Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Jiang Yunsui never in a million years expected the two dogs to bring her to the city’s defensive wall.

But right now, she was draped over one dog’s back like a dead salted fish, not moving an inch.

As the two dogs headed up the wall, every guard along the way could not help but stare at her.

“Where exactly are you taking me?”

Why had they brought her here?

Jiang Yunsui sniffled and suddenly felt the urge to beat the dogs.

Then, all at once, she heard a burst of cursing.

The voice was full of vigor, deep and resonant.

Huh? Someone was yelling in the street?

She forgot all about whether she was cold or not. Tucking her two little hands into her sleeves, she ran over on her short little legs.

There were so many people on the defensive wall. With all those eyes on her, Little Mushroom grew embarrassed and activated her stealth skill.

After that, practically no one noticed Jiang Yunsui.

She made her way to the place where the shouting was coming from.

At a glance, she saw Ji Yan’an sitting in the middle.

And that booming voice was coming from the Barbarian Army below.

It was one of the Barbarians who could speak the language of the Central Plains.

Every word out of his mouth was dripping with mockery.

“Ji Yan’an? So you’re Ji Chengyan’s son. Tsk, tsk… the Ji Family really gets worse with every generation. You’re wrapped up so tight just to step outside. A little brat who hasn’t even grown all his hair yet should go back and play the Young Master properly.

“The battlefield isn’t a place for a sickly weakling like you to play around. Oh, right, do you want to know how your grandfather, your father, and your uncles died? I’ll tell you.

“Your grandfather was a real man, I’ll give him that. He was already so old, yet he still picked up a blade and fought us. In the end, we stabbed him full of holes. And your father? He died with ten thousand arrows through his heart…”

“Shut your damn mouth! The Ji Family died protecting the nation. They are the heroes of Great Liang. As for you lot, you’ve fought generations of the Ji Family for all these years and still haven’t stepped a single inch into Mobei. What exactly are you so proud of?!”

The Barbarians below went on provoking Ji Yan’an. “Ji Yan’an, do you want your grandfather’s head back? You probably don’t know, do you? When your grandfather was sent home, his head didn’t go with him.”

Ji Yan’an stared coldly down at the Barbarian Army, his hands clenched tight inside his sleeves.

Then he suddenly felt something take hold of his hand.

He lowered his eyes and saw Jiang Yunsui holding his hand, her gaze full of worry.

“Ji Yan’an, don’t be angry. In the future, I’ll help you steal your grandfather back!”

The little one’s chubby face was utterly serious.

Ji Yan’an squeezed her hand. “Mm. I’m fine.”

Jiang Yunsui was annoyed just looking at those Barbarians. If she weren’t still so little and her voice weren’t too small, she would have gone over and cursed them out herself.

Song Jin said, “I say, you people came all the way to the city gates just to bark like dogs. Don’t tell me you did it specifically to provoke our Young Master?”

“If we’re talking about tragic deaths, if I remember right, your Left Wise King was captured alive by General Ji. And as for dying with ten thousand arrows through the heart, let me count. There was King Huxie, Prince Yelü…”

In one breath, Song Jin listed several fairly famous leaders of the Barbarians.

He clicked his tongue twice. “Seems like the Ji Family either killed them or captured them, didn’t they? So, I understand why you hate any Ji Family Member so much. After all, your reputation and your dignity were both stomped into the dirt.”

“You… &… %￥#@&”

That one from the Barbarians instantly lost it. Pointing at Song Jin, he launched into a furious tirade, and as he cursed, he even switched into the language of the Barbarians.

Many of the Barbarians below started cursing too.

The people on the city wall could not sit still either. They gathered in groups and pointed down at the Barbarians, cursing right back. The scene was pure chaos, spit flying everywhere.

Whether anyone understood anyone else didn’t matter. Everyone just cursed on their own.

