They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 379 To Live Is to Remain King

"Wait, wait, even if you're going to use me as a bargaining chip, you have to make sure I'm dressed properly. What if I catch a cold?"

She could clearly see them rolling their eyes, but the slave still helped me get dressed.

After all, she didn't know these two soldiers, so she should follow Yelü Hanxuan's instructions first.

She was dressed in several layers of clothing when she was dragged away—yes, dragged!

Yelü Hanxuan also sent Hu Mucong back immediately, but he was too late and the tent was already empty.

He knew his sister well; given what had happened, saving Wang Ting was the most important thing.

Wu Ziyan hadn't been outside in such cold wind for a long time.

"Sirs, let's say we don't have to drag me away. My leg isn't crippled."

"You're so short, you're practically disabled in our eyes."

Wu Ziyan rolled her eyes. That really hurt!

At this point, a carriage would be provided for her to ride in. They would lift her onto the horse and carry her the whole way until they arrived at Yelü Hanyong's side.

The scab that had finally formed on her skin must have broken open again by now, but Wu Ziyan remained quite calm.

Arriving before Yelü Hanyong, this was their second meeting. Wu Ziyan still had that pale face, looking as if she might break at any moment.

"Your Majesty Hanyong, I didn't know you invited me! What brings you here?"

"I must say, you Wu Dynasty people are really cunning."

"Sigh, that's called being smart!"

“I didn’t send you here to banter with me. I know my brother is obsessed with you. Luckily, he kept you here and even got some leverage over Wu Chao.”

"Oh, let me guess, has something happened to the royal court?"

"Do you know, could there be a traitor within our ranks?!"

Wu Ziyan lay back on the chair, feeling tired from standing for so long. His eyes were slightly squinted, and he didn't look like a prisoner at all.

"Let me tell you the truth, even if you capture me, it won't do any good. They don't buy into that at all. Even if you kill me, they won't back down."

"You think I'd believe you just because you say that? I feel like they really value you."

"His Majesty the Wu Dynasty has many daughters, so he won't miss me. You can try hanging me on the city gate and see if they still shoot arrows at me, believe it or not?"

"Think about it, I've been held here for almost half a month now, haven't I? Haven't they done anything about it?"

"They didn't send an envoy to negotiate terms or take me back. It's obvious they've given up on this useless piece of trash!"

"Smooth tongue!"

"Report!"

Yelü Hanyong impatiently said, "Speak!"

"That garrison commander named Chu Qiu is here again!"

Wu Ziyan's eyes flickered. This Chu Qiu was truly an unpredictable variable, unlike Huang Ziliang who was so calm.

Yelü Hanyong ordered his men to keep a close watch on her, and she went out to fight with her spear.

After much deliberation, she decided to send Wu Ziyan to the city wall. She also had her own selfish motives; this way, she could distract Chu Qiu.

Chu Qiu, clad in a gleaming silver helmet and armor, his hair standing tall and red, his cloak billowing in the wind, stunned Wu Ziyan the moment he stood atop the city wall.

His eyes were very resolute, his face was obscured, but they seemed darker. He looked up and gazed into her eyes.

She shouted, "Focus on the battle! Don't worry about me!"

Chu Qiu would certainly fight with all his might; he wanted to capture Yelü Hanyong and end this ordeal!

Yelü Hanyong found it noisy and had her mouth gagged.

As if divinely aided, Chu Qiu's sword energy swept across the sky, and before her eyes lay nothing but Yelü Hanyong's severed head!

In the fierce battle with spears and swords, Chu Qiu was at a disadvantage several times, and they fought from horseback to dismount.

Yelü Hanyong swept his spear across, Chu Qiu bent down and blocked with his sword, and Wu Ziyan was so anxious on the city wall that he jumped up and down!

In the distance, all that could be seen was a group of people riding horses, and it was unclear whether they were friend or foe.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Huang Ziliang was leading the support team, at which point Yelü Hanyong completely lost his divine calculation.

As the two fought fiercely, Chu Qiu's sword was at Yelü Hanyong's neck, while her spear merely grazed his arm, narrowly missing his chest!

From Wu Ziyan's perspective, she thought the silver spear had already pierced Chu Qiu's heart. Her heart was in her throat. Was she going to die on the spot?

Huh? Yelü Hanyong's gun fell to the ground. Chu Qiu prepared to swing his sword to take her head, but Wu Ziyan broke free and shouted, "No!"

Huang Ziliang shouted from behind, "Spare his life!"

Blood was seeping from her neck; she had thought she was going to die.

There was no result. Chu Qiu sheathed his sword, and two soldiers came up and restrained Yelü Hanyong.

The men on the city wall who were holding Wu Ziyan were stunned. Their emperor had been captured! What were they going to do now?

Yelü Hanyong shouted, "Fire arrows! If I die, my brother can sit on the throne! We cannot let these Wu Dynasty people succeed!"

Her mouth was quickly gagged, and because the wind was too strong, the people on the city wall didn't hear what she was shouting at all.

When Yelü Hanxuan arrived, Wu Ziyan was just about to open the city gate. He quickly stepped forward and blocked her way, his face still covered in blood from his armor: "What are you doing!"

"Do you remember what I said back then? Now it has come true. You either kill me, or I open the city gates and we can have a proper talk."

"My sister..."

"They are prisoners of war just like me."

His eyes held a thousand emotions. He slowly raised the gun in his hand, pointing it at Wu Ziyan. Finally, he dismounted, lifted her onto his horse, and the city gate opened.

She and Yelü Hanxuan walked out of the city gate. Chu Qiu's lips moved, but she couldn't say anything.

"Let her go, or I'll kill her!"

The spear tip was pointed directly at Wu Ziyan's throat, but only Wu Ziyan saw that Yelü Hanxuan's hand was trembling.

"She's just the Fourth Prince of the Wu Dynasty, while she is the Empress of your Northern Rong. You want to negotiate with us!"

Huang Ziliang really understood her. If it were her, she would have said the same thing. His eyes were firm, and he didn't even look at her.

"I really will kill her!"

"Your emperor will also die."

In the end, Yelü Hanxuan did not make a move. Wu Ziyan looked at him with the eyes of a superior.

"Come with me now. We'll draft a treaty ceding territory, and your emperor will return to his homeland. From then on, Beirong will become our vassal state!"

"You may commit suicide here to die for your country, but it will not change the fate of your nation. A country without a king will be divided by the surrounding lords, and then Beirong will become history!"

"You little..."

"Yelü Hanyong, if you live, you are still the King of Beirong; if you die, you are nothing. The choice is yours."

Unexpectedly, she was defeated by this short man.

She was filled with resentment and exchanged glances with Yelü Hanxuan. She stepped on her own gun and sprang up, shooting it straight at Wu Ziyan.

This was her last struggle, but Yelü Hanxuan blocked the gun: "Sister, live."

Yelü Hanxuan held a dagger, but Wu Ziyan reacted quickly and grabbed it, his hands covered in blood.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with three parts love and seven parts regret!