At the moment when the war came into play, Jiang Qingge was still dressed in red as always. The fine feather gauze satin was blown up and torn by the wind in the west city, making a hunting sound. It was full of royal dignity, but also seemed to be stained with the blood of the battlefield. It suddenly became a standing flag on the high city wall. It seemed very gentle, but it was also full of murderous intent.
"Look, it's the princess! Princess Rongyin!"
I don't know who shouted first. The soldiers who had been red-eyed because of the stalemate battle couldn't help but turn around, staring intently at the existence that once represented the highest imperial power.
"The princess is here! I knew that the king would not really leave Yicheng or us!"
"Yes! In addition to the mud wall and soil embryos behind us, there are also our mothers and sisters. If we retreat today and cannot hold on, they will be the ones who will be humiliated."
Heads can be cut off and blood can be shed, but this city defense cannot retreat even a step. If the rebels want to enter the city, they must step on their own bodies.
The laziness, fatigue, and fear caused by the long battle gradually faded away with the appearance of that flash of red. The despair on the faces of the Jiang Dynasty's troops turned into determination and fearlessness at a speed visible to the naked eye. If you look carefully, you can still vaguely see the vague look of death in the eyes.
"Princess Rongyin?" Xie Yun narrowed her eyes subconsciously and looked at the crimson color carefully: "She is really here."
Xiang An stood behind him, still looking so gentle, humble and courteous. If it weren't for the sword in his hand and the blood on his clothes, just by looking at the calm smile on his face, people would almost mistakenly think that he was here to read poems and meet friends.
That day was the first time that the three people who were destined to be entangled in the future met each other.
Purpose: Independent female queen