Why do I always feel like you're on guard against His Highness?
Zhang Xiaoyun glanced at the weakened Zhang Zhiyun not far away. He hadn't spoken until now, and was only communicating through telepathy. He originally disdained to talk to that good-for-nothing. With such a configuration, he actually lost to a half-baked guy and even lost the White Tiger Spell. He was truly a complete waste.
However, feeling stifled, and finding someone willing to speak to him was a rare treat, so he ultimately refrained from using sarcasm and coldly replied, "Shouldn't we be on guard?"
"Her Highness sacrificed herself back then, making such a risky decision and fulfilling the responsibilities of the royal family. This is unprecedented in history. In terms of contribution, all the elders combined cannot compare to her."
"So what?" Zhang Xiaoyun felt even more agitated.
He hatched late, and from birth he could only look up to his older sister. The entire Ancient Demon Realm praised that woman. Whether it was the elders or the most ordinary disciples, he admitted that even if he had been born in the same era as her, he could not have achieved what she had. But he still insisted that it was a foolish decision!
The Ancient Demon has lurked through multiple Samsara and has already obtained some of the memories of the creator, Pu Yunchuan. As long as it continues to endure, what does it matter if it takes another Samsara to break through what this Samsara cannot?
The Warlock Dynasty plan carries an extremely high risk of exposure; a slight misstep could lead to the annihilation of the Manchu people. There's a safer approach available, yet they choose to take this risk at this crucial moment. To put it nicely, it's courage; to put it bluntly, it's gambling.
What's respectable about gambling one's future with the safety of one's clan?
Of course, he understood what was going on. The Ancient Demon Clan had been hiding for too long. In order not to be discovered, all the clan members had to live in dark corners for a Samsara of time. They had parasitic talents but could not use them. Their lifespan was only a few decades, and they could only die in despair. During their lives, they could only eat some rotten food from the ground. No one wanted to continue living like this, even in the name of inheritance.
Everyone wants to be the one to rise to power, and sacrificing oneself for the next generation is something only a minority are willing to do. That's why Ziyue, who dared to take the lead in gambling, became a national hero.
Seeing Zhang Zhiyun's righteous and indignant demeanor, he felt even more contemptuous, but he was too lazy to refute her. After all, what was done was done, and there was no point in saying anything more. What he was more worried about now was Ziyue's instability, so he said, "Even now, she still can't explain what she did during the days she disappeared, can she? Are you so sure she's still the Ziyue Princess you worship? What if she's the second Demon Buddha?"
"Your Highness, please be careful with your words!" Zhang Zhiyun's voice suddenly became sharp.
"Scared?" Zhang Xiaoyun sneered.
"Your Highness, are you afraid? You don't need to be so quick to slander Princess Ziyue; it won't do you any good. Princess Ziyue handed over Chen Ying immediately, which is enough to prove her loyalty to the Ancient Demon Clan."
"What does that prove?" Zhang Xiaoyun chuckled. "If she doesn't hand it over, the old... cough... that head guard will kill her. She's not stupid; of course she'll hand it over. What does that prove?"
"But she didn't help when Chen Qing was in trouble."
"She and Chen Qing may not be on the same page. Wouldn't Chen Qing's death make it easier for her to control Jiangnan?"
"So, according to Your Highness, does that mean Her Highness planned this all along?"
"Hmph," Zhang Xiaoyun snorted coldly, "I'm just reminding you not to trust her too much."
He couldn't find any evidence to prove that Ziyue was problematic, but he also couldn't prove that Ziyue was innocent, could he? Shouldn't the safest course of action be to completely imprison someone who had caused trouble before? I really don't know what the High Priest was thinking back then.
Just then, the messenger who had come to report the military situation earlier suddenly arrived and announced, "Your Highness."
"Speak!" Ziyue stepped forward and asked.
Zhang Xiaoyun frowned and stepped forward to listen.
" The West Sea Army in Jiangnan has moved!"
