A group of people left the post station and rode their horses quickly towards Giant Peak Mountain. Mo Chou also ordered one of his subordinates to go to the camp and inform General An to bring some troops.
Giant Peak Mountain was not far from the post station. From a distance, it resembled a giant, standing proudly between heaven and earth in the dark night.
Qingyao and her subordinates dismounted and ascended the mountain. They reached the summit of Giant Peak Mountain, a wide, flat clearing. At this moment, Xiao Yur was being watched by a man. Her small body seemed very frightened, gazing fearfully at Shangguan Hao, who stood in the darkness. Shangguan Hao looked at all this with satisfaction. Because Xiao Yur was a child, she had no defenses; she was neither bound nor harmed.
His target was Mu Qingyao's life.
In the darkness, Qingyao appeared with a chilling aura, followed by a group of subordinates. They stood rigidly facing each other.
"Shangguan Hao, release my daughter. She is so young. You want to deal with me, so come at me. Why attack a child?"
Qingyao's tone was clear and cold, neither angry nor pleased, her eyes flickering with mockery and disdain. Only those who knew her well understood that she was angry, very angry. She was the type of person who became calmer the angrier she got.
Across from them, Xiao Yur saw Qingyao appear, her heart in her mouth, afraid her mother would do something impulsive. She subtly reached behind her waist. Ever since Hua Wenbo had kidnapped her last time, she had seriously considered things. If she was going to follow her mother, she wouldn't drag her down. None of these people would ever harm her again. The corners of her lips curled into a cold sneer, and she glared furiously at Shangguan Hao.
Unfortunately, the man's entire attention was on Mu Qingyao, completely ignoring the small figure beside him. Even his subordinates stood up, focusing on the group opposite them, forgetting the hostage in their hands.
Xiao Yur was neither rushed nor impatient, remaining extraordinarily calm. She was waiting for the best opportunity.
Shangguan Hao looked at Mu Qingyao opposite him and let out a triumphant, sinister grin. His usually gentle face was hideous.
"Mu Qingyao, today you have only two choices: either you die, or your daughter dies."
After speaking, he reached out to lift Xiao Yur beside him. Xiao Yur's small body recoiled. In the critical moment, she suddenly drew a spear, no more than a foot long, from behind her and shot it at Shangguan Hao. Gunpowder exploded, and Shangguan Hao was hit. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, staring at the still-smoking barrel, while Shangguan Hao's subordinates were also stunned.
The mountain wind blew, and Shangguan Hao staggered back a step, collapsing to the ground. At the same moment, Qingyao moved like a broken bamboo, flashing over to embrace her daughter and swiftly retreating. Xiao Yur was not giving up; she aimed at Shangguan Hao again and fired another shot. With a bang, it exploded again. Because it wasn't very accurate, it hit his thigh.
In the darkness, angry curses rang out. As soon as Xiao Yur's feet touched the ground, she stood with her hands on her hips.
"You dare kidnap me, this young lady? I'll shoot you! Did you think I was easy to bully?" After scolding, she continued to aim her sight. However, this time it was a deliberate intimidation of the people opposite. Because the gun could only fire two gunpowder charges, her action alone startled the group opposite. Several subordinates quickly retreated to their master's side, anxiously asking, "Master, are you alright?"
Shangguan Hao's features were contorted with pain. With a smack, he slapped the inquirer. He had been hit once in the left flank and once in the thigh. Could he be alright? Large beads of sweat rolled down. Qingyao saw this as a rare opportunity and gave them no room to breathe. With a wave of her hand, she commanded, "Go, kill them."
As soon as her words fell, those behind her charged forward, and An Dingfeng also led a group of people up the mountain.
At this moment, everyone surrounded Shangguan Hao's subordinates, and Mu Qingyao, her face grim, strode towards Shangguan Hao. She saw that due to the two gunpowder shots from Xiao Yur, he was unable to move. Blood flowed profusely, and he was somewhat dazed. He forced himself to remain calm.
"It seems today is my day to die."
"You are quite clever," Qingyao said coldly. With a flash of silver light, her long sword lunged forward. Who knew Shangguan Hao would not give her such an opportunity? He rolled on the ground and plunged straight down a thousand-foot abyss. Beneath the dark cliff, the wind blew through the desolate terrain, and not a single figure could be seen.
Meanwhile, An Dingfeng and his men had already killed Shangguan Hao's subordinates. The deserted Giant Peak Mountain was a scene of bloody desolation.
"General An, bring your men down tomorrow to search and see if his body can be found. Whether alive or dead, we need to see his body to confirm if he is dead," Qingyao commanded coldly, then turned to look at Xiao Yur beside her, surprised that it was Xiao Yur who had helped her this time.
Shangguan Hao was not someone who could be easily eliminated. What happened tonight was entirely due to his carelessness. He probably never dreamed that a three-year-old child could do something so peculiar.
"Are you alright?"
Qingyao asked with concern. Xiao Yur tilted her head up, "I'm fine, Mother, don't worry. Let's go down the mountain."
"Yes, let's go."
Qingyao did not ask Xiao Yur about the gunpowder gun. This gunpowder gun was actually very elementary, only used for self-defense and not very powerful, but it had helped them today. However, others were extremely surprised, but who would dare question the princess and the marshal about this matter?
As dawn broke, the group descended the mountain. An Dingfeng led his men to search at the base of the Giant Peak Cliff. As a result, the cliff was too deep, making it impossible to descend, so they gave up. Since the cliff was so deep, it was assumed that the man would not survive.
They had unexpectedly achieved victory through peril and killed the troublesome Shangguan Hao. Without Shangguan Hao, Wanhe Kingdom was not something to fear. Previously, there had been Prince Xiang and Prince Wu guarding it, but after Shangguan Hao returned to the palace, Prince Xiang had died of illness, and Prince Wu had also contracted a terrible disease. Currently, Wanhe Kingdom was leaderless, which presented them with an opportunity.
They were waiting for the surrender document from Yueyang Kingdom. As soon as they surrendered, they would immediately attack Wanhe Kingdom.
Three days later, Yueyang Kingdom did indeed send an envoy with a surrender document, voluntarily submitting to Xian Yue and becoming a vassal state of Xian Yue. The royal family would cease to exist and would be replaced by a royal court. All members of the royal family would be addressed as princes. The surrender document also stated that after surrendering, only five thousand troops would remain, with the rest serving the court.
Qingyao looked at the envoy's submissive demeanor and was very satisfied. It seemed Yueyang Kingdom sincerely intended to surrender. If that were the case, they had no reason not to attack.
Qingyao gave the order to begin attacking from the border between Danfeng Kingdom and Wanhe Kingdom.
As soon as the war broke out here, Wanhe Kingdom immediately recalled its troops attacking Yueyang Kingdom. Yueyang Kingdom, after a few days of recuperation, flanked them. This way, Wanhe Kingdom was effectively caught in a pincer movement.
Meanwhile, the crown prince Shangguan, whom the emperor had placed great hope in, had disappeared. The entire Wanhe Kingdom was in a state of panic and disarray.
Qingyao's troops grew stronger with each battle, charging forward and heading towards the capital of Wanhe Kingdom.
On September 10th, after four months, Wanhe Kingdom disintegrated once again.
To prevent the dead snakes from reviving, Qingyao ordered the massacre of everyone in the Wanhe Kingdom's imperial palace, with no casualties among the common people. The war subsided in a short period.