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

The woman had her hair tied in a high ponytail.

A handsome face, yet cold as ice, was exposed to the air.

It was Qin Ruxue.

She held the Lianhua Sword in her hand, a drop of blood rolling down from the tip and falling into the sand.

Yuwen Biao's guards gasped for breath and instinctively stopped in their tracks.

"Kill her! Charge out!"

Someone shouted, and a dozen guards raised their weapons and charged forward with a roar.

As Yuwen Biao lay on the stretcher, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

It's that woman again!

She was there at the Iron Wall Pass, and she is still there now!

Did you think you could stop him by riding alone?

ridiculous!

That's ridiculous!

court death!

That's practically suicide!

A sinister smile appeared on Yuwen Biao's face.

But the next moment, the grin froze.

Qin Ruxue moved.

Before the horse moves, the man moves first.

She sat on horseback, casually wielding the Lianhua sword in her hand.

It lacked any earth-shattering grandeur.

Only speed matters.

Extremely fast.

A crimson light flashed through the crowd.

The three guards at the forefront suddenly stopped moving.

A smooth, bloody trail slid across their bodies, bursting into a thin line of blood.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them fell straight backward.

slam-la-

The ground was littered with debris.

The remaining guards were so frightened by this bizarre scene that they stumbled and fell.

Qin Ruxue, meanwhile, spurred her horse forward, transforming into a black and red afterimage as she cut into the crowd.

There was no loud clang of swords clashing.

There were only the "swoosh" sound of a sword slicing through flesh and the "hoarse" sound of a throat being cut open.

Less than ten breaths.

The screams abruptly stopped.

More than a dozen of his fearless guards all fell in pools of blood, none of them surviving.

The whole process was so fast it was breathtaking.

Yuwen Biao stared blankly at everything, a chill running straight to the top of his head, his whole body turning cold.

Qin Ruxue flicked the blood off her sword, turned her horse around, and walked step by step to the stretcher.

She looked down at the fat, pig-like man.

"Yuwen Biao".

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Yuwen Biao's voice trembled uncontrollably.

You don't deserve to know.

Qin Ruxue's answer was crisp and concise.

"You, you can't kill me!" Yuwen Biao cried out, struggling to sit up.

"I am the Prince of Zhenbei! A prince of a different surname, personally appointed by the imperial court!"

"Killing me would be treason! The Third Prince will not let you get away with this!"

"rebellion?"

Qin Ruxue parted her red lips slightly, uttering these two words while glancing at Yuwen Biao as if he were a fool.

"We are plotting a rebellion."

One sentence left Yuwen Biao completely dumbfounded, his mind going blank.

He saw the purest killing intent in Qin Ruxue's calm expression.

The expected fatal sword strike did not fall.

Qin Ruxue just looked at him coldly.

"But he asked me to spare your life."

"he?"

Yuwen Biao was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and a morbidly ecstatic joy surged across his face.

"That little bastard Lin Mo? Haha! He's scared! He really is scared!"

He thought Lin Mo was wary of his identity.

"He knows the consequences of killing me, so he doesn't dare to do it! Right?"

"Let me go! If you let me go, I can forgive and forget what happened today! I even..."

"Shut up."

Qin Ruxue interrupted his wishful thinking.

She dismounted, walked to the stretcher, squatted down, and looked into Yuwen Biao's small eyes filled with terror.

"He did indeed ask me to spare your life."

Her voice was very soft.

"But it didn't say that he would be spared, with his whole body intact."

Before she finished speaking, in Yuwen Biao's suddenly contracting pupils, she raised her hand and slapped his right knee cleanly and decisively.

Click!

The crisp sound of bones breaking was clear and piercing.

"ah--!!!"

Yuwen Biao let out a heart-wrenching scream that was completely inhuman.

His right leg was twisted outward at a terrifying angle, and a wave of excruciating pain washed over him, causing his vision to go black and almost causing him to faint on the spot.

Qin Ruxue stood up and patted non-existent dust off her hands.

Having avenged her great grudge, she felt relieved.

She still remembered every single insult he hurled at her back at Tiebi Pass.

Moreover, she had just insulted her husband.

crippling his leg is too lenient on him.

"ah!!"

Yuwen Biao was still rolling around on the ground in agony, howling in pain.

Qin Ruxue had no interest in even glancing at him again.

She untied a thick rope from the saddle and skillfully bound Yuwen Biao tightly, like a pig being tied up.

They stuffed a large piece of rag into his mouth.

Then he mounted the horse and tied the other end of the rope to the iron ring on the saddle.

"Let's go, Town, North, King."

Qin Ruxue gave a soft shout, and her warhorse strode off, galloping towards Zhenbei City.

"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh! Ugh—!"

With his mouth gagged, Yuwen Biao could only let out desperate sobs.

He was dragged by ropes on the gravelly ground, like a dead dog waiting to be slaughtered.

Behind him, only a long, shocking trail of blood remained on the sand.

……

On the city wall, on the map in Lin Mo's mind, the blue dot representing Qin Ruxue was dragging a dying red dot towards the city gate.

It became.

He put his hands in his pockets and patted Meng Hu, who was already petrified beside him.

"Let's go, Master Meng."

"Let's go down and greet our distinguished guests who have come from afar."

Meng Hu was still immersed in the crushing battle he had just fought, and looked blank upon hearing this.

"Distinguished guest? Young Master Lin, what distinguished guest is this?"

Lin Mo smiled without saying a word, turned around first, and walked down the city wall.

Outside the city gates, the battle was nearing its end.

After suffering a mental breakdown, most of the Zhenbei Army chose to kneel and surrender, forming a large, dark mass, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

A strong stench of blood permeated the entire Gobi Desert.

Lin Mo and Meng Hu stood side by side in the shadow of the city gate.

One stood with his hands tucked in his pockets, looking relaxed, while the other was tense and uneasy.

Time passed second by second.

Meng Hu finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Young Master Lin, what... exactly are we waiting for?"

Lin Mo didn't turn around, but just stared into the distance, uttering a sentence that Meng Hu couldn't understand.

"Don't rush, it's a delivery service, you have to give people some delivery time."

"What do you mean, so fast...?"

Just as Meng Hu was about to ask further, he saw Lin Mo raise his chin and grin.

"Look, we're here!"

Meng Hu immediately looked in the direction he was looking.

In the distance, amidst the dust and smoke, a lone rider approached the city gate.

The newcomer was tall and slender, dressed in a black and red outfit.

The high ponytail swayed gently and rhythmically with the horse's gait.

And behind her horse... it seemed she was dragging something.

As the distance drew closer, Meng Hu finally saw it clearly.

It was a rope, and at the other end of the rope was a bloody, mangled human-shaped "package".

The "package" was dragged on the ground, the sand and flesh rubbing against each other, leaving a deep red mark.

Meng Hu's eye twitched violently.

Is this...a person?

A fat man covered in wounds, with one leg twisted at an unnatural angle?