"Oh?" Ziyue's face showed surprise. "Who led the team? Tian Heng?"
Zhang Xiaoyun was also full of doubt. Tian Heng was clearly seriously injured and had been taken hostage by that mysterious celestial phenomenon. At this time, who could lead and command the West Sea Army?
"It's that monster who kidnapped Tian Heng."
"How is this possible?" Ziyue frowned. "Even if the vice admiral of the West Sea Army is indecisive, he wouldn't listen to an outsider who has taken the commander hostage, would he? Where are they headed?"
" The White Tiger Hall is precisely where the demons and the Chief Guard fought!"
"Are you sure?" Ziyue frowned even more. Zhang Xiaoyun was also anxious upon hearing this. The people around the head guard were the real elite, the true foundation of the Blood Demon Clan. Their combat power was incredibly strong, and they also had another trump card that they hadn't used yet. But even so, being besieged by two forces still made people feel uneasy.
"Could that image actually be a card from the Northern Lands?"
At this moment, it was Zhang Zhiyun, who had followed behind, who spoke.
"That's possible," Ziyue said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "But even so, how could it possibly command the West Sea Army?"
The guard was also anxious, and said in a deep voice, "It's pointless to think about the reasons now, Your Highness. Please make a decision as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyun was taken aback and looked at the other person. "What decision do you want her to make?"
Only then did a strange feeling rise in his heart. The general who delivered the message was named Ling Sheng, a descendant of the previous Grand Elder, who always obeyed the head of the guards. Why didn't he report to the head of the guards immediately at this critical moment, but instead came to seek Ziyue's opinion?
The thought had barely formed in his mind when Zhang Zhiyun, standing beside him, voiced his doubts. "General, isn't everything in the Elder Guard Corps decided by the Guard Chief? And Princess Ziyue..."
"The head guard gave me instructions before he left." Ling Sheng seemed somewhat puzzled, but still said earnestly, "He said that after he left, the fate of the remaining elite guards would be decided by Princess Ziyue!"
"Are you kidding me?" Zhang Xiaoyun couldn't help but exclaim.
Zhang Zhiyun, standing to the side, also frowned deeply. He had never expected the head of the guards to make this decision.
The Four Saints Guard of the Ancient Demon Clan are divided into two groups. One group consists of the Four Saints Army composed of ordinary descendants, namely the War Priests leading eight thousand Four Holy Soldiers.
The second wave was different. It consisted of two thousand elite soldiers formed entirely by the direct descendants of the Elder Council. Their strength and potential were far beyond what ordinary Four Saints Army could match. The key was that they could temporarily undergo bloodline reversion, activating the special power within the Four Saints Guard' bodies and reaching the level of a deputy general in the Four Saints Army!
Two thousand lieutenants—what a terrifying force! They are the trump card of the Ancient Demon Clan!
To prepare for the battle against the north, the captain of the guards only took a thousand elite guards with him, leaving the other half to Ziyue.
How absurd that sounds.
Even though Princess Ziyue once enjoyed the highest prestige,...
"Your Highness, please do not question the head guard's orders!" The guard's tone turned icy instantly, causing Zhang Xiaoyun to choke, and then she jumped up in a fit of rage.
The elite guards only obey the chief guard; even the high priest cannot command them. This is because of the chief guard's true identity.
But why would he make such a foolish decision?
No, there must be something wrong here!
"You—" Zhang Xiaoyun glared at Ziyue angrily, "What exactly did you do?"
Ziyue shrugged. "Are you out of your mind? I have no troops, no power, my life and death are in your hands. What can I do?"
Zhang Xiaoyun: "."
Something's not right.
"Perhaps," Zhang Zhiyun frowned, finally offering an explanation. "His Highness handed over Chen Ying without hesitation; the head guard trusts you, doesn't he?"
Trust my ass!
Zhang Xiaoyun rolled her eyes. If she trusted Ziyue, she wouldn't have asked Ziyue for Chen Ying in the first place.
Something's wrong. Something's very wrong!!