Chapter 53: How Much Is Young Marshal Worth?

  Xiao Qiong's smile remained on her face, but Yun Zhong felt that she looked even more beautiful than before. Additionally, the hand grasping his wrist seemed to be warmer than before, he didn't know if it was just his imagination or not.

  Yun Cong was about to take advantage of the situation, but Qionghua Junzhu suddenly smiled and said in a low voice: "You're here to find Xi Luo for the antidote to the Nine Dragons Pursuing Soul Powder, aren't you?"

  Yun Cong saw that she had started talking seriously, so he put away his playful heart and smiled: "My lover, if you really live here, then I must not be looking for Xi Luo."

  The mistress of the Qionghua County was still smiling, and since she could guess that Yun Zhong would come to find Xi Luo and set an ambush here in advance, it was natural that she also knew that Yun Zhong couldn't be coming for other things - such as coming to see her, which was impossible. But knowing is one thing, and her smile still unconsciously carried a hint of disappointment. Even she herself couldn't explain why this was the case, what was there to be disappointed about? Was it just because he didn't become infatuated with her like other men did at first sight? But hadn't he also been led by her into making mistake after mistake? It's just... why could he still talk and laugh so freely even though he clearly knew he had already made mistakes?

  "What are you going to do with me now that your plan has failed, no matter what you came here for?" Princess Qionghua seemed to be in a dilemma.

  "From your perspective, all three options are pretty good." Yun Zhuang still smiled.

  "So you still won't tell me?" The words spoken by the Jun Hua County Master sounded completely unlike a victor speaking to their "captive", but rather like a girl in love pouting at her beloved.

  However, Yun Zhong naturally did not believe this. Earlier in the formation, the Lord of Qionghua also seemed to appreciate Yun Zhong's talent very much, making Fazizi reveal a hand, but in fact, she did so intentionally delaying time for the Liao army to annihilate the five guards of the Yun family.

  Yun Teng reminded himself that this woman who looked like a fairy in front of him was actually a genuine demon.

  "My lover wants to know, of course I have nothing to hide." Yun Zhuang's heart was tense, but his face didn't show a hint of tension, instead he seemed even more relaxed: "Firstly, immediately detain and secretly transport to the capital."

  "What's good about it?" Xiao Qiong also smiled.

  "As the Young Master of the Yun family, who else could know better than him about the strengths and weaknesses of the Yun family army? Besides his father, Mountain Master Yun Lian, who else could be clearer?" Yun Ting's tone was very strange, as if he didn't consider himself to be Yun Ting at all.

  "This idea is good, but the Yun family has been around for 200 years and never had a traitor. It's said that Yun Zhong has always been ambitious and competitive since he was young, would he be the first one to betray his own family?" Xiao Qiong looked troubled.

  "Ordinary methods, such as severe torture and poisonous restraints, would naturally be ineffective." Yun Zheng said calmly.

  "What's the point of saying anything more?"

  "There are always ways, however... it mainly depends on whether your country is willing to pay some price."

  "What price must be paid for General Yun to speak?"

  "It's simple, a beauty trick will suffice. Your country only needs one woman who can make Yun Zheng's soul overturn to achieve this."

  Xiao Qiong's face was a bit strange, looking at Yun Zheng, suddenly smiled: "Let him be confused? This thing is probably difficult."

  Yun Cong's eyes gleamed brightly as he stared at Xiao Qiong's eyes, a smile with deep meaning spreading across his face. He seemed to be hinting at something as he said: "My lover, do you really think it's difficult?"

  Xiao Qiong was stared at by his gaze, which had a hidden smile but also a hint of evil, and her heart tightened. She quickly shifted her gaze away, her heart skipping a beat or two, and changed the subject: "What's the second option?"

