The Qing Kingdom's soldiers looked disdainfully at the Jing Kingdom army atop Yueyang City's walls. Some of the battle-hungry, bloodthirsty soldiers even showed disappointment and contempt. As the Great Scholars approached, the Qing Kingdom soldiers began discussing among themselves.
"What a pity. My spear has yet to be stained with Jing Kingdom blood."
"Damn it, those Jing Kingdom bastards really know how to put on a bluff. They had me scared stiff for so long. I ate so much every day, yet I lost a full ten pounds!"
"The Jing Kingdom people are a bunch of spineless turtles. They clearly can't win, yet they refuse to admit defeat, only inviting these Great Scholars over at the end."
"Hmph. What a pity the Sacred Academy is judging this, and we have no right to object. If we could object, I'd truly like to stop the Sacred Academy's ruling, slaughter the Jing Kingdom people, and reclaim Yueyang City!"
"Xiang Prefecture will forever belong to the Qing Kingdom!"
"But have you noticed? The expressions on those Jing Kingdom people atop the walls seem strangely familiar."
The scholars of higher Literary Rank infused Literary Qi into their eyes and looked closely.
They felt as though they were looking into a mirror.
Because the expressions of the Jing Kingdom soldiers were exactly the same as those of the Qing Kingdom soldiers.
Something was wrong!
Shouldn't the Jing Kingdom people be squatting on the ground, covering their faces and weeping bitterly? Shouldn't they be grieving as though their parents had died? Shouldn't they be cursing furiously in indignation? Shouldn't they be crestfallen and heartbroken?
Why were their faces also filled with disdain? Why did so many Jing Kingdom soldiers also show disappointment and contempt?
Could it be that they also thought they had won?
The Qing