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

On Lin Mo's side, the army marched swiftly.

Ever since I witnessed Lin Mo blasting the boulder blocking the mountain road into the sky with just a few paper tubes.

Meng Hu's attitude towards him has completely changed from "little brat" to "walking god".

Now, whenever he has free time, he rides his tall horse and bobs along to the car window.

His weathered old face beamed like a chrysanthemum as he shamelessly inquired about the intricacies of military tactics and formations.

"Young Master Lin! The scouts ahead are back. Shall we... try that... staggered cover again?"

Meng Hu shouted at the top of his lungs, using the words he had just learned in a halting and stuttering manner.

Lin Mo didn't even lift his eyelids, lazily leaning against the cushion, and a sentence drifted out from the crack in the car window.

"General Meng, save your energy for killing people."

Meng Hu chuckled, not feeling embarrassed at all, but instead thinking that Lin Mo was right.

He nodded vigorously, pulled on the reins, and rode back to the front of the group to ponder.

Inside the carriage, however, the atmosphere was somewhat tense.

Chu Mengyao appeared to be resting with her eyes closed, but in reality, her ears were constantly perked up.

This man seemed shrouded in layers of mystery.

At times, he is cynical and lazy, like a spineless street thug.

Sometimes, she can inadvertently reveal things that subvert her understanding, making her unpredictable.

However, as she got closer to Zhenbei City, the heaviness in her heart grew day by day, like a huge rock pressing on her chest.

Finally, she couldn't resist and leaned forward slightly, getting close to Lin Mo.

A faint, cool fragrance, accompanied by the soft rustling of fabric, drifted silently into Lin Mo's nostrils.

"Lin Mo".

Chu Mengyao's voice was very soft, with a hint of nervousness.

"The people of Dongshi... how exactly do you plan to clear them out?"

"That's not just one or two lives, it's tens of thousands of living people."

Lin Mo then slowly opened his eyes.

A stunningly beautiful face, so close to his eyes, suddenly came into his view.

Light streamed in through the cracks in the car window, perfectly outlining her pert nose and slightly pursed lips.

Those clear, cold eyes were now filled with worry and reluctance for the innocent lives lost.

His eyes were filled with worry and reluctance for the innocent lives he had taken.

She's such a kind-hearted woman, almost to the point of being naive.

Lin Mo clicked his tongue inwardly, but a smile that could make anyone's teeth itch appeared on his face as he slowly uttered six words.

"I have a clever plan."

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

All the worry, solemnity, and earnestness on Chu Mengyao's face shattered instantly.

Then it turned into a moment of astonishment, which was quickly replaced by rising shame and anger.

She thought he would at least give her a general idea, but instead she got this nonsensical, rambling remark.

"Pah! What a stinky brat!"

Chu Mengyao spat lightly, feeling a tightness in her chest.

She turned her head away angrily, her back to him screaming "I never want to talk to you again."

However, after spending so many days together in the same car, she seemed to have gradually gotten used to Lin Mo's unreliable nature.

Although he was angry, he ultimately didn't take it to heart.

Just then, the carriage wheel suddenly ran over a large rock hidden in the road, and the entire carriage jolted violently without warning!

"ah!"

Chu Mengyao, who was sulking, was completely unprepared and only managed to let out a short, soft gasp.

She instantly lost her balance and fell uncontrollably straight towards Lin Mo.

In a flash, Lin Mo subconsciously stretched out his arm.

Instead of helping her up, he stretched out his long arm and pulled that soft, beautiful figure into his embrace.

Upon touching it, one is struck by its breathtakingly soft warmth.

Lin Mo's hand landed squarely on Chu Mengyao's slender waist, which was tightly outlined by her ice-blue dress.

Goodness...

Lin Mo's mind was filled with only these three words.

That waist... is it real?

So delicate it seems you could hold it in one hand, yet through the smooth fabric, you can feel its amazing elasticity and firm curves.

The moment Lin Mo embraced Chu Mengyao, her body froze completely, like an elegant swan whose neck had been grabbed by a hunter.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.

She could clearly feel a warm, large hand firmly pressed against her waist.

The heat from her palm penetrated through layers of clothing, making half of her body feel numb, and a strange sense of shyness swept over her entire body.

The carriage was eerily quiet, with only the rumbling of the wheels on the ground and the slightly erratic heartbeats of the two passengers.

Finally, Chu Mengyao snapped out of her daze, jolted back as if electrocuted, and curled up in the corner of the carriage, wishing she could shrink herself into a ball.

She didn't look at Lin Mo, but stared intently at the hem of her skirt, her hands clenched tightly until her knuckles turned white.

Lin Mo subtly withdrew his hand, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing together lightly.

Yes, it's unforgettable.

He cleared his throat, looked at the figure who wished he could disappear into the ground, and deliberately broke the deadly silence with a businesslike tone.

"The road is difficult to travel, so strategist Chu should sit tight."

"..."

Chu Mengyao didn't say a word, but simply lowered her head even further.

But Lin Mo could clearly see that her fair and delicate earlobes were so red they were almost dripping blood.

Actually, he didn't intentionally hide his plan to clear out the people of Dongshi from her.

However, explaining this plan is... just too complicated.

Let's wait until we get to Zhenbei City before we talk about it.

Lin Mo lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and looked towards the direction of Zhenbei City, his eyes becoming deep.

Judging by the timeline, Bai Zhi should have already completed most of the preliminary work...

……

Meanwhile, in Zhenbei City, night was just beginning to fall and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

Shops lined the wide cobblestone streets, and restaurant flags fluttered lazily in the evening breeze.

Everything seemed so peaceful and serene.

Hunter Zhang San, carrying several freshly skinned fox and rabbit pelts, walked through the city gate with great anticipation.

This is all he has gained from his life-risking adventures in the mountains these past few days.

He was hoping to sell it for a good price so he could buy a few yards of new cloth for his wife and a string of candied hawthorns for the child he always talked about.

But as soon as he entered the city, he sensed that something was off.

The street corner, which is usually bustling at this time, is now rather deserted, with several shops having already boarded up their doors.

In the distance, a faint commotion could be heard.

A group of people, men and women, young and old, were running frantically towards the south of the city, as if their pants were on fire.

"Hurry, hurry! If we're any later, we won't be able to get a good spot!"

A burly man, pulling his half-grown son along, ran past Zhang San like a whirlwind, urging him on.

"Hey, slow down! Don't pull the kid down!"

The woman behind the man, holding up the hem of her skirt, chased after him while complaining.

Zhang San was completely confused.

Reserve a spot? Reserve what spot?

Could it be some grand opera troupe that's going to put on a three-day, three-night show?

Just as he was wondering, several more groups of people rushed past him.

Even Wang, the shopkeeper on the street corner who usually moves the abacus beads slowly, locked his shop door and ran away, carrying his robe.

Everyone was heading in the same direction—to the south of the city.