"Could it be that you North Mongolians don't even have copper mirrors to check your own morals? If you don't have copper mirrors, just take a leak and look at yourself in that. Seriously, where do you even get the confidence to act like you're the rulers of the world?"
Ning Shu was finally happy to let loose and curse. Every time she saw He Lianying's "I'm the bigshot here; you're lucky I even fancy you" attitude, she was left speechless.
Honestly, she thought he was a complete fool.
Her remark enraged the Tartars so much that they all glared at her like they wanted to rip her apart.
Ning Shu just sneered but cursed inwardly, What the hell is Shen Feng doing? Why isn't he here yet? It's only a few steps away! Her heart sank slightly. If she made it back alive this time, she'd definitely have to straighten things out. Otherwise, situations like this would keep happening.
He Lianying's face darkened with anger. His voice turned cold as he said, "Princess Jiahui, are you deliberately provoking me? Does that mean you've stopped caring about the soldiers behind you?"
Ning Shu let out a cold laugh. "Of course, this princess cares. But if they die, it'll only happen after this princess falls first. He Lianying, don't you think you've gone too far, treating Great Yong's soil like your own backyard?"
Right now, all she could do was fire back with words. Fighting wasn't even an option—this was cavalry versus infantry. If they fought, they'd be obliterated in seconds.
He Lianying smirked. "Princess Jiahui, it's not arrogance on my part, nor on the part of my North Mongolian warriors. It's simply that the soldiers of Great Yong are cowards, freezing in fear the moment they see us. They don't have an ounce of courage. How can this prince do anything but laugh at such a country?"
Laugh at this, you bastard! Ning Shu cursed inwardly.
His words left the citizens of Great Yong feeling deeply humiliated, and they glared at him furiously.
"Princess, please grant this general the command to fight," said Duan Xinghui, his expression determined.
Ning Shu stared at him, dumbfounded. Is he serious? Fighting now? Does he think this is some one-on-one duel?
"You plan to go fight him alone?" Ning Shu asked in a low voice.
As she leaned closer to ask, for some reason, Duan Xinghui felt his heart race. Straightening his back, he said, "Allow this general to duel the enemy's leader first."
Seriously? Ning Shu thought. This really is some medieval duel-then-brawl kind of nonsense.
He Lianying, seeing Ning Shu talking casually with another man despite the tense situation, grew annoyed. "Princess Jiahui!" he barked.
"What are you yelling for? Can't you see we're in the middle of a discussion?" Ning Shu snapped, sounding irritated.
He Lianying: …
He lifted his hand, and the Tartars quickly moved to surround Ning Shu's group.
The soldiers of Great Yong pressed their backs together, gripping their spears tightly as they faced the encroaching Tartars with grim expressions.
Ning Shu's gaze turned icy as she looked at He Lianying. Seated leisurely on his horse, he smirked smugly at her. When their eyes met, he asked, "Princess Jiahui, have you made your decision?"
"A betrothed becomes a wife, an eloper becomes a concubine. He Lianying, if this princess were to go with you, what status would this princess have?" Ning Shu asked, pretending to consider his offer.
"Princess…" Duan Xinghui cried out, his voice filled with distress.
Ning Shu ignored him. Shen Feng is still not here. Unbelievable. Does he not respect this princess at all?
"You'll naturally be this prince's princess consort," He Lianying replied smoothly. "This prince's land, livestock, and servants will all be yours."
His voice was enticing, but Ning Shu wanted nothing more than to spit in his face. What does he have that I don't already have in Great Yong? Even in terms of land, the territory bestowed on her was far larger than He Lianying's pitiful domain.