“You pack of shameless, inhuman, worse-than-animals sons of bitches! Why does Heaven still let people like you live? Your whole clan ought to be wiped out!”
“Day in and day out, all you know how to do is covet other people’s things and land. With savages like you in charge, do you even know how to run anything? All you know is robbing. Why don’t you go rob a pile of shit and eat that? If you don’t have a mirror, at least piss on the ground and look at your reflection. Aside from looking vaguely human, what part of you is even the same species as us?”

Jiang Yunsui stared, dumbfounded.

Was there such a thing as trash-talking in war?

Ji Yan’an was actually surprised as well. When he was young, what he heard from his grandfather and others had always been about battle formations, fighting on the battlefield, how many men had been killed, and so on.

But he had never heard that two armies could stand there and curse each other out.

At the very beginning, the Barbarians had indeed been trying to provoke him by deliberately bringing up his relatives who had died in battle.

That could be considered a tactic.

But now, this was purely both sides finding each other unbearable and venting their rage through curses.

Even more outrageous was that the Barbarians below started throwing things as they cursed.

Rocks, horse dung, cow dung, anything they could get their hands on.

“Damn it, good thing our city wall’s high enough. Otherwise, this would be filthy as hell.”

“If you’ve got the nerve to throw shit, why don’t you have the nerve to eat shit?”

The men on top of the wall were no better. No one knew who it was, but someone threw down a stinking sock that had not been washed in ages.

The smell could be detected even from a distance.

Since they were standing on the city wall, they had the advantage when throwing things.

That toss landed straight on the head of one of the Barbarians.

The next second, that one among the Barbarians went red-eyed and cursed even more viciously.

The man who had thrown the sock picked at his ear. “What’s he jabbering about? This old man can’t understand a word. That sock was stiff as a board anyway, should’ve been thrown out ages ago. But that old wife of mine couldn’t bear to throw it away and kept making me wear it longer. Now when I go back, I’ve finally got a reason to get a new pair.”

The Barbarians below were beside themselves with fury. Right there in front of everyone, one of them actually dropped his trousers and urinated at the city gate in provocation.

Ji Yan’an covered Jiang Yunsui’s eyes.

“Don’t look. It’s filthy.”

Jiang Yunsui obediently said, “Oh.”

After a while, seeing that they could not gain any advantage, the Barbarians left in a great, surging crowd.

Song Jin pinched Jiang Yunsui’s cheek.

“What, never seen anything like this before?”

She honestly shook her head.

“The Young Master probably hasn’t either, right? Their main purpose today was most likely to provoke you. News of your poisoning has really been spread far and wide.”

Ji Yan’an’s face was expressionless.

“A pack of fools.”

Who that mockery was aimed at went without saying.

Song Jin gave a cold laugh. “Fools indeed.”

Ji Yan’an was seated in a wheelchair, and Nanmo pushed it along. As they descended the tower, they were still discussing what had just happened.

“Provoking you was one reason. Another was probably to test your true condition.”

“Tonight, I’ll send out a letter in Sun Zhe’s voice and have them look down on you.”

Ji Yan’an gave a soft hum of acknowledgment. “Say that after I returned, I fell gravely ill and took to bed, and that everything in Qiusha is temporarily being handled by you, the strategist.”

Song Jin had previously served under the Third Prince of the Barbarians. The people over there could more or less find out some information about him, so it would make sense to say the strategy came from him.

What Ji Yan’an wanted now was not to stand out as the obvious target.

He had to lie low, both internally and externally.

“In that case, they’ll probably hate me to death.”

Ji Yan’an said mildly, “What? Is Mr. Song afraid?”

Song Jin gave a snort of laughter. “Afraid? I’m not even afraid of death.”

In order to bring down the Great Liang imperial family and those officials, he had once humbled himself before the Barbarian Prince. Now, Ji Yan’an had given him such great authority and allowed him to play freely. He was overjoyed.

Afraid?

Not a chance.