Chapter 218: The Big Nose is So Sexy
The Crown Prince shot Sun Jiaojiao a look, as if he were truly reprimanding an unruly personal guard. He walked past Sun Jiaojiao and sat directly in the general's chair. Seeing the atmosphere was off, Sun Jiaojiao hurriedly followed like a suck-up, standing ramrod straight behind him. She really did look a bit like a soldier.
"A'xi'er, do you submit?" The Crown Prince raised an eyebrow at the Western Turkic Prince, his brow filled with contempt.
"Hmph! I should have known you were full of treacherous plots!" The Western Turkic Prince had been captured, and his mood was not exactly wonderful. He was like a powder keg. "You cunning man!"
"All's fair in war. There's no rule that says you can set an ambush, but I can't. A'xi'er, accept your defeat." The Crown Prince's lips curved slightly, showing a patience that Sun Jiaojiao couldn't understand.
Why say all this to an enemy? Since he was caught, just kill him. Why all this nonsense, just like in the TV dramas, dithering on and on. What if reinforcements arrived and snatched him back?
Sun Jiaojiao's thoughts ran wild. Her gaze unintentionally landed on A'xi'er's very exotic, large nose, and her thoughts strayed further-they all say that if a man's nose is big, then that thing is also big. I wonder if this Turkic Prince's thing is big or not?
If he were in modern society, he'd be an ethnic minority, right?
She had almost collected boyfriends of all twelve zodiac signs, but she had never dated an ethnic minority man...
The more she looked at A'xi'er, the more appealing he seemed. Even the very thin, twirly mustache on his face became especially cute. As for what The Crown Prince and this Western Turkic Prince talked about, she didn't hear another word.
The two men faced off, talking nonsense for half a day, before The Crown Prince suddenly changed the subject. "A'xi'er, do you know how this Prince knew you were leading ten thousand elite soldiers in an ambush up ahead?"
A'xi'er didn't even think before spitting, "You Central Plains people are sinister and deceitful! You bribed my men, just say it. There's no need to beat around the bush here. I don't want to hear it."
The Crown Prince said, "Those ten thousand elite soldiers, they are all your most trusted troops, aren't they? If this ambush on this Prince fails, you will inevitably suffer a great loss to your strength, a disastrous loss. This Prince not only knows that those ten thousand elites are your trusted men, but I also know where you set the ambush. What if I told you, everything you've seen is just a smokescreen? In reality, this Prince has another two hundred thousand troops that have already formed an encirclement around your men. With just one order, your trusted troops will all be turned to ash. Where do you think the problem lies?"
A'xi'er's brow twitched, and he gritted his teeth. "There's a traitor?"
The Crown Prince reminded this brave and skilled, but not-so-bright, Western Turkic Prince: "As far as this Prince knows, your father, the King, has seven sons. You were originally the bravest and most favored one. But if you were to die in battle, who do you think would be the happiest?"
This time, A'xi'er finally understood. "Big Brother sold me out?"
The Crown Prince smiled, his words full of meaning. "You haven't understood too late."
Instantly, the atmosphere became awkward.
No one would be happy knowing they were betrayed by their half-brother. What's more, what awaited him was an unknown danger. Maybe it was being beheaded and having his head hung on the city wall to boost morale, or maybe it was being tied up and taken back to the enemy's capital as a hostage-neither was a good end.
How could he endure such a stifling death?
He couldn't move his body, but A'xi'er's fists were, without him realizing it, clenching tighter and tighter.
The groundwork was laid. The Crown Prince began to close the net. "A'xi'er, there are two paths before you. Either I give the order to annihilate your men and immediately take your head back to claim credit. Or..."
The Crown Prince paused.
A'xi'er's heart was burning with anxiety. He jumped into the trap and pressed, "Or what?"
Only then did The Crown Prince continue, unhurriedly, "Or you withdraw your troops, and this Prince will lend you a hand to force an abdication. This Prince admires you as a true man, much more pleasing to the eye than that good-for-nothing older brother of yours who only knows how to play dirty tricks from behind. The Western Turkic tribes have been divided for so many years; it's time they were unified."
Sun Jiaojiao almost wanted to applaud The Crown Prince!
Release the tiger back to the mountain, then sit back and watch the dragons fight, reaping the rewards. Brilliant!
But... would this work? What if this A'xi'er guy and his big brother were in cahoots? Wouldn't letting him go be a huge loss? Also, his nose really is so big and high-Sun Jiaojiao's thoughts strayed again.
A'xi'er's brows were tightly locked, as if he was considering whether this deal was worth it. He completely failed to notice the weak little personal guard behind The Crown Prince, staring blankly at his nose...
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