Darmer said, somewhat shocked, "Are you the Seventh Prince of the Lin Kingdom?!"
The system in the space: ...No! You guessed wrong, she is the Seventh Princess Consort of the Lin Kingdom.
Ming Li continued to play with the folding fan in her hand, looking indifferent, but her words were enough to infuriate someone to death: "If you want to see this Prince, just say so. Why use force? Do you only feel happy when this Prince wipes out your entire army?"
As she spoke, Ming Li sighed, "Alas! How difficult it is to be a quiet, handsome man these days!"
Xing Zhilin: ...His mouth twitched violently, almost choking on his own saliva.
Darmer and his subordinates: ...Damn it! A scholar can be beheaded but not insulted!!
In the end, Darmer and his subordinates were captured, tied up like zongzi, and thrown into the military camp's prison to be guarded.
However, at night, for some unknown reason, Darmer and his subordinates managed to break free from their ropes. Taking advantage of the guards' laxity, they killed the guards and escaped.
When the news reached Ming Li, she was in the process of polishing her great iron hammer.
Upon hearing the news, Ming Li's hammer-polishing paused, and her brows furrowed slightly.
For a moment, Ming Li even suspected that Darmer might have a strange halo above his head.
But shortly after, Ming Li dismissed the thought.
Because soon, another report came in: Darmer and his subordinates, in their haste to escape, failed to watch their footing and fell into a deep pit specifically designed for hunting. The pit was filled with numerous wooden stakes, and thus, they all died.
Ming Li: ...What kind of miraculous development is this?! Aren't those guys a bit too unlucky?
Xing Zhilin, having won another victory, was overjoyed. He shamelessly demanded several more jars of wine from Ming Li and drank himself into a stupor, falling asleep. He only learned about the news the next day.
Upon hearing the news, Xing Zhilin: ...The expression on his face was utterly fantastical.
He took his men to the scene and, after confirming that the men were indeed thoroughly dead, Xing Zhilin was completely at a loss for words to describe his current feelings.
Their deaths were so anticlimactic that it almost made him want to laugh, but in the end, he held back.
As a dignified general, he should remain composed. He intended to be a stern general, and with this thought, Xing Zhilin immediately put on a stern face.
The Xiongnu had suffered heavy losses this time and should not bother the Lin Kingdom for a long time.
Therefore, Xing Zhilin and Ming Li directly marched back to the imperial court.
The convoy was majestically heading towards the capital when, after only a few steps, they encountered Qin Yu and a few others who had rushed to meet them, dust-covered.
Xing Zhilin, mounted on his horse, looked at the woman standing opposite and twitched his mouth. He turned to the person riding beside him and said, "Prince Yu, I didn't expect your consort to be so reluctant to part with you that she'd come herself."
Ming Li's eyes twitched violently, but she said nothing.
Opposite them.
When Qin Yu saw Ming Li, his expression darkened again. At the same time, he felt a slight sense of relief.
It was fortunate that this woman was alright, otherwise, he would have to be a woman for the rest of his life.
As it was getting late, Xing Zhilin ordered everyone to set up camp and rest for the night.
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