern Desert!"

Xiao Jiu scoffed at Mos Ashina's words and retorted forcefully, word by word: "His Highness the Crown Prince is a prince personally appointed by the Emperor of our Great Xiao! He doesn't need your recommendation; he is rightfully so!"

"Furthermore, our Northern King has said that you Turks slaughtered my people, raped my sisters, and tortured my compatriots! This hatred is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea! He is determined to conquer every inch of your Turkic land!"

"As far as the King of the Northern Desert is concerned, our relationship with you can only be one of submission, never cooperation!"

"Finally, this is for you, and for everyone! Don't think too highly of yourselves. In the eyes of the Northern King, you are not that important!"

After Xiao Jiu finished speaking, she ignored everyone and turned to walk out.

A large crowd had gathered outside the hall; the commotion inside had drawn them in.

Xiao Jiu's actions were truly impressive, proving many people wrong.

These people became more respectful towards Xiao Jiu.

Zhang Yunqing was the first to come out, holding a letter.

"Mr. Xiao Jiu, this is the first part I've written! Please give it to the Prince first, and I'll consider the rest carefully to see if I've missed anything!"

"Mr. Xiao Jiu, and mine too..."

"And mine!"

Xiao Jiu accepted the letters from some of the people and said, "Very good, as long as your sincerity is sufficient, I believe you will be able to leave soon!"

Those who had just torn up their papers were filled with regret and quickly ran back to their seats to continue writing.

Xiao Jiu took the letters from these people and left in a hurry.

He was excited and eager to see Xiao Ce hand Bao Cong's hands to him and tell him, "Your Highness, you haven't misjudged him!"

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