Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 417 The Prince's Wrath

Zhao Chuxia could no longer suppress the fear and despair that surged in her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes and she burst into tears like a flood breaking through a dam.

The guard died, the foreman also died, it was as if all the supports around him collapsed in an instant, and everything fell into endless darkness.

"how so?"

Her voice was tearful and trembling like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

The guards and the defenders are top-notch masters at the fourth level!
In her long-held belief, their strength was as strong as a solid wall of steel, enough to cope with many crises in this world.

But now, how could the two of them join forces and be killed so easily by the giant thief Song Jiang?

This cruel nightmare-like reality plunged Zhao Chuxia's brain into a chaotic quagmire, and her heart was filled with incomprehensible confusion and deep fear.

Her legs felt weak and limp as if all the bones and muscles had been pulled out. Zhao Chuxia fell heavily to the ground with a "thump".

The strong wind was like a raging beast, roaring past, making a shrill roar, and wantonly pulling at the curtains of the tents around. Those curtains floated around randomly like disturbed ghosts.

The thick and sickening smell of blood, like an invisible net, permeated the air and penetrated into every pore of her body, making her stomach churn.

The fire in the distance was like a giant beast with bared fangs and claws, spreading towards this side with the momentum of destroying everything, as if it was going to devour everything in the world.

Zhao Chuxia struggled with all her might to stand up. Her legs were as soft as noodles and every move required all her strength. But the instinct for survival was like a glimmer of light in the darkness, driving her to escape desperately.

She was unwilling to die in this place full of despair. She had only one extremely firm thought in her mind: escape, she must escape!
However, fate always seems to play tricks on people.

As she stumbled around a corner, she was frightened by the scene before her and screamed. She was nailed to the ground as if under a spell, unable to move.

Because behind the corner, standing quietly was the man who frightened her to the core - the great thief Song Jiang!
He was seen standing quietly on the carpet, gazing into the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

There was no scar on his body, and his breathing was as steady as a calm lake without a ripple, as if the thrilling battle he had just experienced was just an insignificant game to him.

Obviously, even if the guard and the foreman joined forces with all their might, they would be like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of him and could not pose any substantial threat to him at all.

Liang Jin heard Zhao Chuxia's hurried footsteps and slowly turned his head with a playful smile on his face:

"Princess, are you still alive?"

Zhao Chuxia instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but fear was like an invisible and tough net that bound her tightly. Her legs were as soft as a puddle of mud, and even standing became a luxury, let alone running away.

She fell heavily to the ground with another "thump!", her crying becoming more intense, filled with grievance and unwillingness.

"Why...why do you want to kill me?"

"You've taken all the money, why don't you let me go?"

Liang Jin stood in the wind, the strong wind ruffling his hair wantonly. His expression was as calm as a deep pool, and with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes, he asked back:
"Then why did the princess embezzle the disaster relief funds?"

Zhao Chuxia cried and sobbed, and answered in a tearful voice:

"Everyone does this. All the officials take it, so why can't I?"

"Besides, I'm so poor now. How can I live without taking some disaster relief money?"

There was no trace of guilt in her words. Every word seemed to flow naturally from her heart, as if all this was natural and reasonable.

What Zhao Chuxia said was not empty talk. She had been accustomed to a life of extravagance since she was a child. Her daily food, clothing and daily expenses were extremely luxurious, and she needed a lot of money to maintain this extravagant lifestyle.

In her heart, this disaster relief money is her lifeline to maintain this high-class life and an indispensable source of wealth for her.

Liang Jin looked at her calmly, with a hint of helplessness and disappointment in his eyes, as if he was looking at a hopeless person:
"If you do this, many disaster victims will starve to death."

After hearing this, Zhao Chuxia showed an aggrieved expression on her face, curled her lips nonchalantly, and said:
"They starved to death, so what can we do?"

"They themselves are lazy and don't work hard on the farm. They themselves are stupid and don't know how to store food. They are poor, yet they still marry and have children."

"For these poor people, the drought itself is their own fault. Spending so much money on disaster relief will only be wasted."

"Anyway, in just a few years, these poor people will continue to have more children. There's no way they will all die out."

When Liang Jin heard this, he felt deeply disappointed.

He finally saw clearly that the princess's values ​​and outlook on life were completely different from his own, like two parallel lines that could never intersect.

Their different ambitions meant that they were destined to walk different paths.

He had been hoping that the princess would show some remorse, but to his surprise, she was filled with grievances and contempt for the victims. This indifference chilled his heart.

This made Liang Jin realize that if such people continued to exist, they would only cause harm to more victims.

Seeing Liang Jin's silence, Zhao Chuxia became increasingly nervous, like a frightened bird, and hurriedly continued to argue:

"You're such a skilled martial artist, how come you still have no vision? You're not really going to kill me just for those poor people, are you?"

"I'm a princess! I'm different from those poor people!"

"Don't... don't kill me! As long as you don't kill me, I can give you anything you want!"

After hearing this, Liang Jin couldn't help but burst into laughter. The laughter seemed particularly abrupt in the silent and bloody atmosphere, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Zhao Chuxia also instantly realized how absurd and powerless her words were.

