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"Which one is the third? Do not disrupt my army's morale!" Zhuge Liang replied loudly, his voice steady despite the chaos.
Amidst the roar of warhorses, a woman's voice sharply called out, "The third who destroys other people's families dares to shout on the battlefield? How shameless!"
Zhuge Liang angrily retorted, "Is that you, Lady Zhurong? Since you've come, why do you hide and skulk? I, Zhuge Kongming, have come to quell the rebellion at the behest of my lord. What nonsense about a third? Such slander is truly treasonous! You deserve to be punished!"
As the enemy forces closed in, a rider on a white horse emerged from their ranks. On horseback was the stunningly beautiful Lady Zhurong. Approaching the front lines, she pointed at Zhuge Liang and scolded, "Zhuge Liang, do you still dare to speak? If it weren't for rumors of your infatuation with my husband’s beauty, would we have risen up against you?"
"What nonsense are you spouting! When did I ever covet Meng Huo's beauty? We share mutual feelings; it is you, the jealous woman, who is narrow-minded. How has this become my fault?" Zhuge Liang replied weakly.
Even Li Hong, an outsider in this affair, could see through the situation. In an instant, he quickly pulled his hand away from Meng Huo's grasp and distanced himself with a look of disdain.
Lady Zhurong was taken aback for a moment before her beautiful eyes glanced at Meng Huo, who dared not meet her gaze. Shocked, she exclaimed, "Husband, you can't be serious about being swayed by this fellow! Have you betrayed our years of marriage? Betrayed our entire tribe?"
"My lady..."
Meng Huo stammered, unable to face the heartbroken expression on Lady Zhurong's face.
"I won't listen! Zhuge Demon, I will not rest until we are enemies!"
With a furious roar, Lady Zhurong mounted her warhorse and charged forward.
Zhuge Liang raised his feather fan and pointed at the approaching Lady Zhurong while smiling at his soldiers. "Jealous woman! How ridiculous! Someone go and capture her!"
A gentle breeze swept by as the Shu Army soldiers all took a step back in unison, as if they had coordinated their retreat around Zhuge Liang.
What a joke! This mess was of your own making; why should we step in to shield you?
Gradually, Zhuge Liang's confident smile began to falter. He turned around and saw that all his soldiers had distanced themselves from him before he finally realized what was happening.
"Damn it! You all sold me out!"
The sound of hooves kicked up clouds of dust. With Lady Zhurong drawing closer, Zhuge Liang had no time to blame the Shu Army soldiers. What mattered now was how to survive under Lady Zhurong's wrath. Despite appearing calm and collected on the outside, he was panicking inside. After all, he was just a short-legged strategist—how was he supposed to run?
Unfortunately, with Lady Zhurong's warhorse closing in rapidly, Zhuge Liang had no chance to think further.
As the warhorse galloped past him, Zhuge Liang's original position was left empty. Just as everyone wondered where he had gone, a figure appeared on a distant hilltop—holding a feather fan and looking utterly disheveled. It was none other than the missing Zhuge Liang himself.
Standing atop the hill, Zhuge Liang laughed heartily, "Hahaha, I have a flash! Come on, you shrew, if you dare to chase me! I'm not bragging; if you can hit me, then you've won!"
Below the hill, Lady Zhurong's face flushed red, clearly infuriated by Zhuge Liang's words.
She lifted one leg slightly and gracefully leaped down from her warhorse. Just when Zhuge Liang thought she was going to charge at him with her blade, Lady Zhurong calmly unfastened the satchel on her back and pulled out several gleaming steel throwing knives.
Within the Shu Army camp, many soldiers had quietly covered their eyes. They anticipated Zhuge Liang's impending misfortune and could not bear to watch. Li Hong twitched his mouth and began to silently mourn for Zhuge Liang atop the hill.
What does it mean to be watched while one acts? Zhuge Liang was living proof of that! Indeed, one should never be too arrogant!
Due to the distance, Zhuge Liang could not see what Lady Zhurong had taken out. Seeing her standing still, he thought she had given up. Thus, he stood atop a large rock on the hill, letting the gentle breeze lift his blue robe. With his feather fan fluttering elegantly, he proclaimed in a pretentious manner, "Jealous woman, do not be so reckless. I am the Grand Chancellor of the Han; my interest in your husband is a favor to you. If you do not appreciate it, that is one thing, but to speak ill of me is truly unbecoming."
"Whoosh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a glint of cold light appeared in Zhuge Liang's eyes.
He waved his feather fan dismissively. However, just as he was about to continue his lengthy speech, a piercing pain shot through his knee.
"Damn it! You’re actually a ranged attacker!"
Zhuge Liang cried out in pain, disbelief written all over his face. This damn woman was clearly a melee assassin; how did she suddenly become a ranged shooter? If it weren't for the throwing knife lodged in his knee, he would hardly believe what was happening.
"You shameless bitch! Is this kind of trickery not nerfed?"
After cursing angrily, Zhuge Liang found himself helpless. He could only protect his vital areas and look for a safe place to hide.
As he turned to find safety, Lady Zhurong's gaze turned icy. She drew a shiny new throwing knife and aimed it at Zhuge Liang’s vulnerable spot before hurling it with all her might.
The knife flew like a streak of light, carrying an overwhelming chill. In the expectant eyes of everyone present, it accurately struck its target. Whether Lady Zhurong had exceptional aim or simply good luck was unclear; regardless, the knife slid right into Zhuge Liang’s vulnerable area.
Then everyone present heard a heart-wrenching wail escape from Zhuge Liang.
The wail was hauntingly low and mournful; through it, everyone could feel the unbearable pain that Zhuge Liang was enduring.
All the men present quickly covered their groins and looked at Lady Zhurong with wary eyes.
Damn! This woman is ruthless! With that strike, Zhuge Liang would truly be finished!
"What's everyone staring at? Do you believe I'll take you all down one by one?" Lady Zhurong said, displeased, as she was met with strange looks from the crowd.
Deputy General Ma Su of the Shu Army stepped out from the central army, his gaze unfriendly. "How dare you, witch! Who do you think you are? Do you think you can just pick and choose who to attack?"
Lady Zhurong turned her head to glance at Ma Su and then asked Meng Huo with irritation, "Who is this? How many men have you been flirting with?"
Meng Huo's face twisted in distress as he explained bitterly, "My dear wife, can we not make a scene? I have always been well-behaved; how could I possibly be out there flirting with wild men? It hurts my heart to hear such slander."
"Hurt your heart? I think you secretly enjoy it! Every night, you sneak out to meet Zhuge Liang. Do you really think I’m asleep? If I count carefully, you've offered your pillow six or seven times already!" Lady Zhurong spat disdainfully.
"Oh."
Everyone erupted in a frenzy!
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