Princess, come home quickly, the God of War Prince is going to be jealous to death!

"Yes, with such a big fire, it would be a pity if we don't use it to put down the prestige of Crown Prince Yue Huan." After saying this, Long Xueyan glanced at the fifty or so people behind her, with a gleam of light in her eyes, "Yue'er, these people are secret guards, and they are good at fighting. How about taking them with you?"

"Don't you need to talk to father?" Wen Zhiyue turned her gaze to Long Xueyan.

"What else is there to say? Let's go now." After saying that, he led his men towards the direction of the fire without waiting for Wen Zhiyue to stop him.

Wen Zhiyue looked at her mother, sighed and shook her head. How come her mother's character was still as straightforward as ever? If her father knew that it was her who came up with this idea, would she be punished again? When she thought of being punished by her father, she quickly caught up with Long Xueyan. As long as her mother was not injured, it would be easy to explain to her father.

In less than an hour, the fire spread all the way to Yue Huan's camp with the wind. Yuwen Jing, who had just regained consciousness, was carried out of the camp by several guards. Seeing that the situation was not good, the second prince rode away on his horse.

"Your Highness, the Second Prince has fled back to Kyoto." Phantom's eyes were full of resentment. If the Second Prince had listened to Your Highness, he would not have been in such a mess.

"Humph, run away. It won't take long before Tianyu's soldiers will be at the gates of the city. Yue Huan will have no place to hide." Yuwen Jing exhaled lightly, "Forget it, Yue Huan is probably finished."

"Your Highness, do we still want to fight?" Phantom asked softly.

"If we don't want to fight, pass the order down and retreat twenty miles." Yuwen Jing hoped that Wen Hong could give him some time so that the army could regain its desire to fight, instead of retreating without a fight and fleeing everywhere like they were doing now.

But he could never have imagined that Wen Zhiyue's arrival disrupted his plan. Wen Hong was worried that Yue Huan would join forces with Xizhu to attack the northern border of Tianjing. Now Wen Hong is stationed at the Beijing border, and Wen Zhiyue is in charge of the pursuit of Yue Huan, directly chasing Yue Huan's army of hundreds of thousands so that he has no time to consider how to fight.

"Your Highness, Tianyu soldiers are chasing us relentlessly. They don't give us a chance to breathe. Let's just escape." Phantom said the word "escape" with great difficulty.

Yu Wenjing's heart skipped a beat, and his old injury was aroused. He stood up tremblingly and lamented, "I'm afraid Yue Huan is a group of scattered people who can never be brought together."

"Your Highness, why don't we flee back to Kyoto and take everyone to defend Kyoto Chicheng. Tianyu's soldiers are out of food and grass, and if they can't take the city for a long time, they will definitely give Yue Huan a chance to negotiate.

"It's too late. Everything is too late." Yuwen Jing looked at the white snow in the distance, a wave of pain surged in his heart. He thought of the pair of eyes full of hatred when Wen Zhiyue died in the previous life. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he fainted.

Most of Yue Huan's army of hundreds of thousands were captured on the way. Some of the soldiers who were not captured fled everywhere, while some resisted stubbornly and were chased by Wen Zhiyue all the way to the city of Yue Huan's capital.

Looking at the tightly closed city gate, Wen Zhiyue raised her sword and said, "Compared to other soldiers, you are loyal enough. If you surrender now, I can let you go home. You soldiers can continue to be filial to your parents and enjoy the blessing of your children and grandchildren."

"Don't be fooled by this woman. If we surrender now, the archers behind him will make sure we are killed without a complete body." An old veteran who led the team scolded.

"Okay, since you all don't want to live, the emperor you are supposed to protect in the city will kill you without me having to do anything." Wen Zhiyue smiled contemptuously.

"No, Emperor Yue Huan loves his people like his own children. We are so loyal, how could he order people to kill us?" The old general continued to respond aggressively.

"If you don't believe me, then turn around and look up at the city. Do the movements of those people seem familiar?" After Wen Zhiyue finished speaking, she took a few steps back and waved her right hand. A shield formation was quickly formed and arrows flew down from the city. The old general who had just argued stared at the soldiers on the city with wide eyes and wanted to say something, but fell down instead.

Wen Zhiyue commanded the army and slowly withdrew from the archers' range under the cover of shields.

Ling Yi looked up ahead, at the tightly closed city gates and towering city walls, "Girl, I'm afraid this city is easy to defend but hard to attack."

"So what if it's difficult to attack? Today I have the opportunity to destroy Yue Huan. Even if Your Majesty orders me to withdraw my troops now, I will still attack Yue Huan's palace to prevent it from becoming a threat in the future." Wen Zhiyue stared at the city ahead with her cold eyes, her blood boiling. This had been her wish since her rebirth. As long as she could capture this city and kill Yuwen Jing, the knot in her heart from the previous life would be resolved.

"Luochuan, mobilize enough food for one month and stop all the people nearby who can deliver messages. If Tianyu writes, stop him no matter what method you use. You will never return to the court until you attack Yuehuan Palace." Wen Zhiyue cast her gaze towards Luochuan and Ling Yi.

"Yes."

"Yes."

Although Ling Yi and Luo Chuan didn't know why the girl was so obsessed with attacking Yue Huan Palace, they understood what the girl meant by raising a tiger to cause trouble and end up in tragedy.

On the city wall, the Second Prince and Lan Qingyun stood on a high place, looking at the dark masses of Tianyu soldiers not far below the city, and were also shocked.

"Lan Qingyun, you told me that there are not many guards in the northern border of Tianyu, and they will not attack Yuehuan easily." The second prince looked at Lan Qingyun complainingly, "Look at the soldiers under the city, there are not 500,000, but at least 400,000 people."

"The Long family army in Wuyin Mountain has not come out of the mountain. Where did these soldiers come from?" Lan Qingyun thought with blurry eyes. His plan was just to make Yuwen Jing lose the position of crown prince and promote the second prince to the throne. Now Tianyu wants to take advantage of the situation to attack Yue Huan. He had never expected it. What went wrong? He was a little worried in his heart.

"No matter what, I trusted you, that's why I recommended you to my father. Now hundreds of thousands of troops have been lost, and it's too late to mobilize troops outside the city, and there's no one available in the city. How do you want me to explain to my father?" The second prince interrupted Lan Qingyun's thoughts and forced him to think of a solution.

"The only way now is to seek rescue from outside. Send a few people out of the city tonight before dark to ask for help from the nearest guards." Lan Qingyun said calmly, but he had the idea of ​​escaping in his mind. He didn't want to be buried with the dead.

"This is the only way." The second prince looked helplessly at the Tianyu soldiers downstairs, frowning and sighing continuously.

Half an hour later, dozens of catapults slowly drove out from the rear of the army and were arranged in order. Behind the catapults came out a battering ram pushed by dozens of people and drove directly towards the city gate.

Wen Zhiyue looked at the soldiers on the city wall indifferently and smiled contemptuously. In the past three years, she had set up many secret bases around Yuehuan. Some of them were for craftsmen, some for hand-spinning, and some for blacksmithing. These bases were not for making money, but only for making usable weapons and supplying them to the army in Zhuyun Manor.