After being reborn, I went on a killing spree in the imperial court.

Large, fluffy snowflakes fell gently, and General Liu's coffin lay there quietly, as if recounting his heroic deeds and tragic fate. The craftsmen silently hammered nails into the coffin, each strike feeling like a blow to Jinzhu's heart.

Jinzhu specially wore the clothes that General Liu had given her to see him off on his final journey.

Bai Lu held Jin Zhu's hand tightly, afraid she would rush forward. Jin Zhu's eyes were filled with pain and despair, tears streaming down her face as she recalled...

She gently comforted him, "Jinzhu, don't be sad. General Liu wouldn't want to see you like this. We can't let General Liu leave in peace."

Jinzhu bit her lip, trying hard to control her emotions. The grief in her heart could not be easily dispelled, and she could only silently shed tears, burying this sorrow deep in her heart.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, as if mourning General Liu's passing. Everyone stood silently in the snow, bidding farewell to General Liu. This snow became the backdrop of General Liu's funeral, and an indelible memory in their hearts.

A cold wind blew, and banknotes fluttered in the air.

Jinzhu was burning paper money with tears in her eyes, just as she was about to begin the burial, when her subordinate behind her seemed to notice something and said, "Hey? Where's General Liu's sword?"

“It’s a knife, isn’t it?” the others chimed in.

Jinzhu turned slightly to the side, wiped away her tears, and listened to the sounds behind her.

"What's wrong?" Bai Lu went over and asked.

"How strange! Didn't you bring General Liu's most commonly used weapon?" one of the subordinates asked.

"That's not right! General Liu took the knife he always carried back to Liucheng!"

Bai Lu also found it strange.

Jinzhu's eyes lit up, as if she had remembered something. "Miss Bailu! What day is it today that General Liu passed away?"

Bai Lu counted on her fingers, "Today is the seventh day!"

"The seventh day after death..." Jinzhu's face turned deathly pale instantly, and an ominous premonition welled up in her heart.

"Your Highness..." she stammered, trying to calm herself down, but to no avail.

"Could it be that the princess took the knife?" Bai Lu muttered to herself, various possibilities flashing through her mind.

"I knew the princess wouldn't come!" she lamented, blaming herself. "Did she really go to Chen alone to seek revenge? What are we going to do!"

Bai Lu gripped Jin Zhu's arm tightly, her eyes filled with fear and worry.

"No, we can't just sit here and wait to die! We have to go find the princess!" Bai Lu said anxiously.

Faced with such an urgent situation, both of them felt helpless.

"Jinzhu, let's hurry back to Liucheng now."

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As winter sets in, darkness falls early. Cao Yuan rode his horse, carrying a large sword on his back, to the city gate.

There were fewer soldiers patrolling the city walls of Chen than when Cao Yuan was there.

Having dealt with the Chen and Shu kingdoms for so long, she knew when the defenses were weakest.

Cao Yuan touched the broadsword on his back and said to himself, "General Liu! Today is the seventh day since your death and the deaths of all your brothers!"

"I will use Chen Jun's blood to pay tribute to you!"

Taking advantage of the guards changing shifts, Cao Yuan used a rope to climb up the smooth city wall.

Just as they jumped onto the city wall, before they could even get a firm footing, the guards heard the commotion.

"Who?"

Before the guard could finish speaking, Cao Yuan slid her knife upwards, killing him instantly.

There was no hesitation in his eyes, only hatred.

Cao Yuan came here without any plan; as long as she could get Ma Lai's head, she would be willing to stay even if she didn't go back.

Inside the general's mansion, Ma Lai was sitting with several other generals, drinking and chatting merrily. Their faces beamed with the joy of victory, and the wine in their glasses seemed to have become even more fragrant.

"Come on, everyone, let's raise our glasses and have a toast!" Malay shouted enthusiastically.

"Hahaha, we originally thought that the Wei Kingdom was powerful, but we didn't expect that it only sent a mere 50,000 troops this time, and they were so easily defeated!" one of the generals said with a laugh.

“That’s right, the Wei Kingdom is just a paper tiger!” another general chimed in.

Just then, someone suddenly remembered something, "Hey, isn't this the princess who came to negotiate peace before? I heard she even pulled our military advisor off his horse!"

"Haha, this princess does have some tricks up her sleeve, but they're useless against our General Ma!" another person laughed.

"General Ma was truly valiant, annihilating the enemy in one fell swoop! It's a great relief!" The generals all toasted Ma.

Malai smiled modestly, though inwardly he was filled with pride. He sighed, feigning regret, and said, "What a pity, Cao Yuan escaped in the end! It would have been even better if we could have eliminated her..."

"However, Wei should be busy relieving the siege of Liucheng and have no time to deal with us! Hahahaha..."

Laughter from inside the house carried to the door.

Outside the gate, Cao Yuan stood alone in the center of the courtyard, like a solitary and resolute statue. Her slender body was stained with specks of bright red blood, like blooming plum blossoms. The long sword in her hand hung slightly, its tip touching the ground, and blood dripped slowly down the blade, forming a dark red stain on the ground.

Listening to the laughter and chatter inside, she gripped the knife tightly in her hand and thought to herself with self-mockery, "Cao Yuan, Cao Yuan, all 50,000 soldiers are thanks to you! You were fooled once, yet you still fell for it again! How can you face these 50,000 heroic souls?"

Just then, a sudden burst of hurried footsteps shattered the tranquility. A group of soldiers surged into the courtyard like a tide, surrounding Cao Yuan. They held various weapons, but their hands trembled involuntarily.

"Today is the seventh day since the deaths of my Wei soldiers! I only want the blood of one man from Malay as a sacrifice!"

Cao Yuan's gaze was blank.

All the soldiers rushed forward, and Cao Yuan brandished General Liu's sword to engage them in a fierce battle.

Even if we die today, we must use the lives of Malay dogs to appease the spirits of General Liu and his soldiers in heaven.

The noise of fighting outside disturbed the people inside, so they got up and went outside.

Cao Yuan was wreaking havoc, startling the people inside the room.

"What is she doing here...?"

The Malaysian was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat.

How could he not know that Cao Yuan had come to take his life? He quickly gave the order, "Men! Stop her! Stop her!"

Soon another squad of soldiers arrived.

Seeing that Cao Yuan was already bloodthirsty and fighting with increasing ferocity, Ma Lai seized a bow and arrow from one of his men, drew the bow, and aimed it at Cao Yuan.

With a whoosh, the arrow pierced Cao Yuan's left shoulder.

Cao Yuan knelt on the ground, clutching her wound where blood was gushing out. Her scarlet eyes glared at him fiercely, seemingly oblivious to the pain.

"Whoever takes her head today will be the new deputy general!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers swarmed forward.

Cao Yuan chopped off the arrow shaft with her right hand, and the other generals drew their swords and charged at her, but Cao Yuan dealt with them all.

As Malai prepared to flee to another place, Cao Yuan stopped fighting and fought her way out, leaping in front of Malai.

The knife was held against Malay's neck.

"Princess! Spare me!"