Why do I have so many masters?

"Your Highness, allowing those two to be alone, I'm worried..."

The Seventh Prince chuckled softly, interrupting him, and said,

"Worried that Tuoba Yue would hand over the keys to Baili Feng?"

When he mentioned Baili Feng, his body instinctively stiffened, and although he was trying his best to restrain himself, the close attendant could still vaguely sense the young man's hatred and fear for those three words.

Helian Zhizhi pursed his lips, forcibly suppressing the lingering fear in his mind, and continued,

"Baili Feng is practically a cripple now."

"Furthermore, what can a mere Eighth Rank Military General who has left the battlefield do here? He can't even escape, let alone run for his life. It's nothing but a disorderly flight, an insignificant attempt shaking the tree, completely overestimating himself."

"I will order people to stand guard outside during these days."

"As soon as they dare to escape, they will be immediately shot dead by a volley of arrows. Without handy weapons, and without iron armor, I'd like to see how he could escape. They think they have gone through so much trouble to find a way out, I imagine their expressions at that time will certainly be extremely interesting…"

The voice paused briefly.

Helian Zhizhi's mind once again conjured up the scene of that Qin General charging in.

At that moment, he was almost entirely chilled to the bone. Even though their martial arts skills were not much different, he could only watch like a puppet as the Qin General's knife chopped down, and as the young leader glared angrily, seeking his life.

This scene almost became his nightmare. Helian Zhizhi's palm clenched slightly, and he sneered with gritted teeth,

"Boasting to be a match for a hundred? For a thousand?"

"In the end, we are all just flesh and blood."

The attendant felt a slight shudder upon hearing this.

If Tuoba Yue intended to save Baili Feng, then it would turn such intent into a death trap for Baili Feng, and even Tuoba Yue himself would be plunged into dire peril.

As thoughts whirled in his head, a chill couldn't help but form in his heart, and he subconsciously took a step away from Helian Zhizhi, showing a hint of fear, yet also feeling a sense of pity.

Although the Seventh Prince was calm and scheming, he lacked bravery.

His nature wasn't sufficiently composed and resolute; he could only be categorized as someone who plotted from the shadows, incapable of dominating the battlefield. He could never pose a threat to his supremely strong brothers, and was destined to live beneath others forever.

Yet he himself had lofty aspirations; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to lead an army. In the future, this might become a great misfortune for Great Hun.

The Seventh Prince was unaware of the thoughts in his subordinate's mind. He paused for a moment, then continued to speak in the Northern Hun language,

"Had it not been for Tuoba Yue seeing that Baili Feng was dragged back and saying he recognized him, claimed he was a former classmate from his time studying in Great Qin and might be able to persuade him to surrender, he should have been whipped to death on the spot and hung on a pole for the eagles to peck at his entrails."

"I didn't care about any surrender. It was all for the pleasure of that beauty. If a dispute arose over such trivial matters, it would be a case of losing the larger picture for the sake of a small gain."

Helian Zhizhi's tone was flippant.

Even when speaking of one of the noble ladies from another country, it was as if he referred to a woman in a pleasure house that could be played with at will.

The attendant officer remained silent.

This time, they had laid a trap resulting in the King of the Kingdom of Che Shi dying suddenly, causing endless chaos within the Imperial Court. The Northern Hun lent a hand to help the Great General barely stabilize the situation.

However, they also took advantage of the situation to recruit officials from the Kingdom of Che Shi through various means, eventually forcing the Great General to side with them.

Moreover, they took the opportunity to coerce the Border Army and head towards the Great Qin Border Pass. If they could seize several of Great Qin's strongholds, they could secure the situation, leaving that Great General with no room for regret. Although not perfect, it was considered a successful campaign.

From then on, the Kingdom of Che Shi had almost become a stepping stone and buffer between Great Qin and Northern Hun.

The army could now march directly into Great Qin.

If not for the esteemed status of the King, which made it unsuitable for him to take risks, and since the other Princes were reckless and brutal, this mission would never have fallen to the Seventh Prince to lead. Nevertheless, the Seventh Prince merely represented the Northern Xiongnu Royal Family, and there was still a Fifth Rank expert handling many affairs.

And the Grandmaster? He was a national treasure, not to be risked in danger.

Helian Zhizhi raised his hand, and a server behind him had already brought out the Luminous Cup, presenting it respectfully. Wine was poured into it, slightly agitated, creating delicate ripples, reminiscent of the color and texture of fresh blood.

The young man's face was full of composure, with the air of someone who had the situation well in hand.

In that iron prison, the voice of Tuoba Yue continued to persuade unhurriedly, never stopping for a moment, calmly saying,

"Now that the situation is great, your actions like this won't invite much censure."

"What could be more important than one's own life?"

Suddenly, there was silence in the iron prison.

Helian Zhizhi lifted the cup to drink, the blood-like liquid sliding down his throat, slightly cold, causing his eyes to narrow slightly.

Just then, a clamorous noise suddenly erupted from inside the iron prison, followed by a commotion; the young man slightly paused his movements, his eyebrows lifted in mild surprise.

The sound of a resounding slap echoed in the dungeon, with a determination that caused one's heart to momentarily falter.

The surrounding prison guards even involuntarily shuddered.

Helian Zhizhi looked up, a look of surprise on his face.

He casually placed the Luminous Cup on the table.

From inside the iron prison, loud cursing and angry shouts erupted,

"I have already dedicated my body to the nation, and as a General, I have long cast aside the fear of death."

"If I could be wrapped in horsehide as my corpse shroud, that would be my fortune. To insult me in such a way!"

"Since such words have been spoken, there's no need for us to meet again."

"Get out!"

Helian Zhizhi put down his cup, and with the prison guards behind him, walked to the entrance of the iron prison. There, he saw the black-clad Baili Feng, who had somehow struggled to his feet, his face full of rage as he looked at the woman before him.