The personal guards swiftly stepped forward, firmly restraining Tuxingsun and escorting him straight to the central command tent to face Marshal Deng Jiugong.
Inside the tent, a guard knelt and reported loudly, "Reporting to the Marshal! This man was skulking around outside the camp, looking everywhere in a highly suspicious manner, and secretly followed Miss Deng all the way! When we captured him, we heard him muttering that Miss Deng was a celestial maiden from the heavenly palace, and that seeing her beauty just once in this life would leave him without regrets even in death. His words were frivolous and utterly disrespectful!"
As soon as those words fell, the atmosphere in the tent turned instantly grim.
Deng Jiugong had already been weighed down by the nation's peril. Upon hearing this, he flew into a rage. His eyes turned icy as he fixed a fierce stare on the short, wretched-looking Tuxingsun below the steps, fury blazing in his chest.
His beloved daughter was pure and spotless, born of a distinguished military family, a heroine of the battlefield and descendant of loyal subjects. How noble and extraordinary she was!
Yet this nameless short man, crude in appearance and of unknown origin, dared to spy about before the army, speak frivolously of her, and shamelessly covet his daughter!
Consumed by rage, Deng Jiugong no longer held back. He sharply issued an execution order, his voice shaking the entire command tent.
"Ignorant madman, how dare you act so recklessly! A mere rat like you dares defile my daughter with such wild insolence! Men! Drag him outside and behead him before the troops, to uphold military law!"
Upon hearing Deng Jiugong order his execution, Tuxingsun was slightly startled, yet he showed none of the terror one would expect from an ordinary prisoner.
Though Tuxingsun