"Not planning to spare me? Hah..."
Song Lianhe's laughter was jarringly out of place.
'She was so done with this nonsense!'
"General Yan!"
Song Lianhe's voice suddenly rang out. "How boring, sending your men to die for you! You are a general of Nanchen, and I am a princess consort of Da Cheng. Our statuses are the highest here. So why don't you and I fight a duel to the death?"
Xuan Mei's eyes flew wide. "A duel to the death?! Absolutely not!"
Cao Jin also frowned. "That's not a duel. It's suicide."
Clearly, Yan Jiayu on the other side thought so too. He let out a short laugh. "Princess Qing, do you think this will buy you time for King Qing to come to your rescue? He can barely save himself. He can't even scrape together ten thousand fighting men. Facing my fifty-thousand-strong army is just like what you're doing now—it's like throwing an egg against a stone. You're just courting your own doom."
'Fifty thousand...'
