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

Footsteps could be heard below.

Lin Mo looked down.

A fiery red figure, escorted by a dozen black-clad shadow guards, was seen hurrying towards them, traversing mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It is Angelica dahurica.

She's here.

Then, the awkward moment arrived.

Lin Mo clearly felt that Chu Mengyao's entire body stiffened in his arms.

The arms that had been tightly wrapped around his neck out of fear suddenly pulled back as if they had been scalded by boiling oil.

"you……"

Chu Mengyao raised her head and met Lin Mo's seemingly smiling eyes. Her face flushed instantly, reaching her ears.

She then realized how long she had been clinging to this man like an octopus.

Did everyone down there see it?

She, the strategist of the mighty Mountain Shaking Army, the ice queen in the hearts of countless people in the Northern Territory, actually threw herself into the arms of a man under the spotlight.

It’s over.

I'm too ashamed to face anyone.

Chu Mengyao's mind went blank.

She suddenly reached out and pushed Lin Mo, the movement was surprisingly large.

He lost his footing and fell straight backward toward the edge of the clock tower.

"what!"

Chu Mengyao cried out in surprise, her eyes fixed on the rapidly receding night sky.

Oh no, we're really going to turn into meat patties now.

The expected feeling of weightlessness did not last long.

Suddenly, her waist tightened, and a brute force pulled her back from the brink of falling, slamming her into that solid chest once more.

"Chu military advisor, be careful."

Lin Mo's voice rang in her ear, and an arm as strong as an iron clamp was firmly wrapped around her waist, showing no intention of letting go.

"It's dozens of meters below. If you fall down there, it won't just be a disfigurement; you'll be turned into a meat pie."

Chu Mengyao's body was as stiff as a stone, and she dared not move an inch, but her pretty face was already flushed red with embarrassment.

Embarrassing.

So embarrassing.

She had lived for twenty years and had never been so humiliated.

In the midst of this awkward, frozen atmosphere, Bai Zhi had already reached the foot of the clock tower.

She stopped and looked up.

The firelight illuminated her face, highlighting her exquisite beauty.

The remaining traces of wet tears and the grime of gunpowder give it a fragmented beauty.

Her gaze first fell on Lin Mo, which contained an uncontrollable joy, a sense of relief at surviving a disaster, and a hint of reproach.

Then, her gaze slowly moved.

It landed on Chu Mengyao, who was half-embraced by Lin Mo, her hair disheveled and her clothes in disarray.

Bai Zhi's breath hitched slightly.

The color in her face was visibly fading away, bit by bit.

She knew Chu Mengyao.

That was a beauty of a completely different type from her.

Aloof and noble, like an ice lotus atop a snow-capped mountain.

And myself...

Bai Zhi subconsciously looked down at herself.

To make dancing easier, she wore the most revealing dance dress, which was still covered in dust from the earlier chaos.

Embarrassed.

When she looked up again, the light in her eyes seemed to have dimmed a bit.

Lin Mo took in all of this.

Tsk.

A massive battleground?

I absolutely love watching this.

But now is not the time to watch the show.

"Let's go, down there to divide the spoils... no, let's go down there to take charge."

Lin Mo cleared his throat and looked down at Chu Mengyao, who was still stiff in his arms.

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

Before Chu Mengyao could understand what was happening, she suddenly felt her body lighten.

Lin Mo simply grabbed her with one hand and jumped from the top of the clock tower, which was tens of meters high!

"ah--!"

"what!"

Two completely different, yet equally piercing screams, simultaneously rang out in the night sky.

boom!

With a muffled thud, Lin Mo landed firmly on his feet.

Two tiny cracks were even worn into the stone slabs underfoot, stirring up a ring of dust.

He let go.

Chu Mengyao's legs went weak and she almost knelt on the ground, but luckily she managed to grab onto a nearby pillar in time to avoid making a fool of herself again.

She leaned against the stone pillar of the bell tower, her face pale, clutching her wildly beating chest, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Lin Mo!"

Bai Zhi rushed over quickly, and only when she saw that Lin Mo was safe and sound did her heart, which had been in her throat, finally settle down.

But the expression on her face when she looked at Lin Mo was one of anger and anxiety.

Couldn't this guy have gotten down the right way?!

Do you have to scare her to death before you're satisfied?

Lin Mo didn't bother to pay attention to the two women's inner thoughts.

He dusted off his hands and looked around.

Meng Hu had already led several veterans of the Shaking Mountain Army over, running over excitedly, as thrilled as a 300-pound child.

"Lin Mo! We won! We fucking won!"

Meng Hu's big face broke into a wide grin.

"That bastard Zhang Cheng is dead, and all his soldiers have knelt down! What do we do now?"

"What do we do?" Lin Mo glanced at him. "Of course, we clean up the mess and take stock of our assets!"

He pointed to the mass of surrendered soldiers kneeling on the square.

"Master Meng, this job is yours. Take some men and disarm them, then separate them and guard them."

"Those who are willing to submit, register them, and they'll be one of us from now on. Those who aren't..." Lin Mo paused, "...you decide."

"Okay!"

Meng Hu patted his chest and readily agreed.

"Also," Lin Mo added, "the city's treasury, granaries, and even that bastard Zhang Cheng's general's mansion have all been kept under close watch."

"Every stitch, every grain of rice, must be remembered clearly, because I need to review the reports later."

"What's a report?" Meng Hu scratched his head.

"It's the ledger," Lin Mo explained. "In short, we'll tally up all the good stuff. This is our... first pot of gold, understand?"

Although Meng Hu didn't understand what "open farts" meant, he understood what "first pot of gold" meant.

"Don't worry! I'll make sure they clean out every single rat hole!"

The old general, as if injected with chicken blood, led his men off to work with great enthusiasm.

Lin Mo then turned his gaze to the side, to Chu Mengyao, who was leaning against a pillar and had finally caught her breath.

"Chu... strategist."

"……what?"

Chu Mengyao's voice was still a little weak, carrying a hint of resentment.

"With hundreds of thousands of people in Zhenbei City, this incident tonight has probably terrified them all."

Lin Mo's tone turned serious.

"You're an expert at calming the people and restoring order. Post a notice to reassure the people in the name of the Shaking Mountain Army."

"Furthermore, conduct a thorough screening of all the officials in the city. Execute those who should be executed and spare those who should be spared. I want the city to return to normal before dawn."

"……Um."

Chu Mengyao composed herself and nodded.

She knew this wasn't the time to be stubborn.

She thought for a moment and added.

"I need household registration maps of all the wards and markets in the city, as well as the previous files from various government offices."

"These things are all in Yuwen Biao's City Lord's Mansion."

Lin Mo's gaze fell upon the most magnificent group of buildings in the city center.

"Perfect timing, that's exactly what I was about to do."

He paused, his gaze drifting lightly between Chu Mengyao and Bai Zhi.

Finally, it landed on Chu Mengyao's disheveled black hair.

"Military Advisor Chu, you can go ahead and get busy. I'll send someone to deliver the things to you later. Oh, by the way..."

Lin Mo suddenly smiled.

"Remember to find a place to comb your hair first. You don't look like a female strategist who can strategize and plan ahead."

Chu Mengyao subconsciously touched her disheveled hair, and the heat that had just subsided on her face surged back up.

She glared at Lin Mo, said nothing more, and turned to leave quickly with a few guards.

But that ramrod straight back looked like it was fleeing in disarray.