The disaster relief money she had worked so hard to obtain had long been snatched away by Liang Jin like a dream. Now she had nothing, so what could she use to reward this thief?
Although she is powerful, her power is not only useless to the thief in front of her who ignores power, but may even become a threat.

At this moment, Zhao Chuxia suddenly found that she seemed to have lost all bargaining chips and was like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Just when Zhao Chuxia felt despair overwhelming her like a tide, she seemed to think of something.

She gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and slowly opened her clothes with her hands trembling slightly. Her voice trembled like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind:

"As long as... you don't kill me, I can give you my body..."

The moment she said this, a strong sense of shame pierced her heart like a sharp dagger, almost making her faint from anger.

She is a princess, born into a golden family, with a body of gold and jade leaves, and noble royal blood flowing in her body. From childhood to adulthood, she has always been surrounded by people and is high and mighty.

And now, in order to survive, she has to sacrifice herself to a thief.

In the past, she would not even dare to think about such a thing. Even if she had just a hint of such a thought, she would feel that it was a blasphemy to her identity.

But at this critical moment, Zhao Chuxia faced her own heart and found that she was not as brave as she had imagined. Instead, she was as timid as a mouse and extremely afraid of death.

The reason why she thought she was brave before was simply because everyone around her was afraid of her power and status, and flattered her and obeyed her orders.

And today, she met this daring thief who ignored all her status and position, especially this thief who dared to kill the imperial envoy and the head of the police station without hesitation.

In front of such a person, Zhao Chuxia finally saw her true self, the cowardly and fearful self.

She hurriedly undressed, with a glimmer of hope in her heart like a faint candlelight.

She was aware of her beauty and also knew that her figure was amazing, her skin was as white as snow, and her figure was graceful. She was even called the most beautiful woman in Choshu.

In the past, she didn't care much about her beauty. After all, for someone of her noble status, beauty was just the icing on the cake. Power and wealth were what she pursued.

But at this moment, she desperately wanted her beauty to be used as a bargaining chip to exchange for her life, and to be her last hope in this dark and desperate situation.

Liang Jin glanced at the naked Zhao Chuxia, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head slightly:

"Princess, who do you take me for? I'm not some petty thief who robs people of their money and women."

"Hurry up and put on your clothes so you can walk more decently."

After saying this, he turned around and walked away slowly, his steps steady and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

Zhao Chuxia looked at Liang Jin's departing back and was slightly startled.

Is this thief really not going to kill himself?
She didn't have time to think about it. A sense of relief surged in her heart for surviving the disaster, and she hurriedly put on her clothes.

But she didn't notice that a tall figure had appeared behind her silently like a ghost.

It’s Zhan Kui Huang Xingzi!
Zhan Kui Huang Xingzi exuded a cold aura all over his body. He suddenly pressed the blood-dripping dart in his hand hard on Zhao Chuxia's head. The inner circle of the blood-dripping dart suddenly shrank like a hunting beast.

Accompanied by a dull and shrill sound, as if it was the wail of a dying life.

Zhao Chuxia's headless body slowly fell to the ground, blood gushing out from her neck like a fountain, splashing onto the ground and staining the land beneath her red.

………………On the road in the distance.

Dust was flying like yellow smoke, and a large number of cavalry were galloping towards them at lightning speed.

These cavalrymen were well-equipped, each one's armor forged from fine steel, gleaming with a cold gleam. Their weapons were incredibly sharp, reflecting a dazzling light under the sunlight.

This equipment is even better than many regular cavalry equipment of the Daqian court.

Because they are the palace guards carefully raised by Prince Pingcheng, the most elite force in the palace, and the symbol of Prince Pingcheng's power and majesty.

This group of cavalrymen were terrifying in appearance. They were agile and rode on their horses like gods of war, with firm and cold eyes, as if they were a group of death gods about to rush to the battlefield, showing no mercy to the enemy.

A group of ferocious hunting dogs ran beside them, sticking out their tongues and making low growls, ready to obey their master's orders and pounce on the enemy at any time.

In the sky, several falcons were circling and soaring, their wide wings spread out, their sharp eyes overlooking the earth, as if they were scouting the movements ahead for the cavalry.

In the middle of this group of cavalry, a luxurious carriage was carefully protected.

The carriage was pulled by many fat and strong horses. These horses were tall and mighty, with bulging muscles, and every step they took was solid and powerful.

The carriage was covered with thick, soft fur, which was smooth and delicate, and shimmered with a soft luster in the sunlight.

An exquisite umbrella canopy is held high, with beautiful patterns embroidered on the surface. It can effectively block the scorching sun and provide a cool place for people in the car.

Sitting in the middle of the thick fur was a fat middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man weighed at least 200 to 300 kilograms. His skin was as white as mutton-fat jade, radiating a soft sheen, as if he had never experienced the baptism of wind and rain. He had two neatly trimmed black wisps of beard, which curled slightly upward, exuding an air of majesty.

