"Congratulations to the princess, she wiped out more than 100,000 troops without any effort." Zhang Qilan said with a smile.

Ye Li smiled faintly and shook her head and said, "If there was no general here, it wouldn't be so easy."

The battle continued until the sky was full of sky, and the Xiling defenders finally could not resist the gradual defeat and retreated into the city. The city gates and walls of the small city could hardly play any defensive role. The Mo family army and the Heiyun Cavalry knocked on the city gate in less than an hour and rushed into the small county town again. In fact, there were not many Xiling defenders in the small city, only some streets and alleys heard intermittent fighting from time to time. Ye Li and his party stepped into the city, and the soldiers who had first entered the city came to report, "General Zhu Yan is still on the city tower."

Everyone looked at each other, and Ye Li whispered: "Go and have a look."

Naturally, no one else had any objection. He followed Ye Li to the city tower. On one corner of the city tower, Zhu Yan stood with his hands behind his back in an old battle robe, looking into the direction of Biancheng in the distance. Even Ye Li and others seemed to have not heard it when they came up. Ye Li was not in a hurry, but just looked at the old man's back calmly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhu Yan slowly turned around and looked at everyone. Finally, he turned his eyes to Ye Li, who was dressed in white, and asked in a deep voice: “Is this... a girl Miss Yang? Or the Princess of Ding?” Ye Li bowed and said respectfully with a faint smile: “My younger generation, Ye Li, have seen General Zhu.”

Zhu Yan nodded and smiled and said, "Is it indeed the Princess of Ding? He is so young... It turns out that he is a young talent. The Princess of Ding is blessed..."

Ye Li whispered: "Senior, I'm sorry."

Zhu Yan looked at her with an indescribable strange feeling in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment before asking: "My incompetent grandson, don't know what the princess will do?" Ye Li sighed slightly and whispered: "Young Master Zhu has... died in battle. I hope the old general will mourn you."

Zhu Yan's body trembled slightly, and his hand holding the spear couldn't help but tremble. After all, he just sighed to the sky and said, "Did you die in battle...well...I hurt him, originally he could..." His only grandson was smart and wise when he was young. If it weren't for him, or because of the Jingguo Army, he could have lived freely and fame and fortune. It was just because of him, for his wishes and ambitions, Zhu Ling hid in the mountains at the age of twelve or thirteen and did not see outsiders. Even if he died in the battlefield, no one would know his name, and he would never get the identity and glory he deserved.

"General..." Ye Li sighed, "Young Master Zhu has been killed in battle. Please mourn the general. You Ling in the sky must not want the general to be sad for him."

Zhu Yan shook his head and said, "Princess Ding, you don't have to persuade me. I am nearly 70 years old and have lived enough. Since I am defeated today, I have nothing to say." Feng Zhiyao frowned slightly and said aloud: "Why should General Zhu do this? The Mo family army is not a person who can kill them all."

Zhu Yan looked at Feng Zhiyao and couldn't help but feel happy. He smiled and said, "What is this general's meaning? Could it be that the Mo family army still wants to persuade the surrender? I, an old man, have no effect on the Mo family army. What's more... I have been fighting for Xiling for half my life, but it would be ridiculous that I will not be able to protect my later years."

Ye Li lowered his eyes and said lightly: "The general misunderstood. The old general is noble and honest. The Mo family army dared not persuade the general to surrender. Now that you and I have already decided to win and lose. The old general had already left the armor and returned to the field. He also asked the old general to leave here, and the Dingwang Mansion would not be in a dilemma." Zhu Yan looked at Ye Li and asked, "Are you afraid that I will make a comeback after leaving and oppose the Mo family army?"

Ye Li shook her head and said, "I believe in the old general."

After a while of silence on the city tower, Zhu Yan finally burst into laughter and shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness in the princess. Unfortunately... Zhu Yan was born as General Jingtian of Xiling, and died as General Jingtian of Xiling! Today, Zhu Yan was defeated, and Wuyan met the elders and the late emperor of Xiling again. It would be better if he didn't want this life!"

"The Old General..."

Zhu Ling looked at the woman in white in front of him calmly, with a faint regret and helpless look in her eyes, "But, it's a pity..." Grandson was raised by himself, how could he not understand? When Ling'er mentioned the woman named Yang Xianya to him, he knew that the woman was a little different in his eyes. Now he finally saw the woman who could make his grandson look at him differently, but it was a pity... good fortune made people...

"Old General Zhu?!" In the shocked eyes of everyone, the old man, who was already in his seventies, suddenly jumped and fell out of the city. Ye Li stepped forward and moved his sleeves slightly. After all, she stopped. Everyone walked forward and stood on the city head and looked down. At the gate of the city, the old man lay quietly, and blood slowly flowed under him. The land under him dyed red and the white hair on his head.

Ye Li silently looked at the old man who had lost his life under the city wall, his eyes gloomy.

"Princess..." Feng Zhiyao asked with some concern.

Ye Li turned around calmly and said, "Restrain, let's have a grand funeral."

"Affect the order."
Chapter completed!