Arrogant and domineering because of his good looks: His Majesty always pretends to be righteous

Early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, the driver captured an enemy soldier.

A sharp knife was held to his neck, but he faced it all with unwavering courage, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever, as if he were ready to die.

"Let me go, let me go..."

He spoke angrily, his eyes filled with rage.

"General, we caught this kid acting suspiciously outside the door! What should we do with him?"

Before he could finish speaking, he kicked the soldier in the kneecap.

The intense pain forced him to kneel down.

"I've come to deliver a letter of surrender. Does the general intend to kill me as well? I'm just a messenger."

Xia Zhanxin slightly raised his eyes, his handsome face full of gloom, his deep and sharp gaze scrutinizing the soldier.

He dared not take this opportunity lightly.

"A letter of surrender? Weren't you all so full of fighting spirit before? Why are you surrendering today?"

Xia Zhanxin watched all of this with great interest, and at this moment she really wanted to mock the enemy's mentality, even though everyone knew what had happened.

"Bah... General, do you even need to ask us? Didn't you burn our supplies last night?"

"We've run out of supplies, how can we possibly fight you? Even if we're outmatched this time, I'm truly here to surrender..."

He calmly took out the letter of surrender from his pocket.

Xia Zhanxin glanced at the letter, his expression intriguing, his fists involuntarily clenching into fists...

As night fell, Xia Zhanxin came alone into the military tent and saw a group of people sitting around it.

On the table sat a pot of fine Shaoxing wine, its rich aroma wafting from afar.

"General Xia... I thought you weren't coming."

"Come, come, please sit down. We'll treat you to a drink today. We've been fighting this war for months. Tomorrow we'll withdraw our troops, leave this place completely, and never set foot in the Central Plains again..."

Faced with those flattering words, Xia Zhanxin's face remained expressionless, cold, and without the slightest smile.

Inside the tent, singing and dancing filled the air, with several alluring dancers constantly flaunting their charms and swaying their captivating bodies.

Every movement and every glance was captivating, and her every gesture carried the flavor of the Western Regions.

The veil added to her beauty and made her even more enigmatic.

Xia Zhanxin felt nauseous looking at the group of effeminate women in front of her, while the people around her applauded enthusiastically, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Does the general not like the girls from our Western Regions?"

"Could it be that they don't like our Western Regions culture...?"

Xia Zhanxin remained silent, only giving a cold glance before taking large gulps of wine. Although he couldn't appreciate the beauty, the fine Daughter's Red wine was indeed fragrant and mellow.

The rich aroma lingers on the lips and teeth for a long time after taking a sip.

Just as he raised his glass to drink, a cold glint appeared, aimed directly at his throat.

The Western Region woman dressed in red had a ruthless gaze, and the sword she wielded was even more vicious and decisive.

Her every move was aimed at vital points, giving her no chance to breathe.

Xia Zhanxin gripped the sword tip tightly with her fingers, the sword's edge stopping a millimeter from her throat.

"you……"

The woman groaned, trying to draw her sword and retreat, but she couldn't.

"Kill him! Everyone, attack together! We absolutely cannot let this kid leave here today."

Da Han slammed the wine cup in his hand to the ground! Everyone slammed their fists on the table and stood up, drawing their swords.

The people inside the house immediately launched an attack, a barrage of attacks raining down on Xia Zhanxin...

Xia Zhanxin moved nimbly and swiftly through the crowd, his body as supple and agile as a wildcat, seemingly without any pressure whatsoever.

Everyone used all their strength to attack, but they only missed. In a short while, everyone was exhausted and drenched in sweat.

"What kind of magic have you learned, you brat?"

"I refuse to believe you'll leave here alive today... This place is your trap, and also your final resting place."

Xia Zhanxin didn't want to continue the fight; he knew in his heart that these people wanted to kill him to silence him.

So he flicked his wrist and drew his longsword, its cold light flashing and illuminating the entire room as bright as day.

With a swift movement, a chilling glint flashed, and in the blink of an eye, a bloody head fell to the ground.

"Kill them!"

Xia Zhanxin pursed his handsome thin lips tightly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He is a top-notch martial arts master, unparalleled in the world. Even if all these people attacked him at once, it wouldn't pose any pressure to him.

He wasn't indiscriminately killing innocent people; instead, he leaped up and landed next to the leader, pressing the longsword against his neck.

The man was so frightened that he collapsed like a limp rag doll, and his previous imposing manner vanished in an instant.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

"Let's talk this out! I don't want to die by your sword."

Everyone in the room laid down their weapons, and the atmosphere in the air plummeted to freezing point.

"Put your things down! What are you all waiting for? Do you really want me to die?"

"Surrender! Surrender! Do you hear me?"

He was already terrified and only wanted to survive.

Xia Zhanxin looked at him with disdain, her eyes as cold as knives.

"Talk is cheap, let's put it in writing... A person like you who doesn't keep their word should be treated in the same way that someone who doesn't keep their word is not trustworthy."

“Let me tell you, if you dare to go back on your word again, next time I will definitely not just burn down your granary.”

"If you want a contest, I'm ready anytime, but please don't resort to despicable means..."

The man was seething with hatred, but dared not utter a word, for he was now a lamb to the slaughter.

They could only suppress their anger and pretend to be submissive. With their supplies stolen, they were truly out of fighting strength. Weighing the pros and cons, they had no choice but to admit defeat. Although they were very unwilling, they had no other option. If they continued to fight, they would only suffer total annihilation.

"I'll write whatever you say..."

He picked up the pen and paper with trembling hands, drew on the sentence, and pressed his fingerprint on it.

"General, are you satisfied now? We'll retreat tomorrow, and I assure you, I will never appear before you again in my lifetime..."

"A real man admits defeat. You let me go today, and that's my way of repaying you..."