The Road to Rebirth: Spoiling Husband (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 87

Chapter 87

With just one glance, Xiao Wan saw that the lights outside the tent were brightly lit. A group of soldiers wearing blue armor held long spears and surrounded her tent tightly.

And on her chest, there was a sharp silver sword, shining with a cold and murderous aura in this brightly lit tent.

"Deputy General Pan, what do you mean by this!?" Staring at the middle-aged woman holding a sword in front of her, Xiao Wan furrowed her brows and coldly shouted, "Now that the enemy is attacking, why are you pointing your sword at me!"

Pan Long sneered and did not answer Xiao Wan's angry question. Instead, she took out a pen and two pieces of paper from her pocket and threw them at Xiao Wan with a cold face.

"Xiao Wan, if you don't want to die, follow my orders and copy the contents of this letter again." She said, and immediately the cold sword was pressed against Xiao Wan's neck.

With a decisive command and a chilling weapon, Xiao Wan's face instantly darkened. She quickly picked up the paper from the ground and silently read it under Pan Long's threat.

However, when she saw the words that were exactly the same as in her previous life, Xiao Wan gritted her teeth and couldn't help but angrily roar, "Pan Long! You actually want me to forge letters of correspondence with the Southern Frontier General?! Even if I die, I won't fabricate such a heinous crime!"

The cold silver sword lightly brushed against Xiao Wan's neck, causing a series of bloody droplets to appear. Pan Long warned Xiao Wan with her actions, that if Xiao Wan really didn't obey her orders, with just a slight movement of her hand, Xiao Wan's head would be immediately relocated.

The intense pain made Xiao Wan grit her teeth. Her face pale, she clenched her fists tightly, but her gaze was filled with a firm and trusting light, "When Prince Qi and General Zhao return, they will definitely kill all of you traitors who sold out their masters and seek personal gain, and avenge me!"

"Returning? Haha! Xiao Wan, at this point, you still haven't realized?"

--At this point, you still haven't realized? The crime of colluding with the Xiao family and the crime of conspiracy by the eldest princess were all part of my plan.

A familiar female voice sounded outside the tent, stirring up the most painful and hateful memories in Xiao Wan's heart. She narrowed her eyes, tightly clenched her fists, and struggled to restrain the intense killing intent surging within her.

Nails deeply pierced into the palms, after a while, Xiao Wan raised her eyes and stared at the woman who had caused her resentment for two lifetimes. Chu Muqing was dressed in black armor, wearing a golden jade crown, like a triumphant war god, walking into the tent in a dignified manner.

Snowflakes scattered on her cloak, but her sharp eyebrows and bright eyes exuded a confident and victorious light when she glanced at Xiao Wan. Obviously, she had been waiting for this moment for a long time, even appearing in front of Xiao Wan impatiently, confidently declaring her victory.

"Ziqing, why are you here!" Xiao Wan's body trembled, looking at the Kang Prince who should have been in the northern fief. "You and Pan Long. . . you. . ."

Seeing Xiao Wan being held at swordpoint, Chu Muqing felt extremely pleased. She looked down at Xiao Wan, who was forced into a desperate situation, and contemptuously curled her lips: "Pan Long is on my side. He has already copied your battle plans and military maps in advance, and gave them to the commander of the Southern Border. So, you won't see Zhao Ting and Chu Morong return."

The thought of Chu Morong inevitably facing a battle with no chance of survival, with no place to be buried, made Chu Muqing's smile on her face grow bigger and bigger. She couldn't help but approach Xiao Wan, arrogantly lifting her chin: "Yeluda, who learned about your battle plans, has already ambushed tens of thousands of Southern Border cavalry and archers along Chu Morong's route. Now, Chu Morong is probably already trapped in the enemy's encirclement, becoming a trapped turtle."