His eyes were narrowed into slits among the layers of fat, but the occasional flash of his eyes revealed an aura of majesty without anger. He was extremely majestic, like a towering mountain, intimidating.

He is Zhao Yan, Prince of Pingcheng!

The carriage was open on all sides and not covered. The Prince of Pingcheng faced the wind and sand calmly, making it look more like a majestic chariot.

In fact, this carriage was indeed a chariot with great military achievements in the early years.

The ancestors of Prince Pingcheng rode this chariot to fight in the south and the north, galloping across the battlefield, making countless contributions and winning supreme glory for the family.

Now, Prince Pingcheng received a distress signal from his daughter Zhao Chuxia, and he was extremely anxious, as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

He immediately led his troops into battle himself, and without hesitation activated the ancestral chariot that carried the family's glory and history.

"accelerate!"

The Prince of Pingcheng sat in the carriage, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He roared repeatedly, his voice echoing through the team like a huge bell:

"Speed ​​up for this king!"

"How dare Zhuying assault my daughter? I will make sure he dies without a burial place!"

His voice was filled with anger and determination, as if he wanted to tear the person who dared to hurt his daughter into pieces.

His order was transmitted as quickly as electricity, and the entire cavalry team, like soldiers hearing the charge horn, instantly burst out with even more powerful strength and accelerated again.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, rolling forward, as if to crush the earth.

The Prince of Pingcheng had a total of nineteen sons in his life, but only one daughter, Zhao Chuxia.

Since she was born, Zhao Chuxia has been like a bright pearl, shining with unique light in the palace.

She was loved by her nineteen brothers and her father. From childhood to adulthood, she had everything she wanted. She was the apple of everyone's eye.

Now the news came that his daughter had been beaten. This was like lighting a powder keg, instantly detonating the anger of the entire palace and driving everyone crazy.

Even the Prince of Pingcheng led his troops to war without hesitation.

He had only one thought in his mind, which was to make Zhuying, who dared to hurt his precious only daughter, pay a heavy price and let him know how terrible the consequences of hurting his daughter were!
The cavalry team galloped as fast as the wind, as if racing against time.

soon.

A large area of ​​tents appeared in their sight.

However, at this moment, the tent was being engulfed by a raging fire, with black smoke billowing up into the sky, as if a giant black dragon was circling in the sky.

The fire made crackling sounds, as if telling the story of the tragedy and despair that had just been experienced here.

Seeing this scene, Prince Pingcheng's heart suddenly jumped, and an ominous premonition crawled into his heart like a cold snake.

"Quick! Go and take a look!"

He shouted hoarsely, his voice trembling with deep worry for his daughter, as if he would lose her in the next second:

"We must find Chuxia!"

The cavalrymen immediately rushed forward like arrows.

They rode their horses through the tents, and the dust raised by their horses' hooves flew in the air.

They did not miss any corner or tent, their eyes filled with anxiety and worry.

By the time the Prince of Pingcheng's carriage slowly arrived outside the camp, the cavalry had already completed the search of the camp and came to report.

"Your Majesty! There is no one left alive in the entire camp. Everyone has been killed!"

A cavalryman knelt on one knee, his expression solemn, and said in a low voice:

"No matter whether it was the Tongzhi and Shoubei officials in Changzhou, or the head of the Jishichang, or even the imperial envoy sent by the court, no one was spared!"

"The princess...she also..."

At this point, the cavalrymen knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with grief and guilt, as if they had failed to protect the princess and committed an unforgivable crime.

I saw several cavalrymen carrying a corpse slowly walking out. It was Zhao Chuxia's corpse!
When Prince Pingcheng saw this scene, he felt dizzy, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

He swayed and almost fell off the carriage.

Fortunately, the servant was quick-witted and rushed forward to support him, allowing him to barely stabilize his body.

"Early summer..."

When Prince Pingcheng looked at his daughter's body, tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't help crying and burst into tears.

The cry was filled with sorrow and despair, as if trying to vent all the pain in the heart.

His shoulders kept shaking and his hands were tightly grasping the edge of the carriage, as if he could hold on to his daughter's fading life.

After the intense grief, there is hatred that burns like a raging fire.

This hatred made the Prince of Pingcheng grit his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and it seemed as if fire was about to spit out of his eyes.

His face was distorted with anger, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura.

"Zhuying! How dare you... How dare you do this!!!"

The Prince of Pingcheng roared angrily.

No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't imagine that Zhuying would dare to kill his own daughter!

Even now, he still doesn't know who gave Zhuying the courage!

"Go find it for me! You must find that bastard Zhuying for me!"

He gave the order in a deep voice, his voice as cold as a sentence from hell:

"Pass the order down, everyone, kill all the constables from the Six Gates!"

"For every person from the Six Gates killed, this king will reward you with a thousand taels of silver!"

"I will build the best mausoleum in the world for Chu Xia, and I will make all those thieves from the Six Gates be buried with Chu Xia!"

The voice echoed in the air, carrying with it endless murderous intent and determination, as if it was going to drag the entire world into this storm of revenge.

(End of this chapter)