Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 268 Blood debt must be paid with blood

Jiang Lige sneered and spoke softly.

"So what if I'm alone? Not only did your Han family harm the entire Xu family, but you also framed my mother and even wasted her time. Now you're sparing her life only because you're afraid of the official condemnation. This blood debt, this princess will avenge today!"

Concubine Han said, "Everyone inside and outside this tent is my people. If you hurt me, do you think you can escape?"

"The answer to this question may be too late for the Imperial Concubine to know."

As he spoke, Jiang Lige's eyes were as cold as frost, and the tip of the hairpin suddenly sank, piercing Concubine Han's neck fiercely. The blood that overflowed dyed her gorgeous clothes red, and also dyed her terrified face red.

"You...how dare you!" Concubine Han's voice trembled, her eyes full of disbelief.

Jiang Lige, however, looked calm. He looked at Concubine Han coldly and spoke word by word.

"Han, the Xu family has lost hundreds of lives, and my mother has endured endless suffering. These debts must be repaid with your blood!"

Before she finished speaking, she turned her wrist and the hairpin pierced Concubine Han's throat.

Concubine Han's face was full of resentment and astonishment. She opened her mouth and pointed at Jiang Lige's nose as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't say anything.

The once arrogant and domineering imperial concubine fell in a pool of blood, like an extinguished candle, with no possibility of rekindling.

At the moment the blood gushed out, the glaring red splashed all over Jiang Lige's face, and even his lips were covered with the thick smell of blood.

It was extremely disgusting, but there was no fear in her eyes, only endless relief.

Nanchu sent troops to attack Shengling because of the obstruction of the Han family. If there were no Han family, there would be no battle, no so many displaced people, and no so many heroes who died on the battlefield.

So what if it’s stained with blood? So what if it’s not clean?

She has her own path to follow, and her heart is bright, so she is not afraid of this.

Jiang Lige slowly pulled back the hairpin, letting the blood drip down her fingertips, forming gorgeous blood flowers on her clothes.

He looked at the guards surrounding him with cold eyes and spoke softly with his lips parted.

"Your master is dead. This princess has no grudge against you. If you attack her today, you will be aiding and abetting the evil. When the emperor learns of this, he will certainly not forgive you. Risking your life for a job is not a good deal for you."

Jiang Lige, covered in blood, looked like a devil in the eyes of the guards. Seeing this, the guards were all horrified and no one dared to act rashly.

Looking at Jiang Lige, who was holding the blood-stained hairpin tightly, walking out step by step with a sharp gaze, the guards all lowered their heads in silence, not daring to look directly at him.

"What a pity! Princess Zhaohua might not be able to leave here."

Just as Jiang Lige was about to step out of the hall, a burst of hurried footsteps coming from afar broke the silence in the tent.

Immediately afterwards, a man with a sullen face rushed in with a team of bodyguards.

"Master Han!"

Someone among the guards called out in panic.

As soon as Jiang Lige heard it, he knew who this person was: Han Zhuo, the brother of Concubine Han.

These two siblings, one is a disaster in the harem, the other is seizing power and accepting bribes, neither of them is a good person.

In comparison, Concubine Han's misfortune in the harem only increased Han Zhuo's bargaining chips in the struggle for power in the previous dynasty.

So compared to Concubine Han, Han Zhuo deserves to die more!

Jiang Lige said calmly, "Master Han is so arrogant."

Han Zhuo stared at Jiang Lige, his eyes burning with anger, almost spitting fire.

"According to etiquette, the Imperial Concubine is the Princess's mother. The Princess murdered her mother without any reason. For this reason alone, even if the Princess died here today, no one would say a word for her."

Jiang Lige's expression remained unchanged as he glanced at Han Zhuo indifferently.

"This princess is the legitimate daughter of the queen, and I only have one queen mother. As for Han... she is not worthy."

"Whether she's worthy or not is not up to Princess Zhaohua to decide. Today, I will avenge my poor sister!"

Jiang Lige sneered, "Lord Han, you really do look like a loving brother who cares for his sister. I just wonder, if Concubine Han knew that even her own death was plotted by her own brother, would she rise from the underworld and come after you?"

"Nonsense! I want your life to avenge my sister!"

"More than that, right?" Jiang Lige stared at Han Zhuo with a sharp gaze. "Can you say you don't intend to use this to further provoke disputes between the two countries and profit from the national crisis?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Han Zhuo laughed in anger, argued loudly, and then waved his hand to signal the guards behind him to come forward, while fabricating false charges against Jiang Lige.

"Today, Princess Zhaohua murdered the Imperial Concubine and stole military secrets with the intent of collaborating with the enemy. Fortunately, I arrived in time and was able to prevent the leak of military secrets. However, Princess Zhaohua persisted in her delusion, not only injuring many people but also attempting to burn down the granary, plunging the Southern Chu army into a precarious situation. The soldiers under her command acted without restraint, and after repeated attempts to dissuade her, they accidentally killed Princess Zhaohua. Tsk, tsk, what a pity."

"It's hard for Lord Han to find so many righteous excuses."

Jiang Lige sneered and said this, then turned his head to glance at the guards who were ready to make a move and gave them a reminder.

"Do you all understand? Lord Han cleared himself of all charges with just one sentence: 'The soldiers under him didn't care how they acted,' and then pushed you to take the blame. He can continue to rest easy, but what about you? You became his knives for nothing, not only did you not gain any benefits, but in the end, you became the scapegoat for this disaster that affected your entire family. He really treats you like fools!"

Jiang Lige's voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, sounding the alarm in their hearts.

The guards looked at each other, but no one dared to take the initiative.

Are you kidding me? Who can bear the crime of assassinating the royal family?

They have no more chance to explain than Han Zhuo. They are chess pieces with little influence and may be sacrificed at any time.

Han Zhuo's expression darkened even further upon seeing this, his gaze sweeping across the crowd like a knife. "What? You guys want to rebel too? Have you forgotten that your families are still in the capital?"

A trace of struggle flashed in the guards' eyes, but they finally gritted their teeth, said "I'm sorry", and attacked Jiang Lige with swords in hand.

The guards who could serve Han Zhuo were no ordinary people. As the swords flashed, the entire tent was shrouded in endless murderous intent.

The moment the long sword pointed at Jiang Lige's nose, she thought a little melancholy.

If she died here today, her life would be a minor matter. Letting Han Zhuo act as a raft and incite war between the two countries would be the greatest tragedy, just like...

All her efforts in her new life were just a laughing stock in the end.

She couldn't save anyone, nor could she retain anything.

Do not!

She can't give up!