Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Princess Changle was startled, and the excuse she had prepared was completely forgotten. She suppressed her panic, raised the corners of her mouth, and said softly, "How dare I? Your Majesty, why do you wrong me?" Her eyes seemed to be filled with a hint of resentment, and the last word of her voice was slightly raised, revealing an inexplicable temptation, as if she was trying to resolve the danger in front of her with soft words.

However, Chu Ze was not moved at all. He suddenly leaned over to approach her, and the extremely close distance made Princess Changle take a step back involuntarily.

"If I knew you were colluding with my enemies," he lifted a strand of her hair that fell on her chest and whispered, "no matter how interesting or beautiful you are, I will let you know the price of betraying the emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

Princess Changle's whole body was stiff, as if she had fallen into an ice cave. But she didn't want to show her weakness in front of Chu Ze. She took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Your Majesty can say this about me. I am really grateful. However, I don't think I have the capital to betray you."

As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows, as if she took Chu Ze's warning as a flirtation.

Seeing that she still dared to be so stubborn, Chu Ze's mouth curve became more dangerous. He didn't say anything more, just stood up and turned away.

"I hope so," he said before leaving, his words so ruthless that they made people feel cold and frightened, "otherwise I will take off your head with my own hands."

As she watched him disappear majestically into the distance, Princess Changle's smile gradually froze, and a huge wave of emotions rose in her heart. She had never seen a man who could control her life and death so casually. His cold-bloodedness, his tyranny, and his unquestionable kingly temperament actually made her feel faintly fascinated.

At this time, Chu Ze did not return to the imperial city, but went straight into the depths of the military camp, where a lone general was standing. When the man in iron armor saw Chu Ze, he knelt down on one knee in a hurry: "Your Majesty."

Chu Ze looked down at him, his eyes flashing coldly: "I have already ordered a thorough investigation of this rebellion, and you dared to let a suspicious woman hide behind you! Tell me, what crime should you be charged with?"

The general trembled all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, while Chu Ze approached step by step. Before he could speak, the sound of hurried horse hooves and excited shouts suddenly rang out outside the house: "Your Majesty, there is an urgent military report!"

Chu Ze stopped, turned his gaze toward the door, and said in a cold voice: "Come in!"

The envoy knelt down as soon as he entered the room, holding the letter high with both hands: "Your Majesty, there is a sudden change in the enemy army!"

He hurriedly handed over the military report with trembling hands, and Chu Ze snatched it and read it carefully. It was written: The enemy commander suddenly fell ill, the army was demoralized, and requested peace!
Chu Ze's mouth curled up into a cold smile. This peace talk came at the perfect time. He crumpled up the military newspaper in his hand and threw it on the ground. His eyes swept coldly over the generals and the envoys kneeling on the ground: "Peace talk? Are they worthy?"

The general trembled all over and kowtowed quickly: "Your Majesty is wise! I will lead the army to kill the enemy without leaving a single piece of armor!"

"No," Chu Ze waved his hand, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, "I want to go and see for myself what this so-called 'evil disease' looks like."

After saying this, he strode out of the military camp, leaving the generals and the envoy looking at each other in bewilderment.

The next day, Chu Ze, wearing a black dragon robe and riding a tall horse, led the elite troops to the enemy camp. From a distance, the enemy camp was dead silent and lifeless, completely different from the previous clamorous scene.

Chu Ze pulled the reins and stopped in front of the enemy camp gate, scanning the closed camp gate with a sharp gaze. The soldiers behind him could no longer hold back, and were ready to fight, waiting for Chu Ze's order to raze the camp to the ground.

"Open the door!" Chu Ze gave an order, the sound was like thunder, making the enemy camp gate buzz.

After a while, the camp gate slowly opened, and an old man in ragged clothes and with a haggard face trembled out. He staggered, as if he would fall down at any time. Where was the dignity of a commander?

"Are you the enemy commander?" Chu Ze looked down at the old man with disdain in his tone.

The old man raised his head with difficulty, looked at Chu Ze with cloudy eyes, and said weakly: "It is this old man... cough cough..."

As he spoke, he began to cough violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs. "You're pretending very well," Chu Ze snorted coldly, dismounted, and walked up to the old man, "I want to see if your illness is real or not."

As he spoke, he grabbed the old man by the collar and lifted him up. The old man's skinny body was like a dead branch in Chu Ze's hands, and it seemed that it would break with a slight squeeze.

"Your Majesty... spare my life... cough cough..." The old man uttered a few words with difficulty, his eyes full of fear.

Chu Ze looked at him like this, and he was more convinced that this so-called "illness" was just a pretense. He sneered and threw the old man to the ground: "Tell me! Who told you to pretend to be sick to negotiate peace?"

The old man lay on the ground, trembling and daring not to speak.

"You won't say it?" Chu Ze's eyes flashed coldly, and he stepped on the old man's chest. "I have plenty of ways to make you speak."

"I said...I said..." The old man begged for mercy, "It's...it's Princess Changle..."

"Princess Changle?" Chu Ze frowned, and suddenly understood. It seemed that this woman was indeed not simple.

He retracted his foot and looked down at the old man: "What benefit did she give you?"

"She...she promised that after the matter is accomplished...she would let me be...the...ahem...prince of the Ming Dynasty..." the old man said intermittently.

Chu Ze couldn't help but sneer. This woman was really bold. How could he, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, allow others to manipulate him at will?

"Very good," Chu Ze's eyes were filled with murderous intent, "Don't worry, I will make sure you get what you want."

After saying that, he drew the sword from his waist and stabbed the old man through the chest.

The old man opened his eyes wide and died with his eyes open.

Chu Ze drew out his sword, which was not stained with a trace of blood. He glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground, turned around and said to the soldiers behind him: "Pass the order, the whole army attacks!"

"Yes!" the soldiers responded in unison, their morale high.

Chu Ze jumped on his horse, took the lead and rushed into the enemy camp.

The enemy army was already demoralized, and now that their commander had been killed, they were even more disorganized. Chu Ze led the army and swept through the enemy army like a hot knife through butter, killing every last one of them.

Just as Chu Ze led his troops to break through the enemy camp and was preparing to return to the capital, a woman in white suddenly appeared in front of him.

The woman was stunningly beautiful and had an extraordinary temperament. She was none other than Princess Changle.

"Chu Ze, you are really ruthless," Princess Changle looked at the battlefield full of corpses, without any fear in her eyes, but full of admiration, "But do you think you can win like this?" (End of this chapter)