Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"I don't understand?"

Lin Mo smiled.

He slammed the bowl of porridge down on the table with a loud "clang".

Whether I understand it or not is not important.

"The important thing is that the strategist of the Mountain-Shaking Army, known as the most talented woman in the North, is now behaving like a fool!"

"you!"

Chu Mengyao was so angry that she trembled all over, and her haggard face instantly turned red.

What a shame!

In all her life, Chu Mengyao had never been insulted with such words!

However, Lin Mo completely ignored her murderous glare.

He moved his chair around and leaned forward, getting closer to Chu Mengyao.

"Do you think your going to your deaths is heroic, a fulfillment of loyalty and filial piety, or avenging your 30,000 comrades?"

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but each word pierced into Chu Mengyao's heart.

"Don't be silly, I'll tell you what your deaths will get you."

Lin Mo's lips were almost touching Chu Mengyao's ear.

"Those three thousand veterans will die in vain."

"Their remains will be trampled into the mud by the hooves of the Zhenbei Army, and in the end, there will be no one to collect their bodies."

"Their deaths will only become a joke for Yuwen Biao to make fun of at his victory celebration banquet."

He would tell his men that there was a bunch of idiots who had come to him to be killed.

"As for you..."

Lin Mo's gaze slowly slid from Chu Mengyao's tense profile to her slender neck.

Then there's her exquisite curves, which even her simple clothes can't hide.

"As the most beautiful woman in the North, if you fall into the hands of a lecherous man like Yuwen Biao, do you think he would let you die a quick death?"

"Your body and your face will become his most prized possession."

"He will show you what it truly means to wish you were dead on his bed."

"Do you think this is what your father and brother wanted to see?"

Lin Mo's series of cold words were like countless steel needles, piercing Chu Mengyao's body until she was completely wounded.

Her knuckles were white as she gripped the hem of her clothes, and her lips moved incessantly.

She wanted to refute, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Because she knew that every word Lin Mo said was the most likely truth.

Lin Mo picked up the bowl of porridge again and scooped up another spoonful.

Then he blew on it and brought it to Chu Mengyao's lips again.

"If you really want revenge, you should hold back your tears and emotions."

"Think calmly about how to truly avenge this wrong."

"For example...taking advantage of the kindness around me. Me."

Chu Mengyao looked at the spoonful of porridge that Lin Mo brought to her lips.

This time, she didn't turn her head.

But he didn't open his mouth.

Lin Mo wasn't annoyed to see that she didn't move.

The hand holding the spoon naturally retracted, and then it went straight into the mouth.

"Mmm, it smells delicious."

Lin Mo chewed on the fragrant porridge in his mouth and made a comment.

"I never imagined that Zhi'er is not only beautiful, but also such a good cook."

Chu Mengyao ignored Lin Mo's flippancy and simply asked the question that had been bothering her in her heart in a cool voice.

"Why did you rebel?"

Lin Mo paused for a moment while stirring the porridge.

That's a good question.

If I were to tell her everything from the beginning, it would probably take a whole day and night.

Lin Mo decided to switch to a simpler version.

"My father is Lin Xiaotian, a general who protects the country."

"Lin Xiaotian!?"

Chu Mengyao's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, her face showed an expression other than blankness.

The Lin family of the capital?

The Lin family, known as the backbone of the Great Xia Dynasty and a family of loyal martyrs for generations?

Of course she had heard about the Lin family.

When her father, Chu Wenshan, was alive, he sighed with regret more than once.

It is said that General Lin was exceptionally loyal and brave, and that his nine sons were all outstanding individuals.

But in the end, he was accused of treason and betrayal, and his entire family was wiped out, which was a misfortune for the country.

The court was corrupt and incompetent, and treacherous officials held power.

These eight words were the father's final assessment of the Lin family case.

She originally thought the Lin family had been completely wiped out.

Unexpectedly, it was the youngest son of the Lin family, the most inconspicuous tenth son.

To my surprise, he appeared right in front of me here, as a "rebel."

A feeling of absurdity and sorrow welled up in Chu Mengyao's heart.

"How are your father... and your brothers...?"

When she asked the question, Chu Mengyao's voice unconsciously carried a hint of concern, a concern born of shared suffering.

"They're all dead."

Lin Mo answered casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"My dad was so angry he died."

"My nine older brothers were poisoned and couldn't survive. They died one by one in front of me."

A complex emotion flashed in Chu Mengyao's eyes.

The man before me had such a similar experience to mine.

They were all families of loyal martyrs, and all devoted themselves to serving their country.

In the end, however, they were all branded as traitors, and their families were destroyed.

"So, should we join forces?"

Lin Mo scooped up another spoonful of porridge and brought it to Chu Mengyao's lips.

"Our ambitions may differ, but our current goal is exactly the same: to kill that Yuwen Biao."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"Such a simple principle, surely the most talented woman in the North doesn't understand it?"

Lin Mo held the spoonful of porridge, neither urging him nor withdrawing his hand.

He just watched Chu Mengyao quietly, waiting for an answer.

Chu Mengyao's heart was in turmoil at this moment.

When she learned Lin Mo's identity, the hatred she felt for him vanished.

His rebellion, at this moment, seems so logical, even... justified.

But should we really join forces?

Once they join forces, it will mean the Mountain-Shaking Army, an army that has guarded the northern border of the Great Xia for over a hundred years.

They will stand completely against the Great Xia Dynasty and bear the indelible stain of treason.

But if they don't join forces, what else can she do?

Did he really lead three thousand veterans to ram into Yuwen Biao's army?

What's the point besides adding three thousand more souls to the dead?

Furthermore,

Is this Great Xia Dynasty... really still worth protecting?

My father was loyal throughout his life, my elder brother was full of passion, and 30,000 soldiers of the Shaking Mountain Army built the Great Wall with their blood and flesh.

But what he got in return was the butcher's knife from his colleagues.

does it worth?

Chu Mengyao looked at the young and handsome face in front of her.

Suddenly, I remembered his elusive movements and the towering black wall outside the Iron Wall Pass.

This seems to be... her only chance for revenge.

Chu Mengyao was caught in a fierce internal struggle, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

Lin Mo seemed to be getting impatient.

He moved the spoon he was holding to Chu Mengyao's lips forward a little further.

The tip of the spoon gently poked Chu Mengyao's two warm, moist lips.

The warm porridge, with a few playful grains of rice, clung to Chu Mengyao's soft lips.

"Hmm!"

Chu Mengyao was startled by this dream and quickly came to her senses.

She frowned slightly, and a hint of embarrassment and annoyance suddenly appeared in her lifeless eyes.

Chu Mengyao glared at Lin Mo.

"What are you doing!"

"Should we join forces or not?"

Lin Mo shook the spoon in his hand and asked again.

Chu Mengyao's gaze then slowly shifted from Lin Mo's face to the spoonful of porridge at her lips.

The steam carrying the aroma of rice porridge wafted into her nostrils, stirring up the long-suppressed hunger in her stomach.

She hesitated for a moment.

Finally, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her cherry-like mouth.

That was a very slow movement.

Her soft lips parted slightly, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.

Chu Mengyao took the initiative to go forward and put the milky white porcelain spoon, along with the warm rice porridge inside, into her mouth.

The porridge was warm, sliding down her throat and soothing her cold stomach, as well as calming the hesitation and struggle in her heart.

"Link."

Chu Mengyao uttered a single word in a muffled voice.