  Yun Cong laughed even more freely: "The second method is indeed simple and easy, tomorrow morning, the army will gather together, Xiao Da Wang will behead Yun Cong in front of everyone to offer sacrifices to the flag. Heh heh, killing the young general of the Yun family to offer sacrifices to the flag, Xiao Da Wang has opened a precedent that is as powerful as a raging bull, in this way, your army will naturally have an unstoppable momentum, and you can kill all the way forward, regardless of whether you win or lose, it's all worth it to come to this world for a trip."

  "Killing Cloud Young Marshal's flag offering, I'm afraid the Cloud Family Army's momentum will be even stronger."

  Yun Cong smiled and didn't respond.

  "Okay, what's the third option?"

  "The third option is for myLover to take out the antidote for Jiulong Zhuihun San for me... Of course, I've never been to Liao's camp tonight, nor have I ever met you." Yun Zheng said this as if it was a matter of course, without any embarrassment.

  "Are you kidding me?" The gentle and charming expression returned to the face of Qionghua Junzhu, her hand that was holding onto Yun Zhens' door handle didn't move, but her other hand casually swept away a strand of hair on her forehead, that charming gaze in Yun Zhen's eyes was purely seductive.

  "Alas!" Yun Cong suddenly sighed.

  "What's wrong, selling the dance?"

  "Actually, I think the first idea is really good... myLover, won't you reconsider?" Yun Zhuang asked with a hopeful face.

  Although he thought his gaze was sincere enough, it was precisely this sincerity that made him feel a hint of mockery in Xiao Qiao's eyes.

  "Good grief, you're really clever with your calculations." Xiao Qiong looked at him, deliberately putting on an annoyed expression and said: "No matter how I choose, the benefits are all taken by you."

  Yun Cong burst out laughing, seemingly very happy, Xiao Qiong looked at him with a mixture of anger and smile, just about to speak, but saw Yun Cong suddenly turn serious and say: "My lover, to be honest, there is actually a way to solve all these things."

  Xiao Qiong was taken aback by his sudden serious expression and subconsciously followed up with a sentence: "What method?"

  Yun Teng said, "Your country withdraws its troops." He put away all his smiles and said seriously, "As long as you withdraw your troops, the Yun family will never take the initiative to attack Liao State. This should be clear to your country."

  Xiao Qiong sighed in her heart, but still had a hint of a smile on her face, only that the smile was tinged with a faint sadness: "Not sending troops, would you rather watch with your eyes open as millions of people freeze to death and starve to death?"

  "So, sending troops can save them? Emperor Xiao - or Empress Xiao is so confident that she can get a good deal from my father's hands?" Yun Ting asked bluntly but with a sincere tone.

  "There is no constant situation in war, who can determine the outcome of victory or defeat?" The mistress of Qionghua suddenly had a determined gaze: "For the lives of one million people, even if it's difficult, we must try our best, how can we just sit and do nothing?" She finished speaking and suddenly had an idea, looking at Yun Zhēn said: "Sell that dance, someone suddenly has an idea."

  Yun Cong raised an eyebrow, gesturing for her to go on and say something.

  "Use yours to exchange for grain and cloth at the Yun family's."

  Yun Cong was taken aback, then laughed and said: "MyLover, you really overestimate the financial resources of our Yun family. Not to mention that it takes hundreds of millions of people to spend a winter, even if it's just 100,000 people, I'm afraid it can drag our Yun family to bankruptcy." His words were half true and half false, although the "annual production capacity" of the Yun family was not enough to supply 100,000 people, but their accumulated savings over the years were not a small number. It's just that these accounts were not clear to Yun Cong himself.

  "It's better to exchange some anyway, sell that dance, you are the young master of the Yun family, it can't be exchanged for 100,000 people, exchanging 80,000 is also okay." Xiang Qiu thought of a good solution and the smile on her face came back instantly.

  However, Yun Zhēn also smiled because he saw behind the tent - or rather, behind the back of Qióng Huā Jùnzǐ - a slender and elegant woman's figure.

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