A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

"although."

"I didn't announce my departure this time, firstly to avoid causing unrest, and secondly because I had important business to attend to and needed to complete as soon as possible. The capture of Duan Yanxi was an accident, and I will take both of them with me. I hope that after I leave, everyone can forget about this incident and, under no circumstances should they mention that I was ever there."

The village chief hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, although we are just villagers from the mountains, we know the pros and cons. I will warn the entire village that this matter must not be handled recklessly. Come quickly... everyone swear an oath to Your Majesty."

He forced the villagers to swear an oath in unison, and Wutong's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. He turned around and prepared to carry Duan Yanxi on his back.

Having observed for a long time, Wenxin took the initiative and hoisted Duan Yanxi onto his shoulder, easily heading towards the ancestral hall.

Not wanting to argue with him in front of so many people, Wutong smiled at everyone and followed him.

The villagers, watching Wenxin's retreating figure, exclaimed in amazement, "No wonder he's someone close to the King of Dongqi! He's incredibly strong; he could probably kill a tiger with a single punch."

Place Duan Yanxi on the floor of the main hall of the ancestral hall, and then close the door once Wutong has entered.

Wutong went to the backyard to fetch a bucket of cold well water, returned to the main room, and poured it on Duan Yanxi without any pity.

Winter had arrived, and the snow season was fast approaching; the well water was barely warmer than ice. Startled by the chill, Duan Yanxi snapped awake, his body convulsing as he opened his eyes.

His blurry vision gradually cleared, and when he saw the two people standing in front of him, he was startled and jumped up to run away.

Wutong raised her foot and kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground again.

He felt a tightness in his chest, unable to breathe, and opened his mouth in vain like a dying fish. After a long while, he finally coughed up blood, caught his breath, clutched his aching chest, looked at them, and asked with a livid face:

"What are you going to do? Kill me?"

Wutong squatted in front of him, her expression as cold as ice. Water seeped from his body, and she trampled the damp ground beneath her feet, just as she was trampling him underfoot at that moment.

Many years have passed, and she has finally waited for this moment, when she can decide his life or death with her own hands.

The hardships and pains endured for this goal are beyond description, but at this moment, Wutong feels that it was all worthwhile.

She sneered, "Ha, kill you? You're getting it too easy."

Duan Yanxi's gaze swept back and forth between the two men, filled with both fear and vigilance. Like a lone wolf cornered on the edge of a cliff, his eyes were bloodshot and his teeth bared, ready to bite his enemy and perish together.

"Then what else do you want?"

"You now have two paths to choose from." Wutong held up two fingers, looking into his deep black eyes with unwavering clarity: "First, come back with me and apologize to the whole world, tell them what you've done since you ascended the throne... Oh, and the inside story of how you seized the throne from Duan Fufeng, took his place, turned him from a crown prince into a prisoner, and then from a prisoner into the King of Southern Xinjiang must also be made public. It's never good to keep secrets for too long. What about you?"

Duan Yanxi's face was extremely ugly. He asked in a deep voice, "How do you know... Don't even think about it!"

"It seems you're going to choose the second option." Wutong pulled out a bloodstained dagger and poked at the wound where Duan Yanxi had been stabbed earlier. Duan Yanxi's already pale face turned even whiter, and he couldn't help but let out a few muffled groans.

She looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Second, since you like this place, then die here... As compensation for those you have harmed, I will personally torture you to death."

She emphasized the last half of her sentence, and Duan Yanxi involuntarily curled up, his eyes, which had been trying to appear tough, finally revealing a hint of fear; he was clearly scared.

"Lingchi...do you know what that means?" Wutong smiled faintly, a mocking sneer playing on her lips. She lowered her head and spoke in an extremely soft voice: "You should know, right? Didn't you often do that to others before? Oh, I remember now, what you liked most wasn't lingchi, but skinning. I still clearly remember what your concubine looked like. She treated you like royalty, but you buried her in the ground. Is she still waiting for you down there? Hmm?"

She had a delicate and kind appearance, and her face remained expressionless as she spoke. Yet, Duan Yanxi trembled as if he had seen a demon, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He's interested in seeing pain fall on others, but it's not so pleasant when it happens to him.

Gritting his teeth, Duan Yanxi threatened:

"If you dare to do that, I will never forgive you."

Wutong smiled slightly, raising her right eyebrow lightly, showing no fear.

"Is that so? Then I'll see how they'll make sure you don't get away with this..."

Before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and her right hand, holding the dagger, moved with lightning speed, plunging into Duan Yanxi's thigh in an instant.

Caught off guard, he suddenly felt an unbearable, intense pain. The fighting spirit hidden within his body ignited, and with a roar, he managed to leap up while the dagger was still stuck in his flesh.

Two large hands grabbed Wutong's slender neck, and with overwhelming force, pushed her to the ground, pressing her down with their bodies.

When he finished, it only took three seconds.

Wutong was exhausted, and with her hands and feet restrained, she had no power to fight back.

Wenxin wasn't very familiar with Duan Yanxi; like ordinary people, he had only heard terrifying rumors about him. In his mind, Duan Yanxi was a dangerous person, so from the moment he entered the room, his gaze was fixed on Duan Yanxi, especially after Wutong squatted down next to him.

Just as Duan Yanxi successfully counterattacked Wutong's unpreparedness and was about to strangle her, Wenxin leaped out and hooked his neck from behind with her right foot, forcing the strong and heavy body backward.

Duan Yanxi's head and upper body flew through the air in a semi-circle, and by the time he realized what was happening, he was already lying on the ground.

He was furious and tried to jump up, supporting himself with one hand on the ground.

Wenxin stomped on his chest. He felt as if his internal organs were about to shatter, his mouth and nose filled with a sweet, metallic taste, and he coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of thick, bright red blood.

The dagger had fallen out during the fight. Wutong stood up, holding it, ignoring the fact that her neck was almost ripped apart, and said menacingly, "You really are incorrigible."

Duan Yanxi felt that all his pain points were being exploited by her, and he didn't want to face her at all. He turned his head to look at Wenxin and said:

"Are you still being bewitched by this vixen? Let me tell you, she's not a heroine at all, just a vicious woman! You think she'll love you if you do everything for her? She's just manipulating you like a puppet!"

Upon hearing this, Wutong looked at Wenxin, feeling a little nervous, worried that he might really misunderstand because of Duan Yanxi's words.