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

Qin Ruxue arrived at the city gate and deftly reined in the horses.

She didn't even glance at the dead dog on the ground, untied the rope from the saddle, and tossed it aside casually.

With a "bang".

The bloodied and mangled fat man was thrown heavily at Lin Mo and Meng Hu's feet.

"My wife, you've worked hard!"

Before Qin Ruxue could speak, Lin Mo had already rushed forward.

He opened his arms and gave her a tight bear hug, so tight that her feet even left the ground.

Qin Ruxue was caught off guard and her body stiffened.

Ignoring her reaction, Lin Mo put his arm around her waist and gave her a big kiss on her cheek, which still smelled of gunpowder.

"My wife is so capable! Beautiful and a great fighter! The best in the world!"

The cheesy praise made Qin Ruxue's face instantly burn.

"You...you let go! There are so many people watching!"

She struggled, placing her hands on Lin Mo's chest and pushing hard.

"What's wrong with looking? It's my right to hug my own wife!"

Lin Mo not only didn't let go, but instead buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath.

He lowered his voice, his hot breath brushing against Qin Ruxue's sensitive earlobe.

"My wife, it was a promise that you would sleep with me on that warm jade bed when you come."

"Tonight, I'll make sure you experience what it truly means to feel at home."

Qin Ruxue felt weak all over from his blunt words, her heart pounding like a drum, and she could only weakly pound his chest with her small fists.

"Who...who agreed to sleep in your bed! Shameless!"

He was cursing, but his voice was as soft as a cat's meow.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

It seems that she still holds a place in his heart.

Lin Mo and Qin Ruxue were oblivious to everyone else, and they were being all lovey-dovey.

Meng Hu, on the other side, froze on the spot the moment he saw the pile of mangled flesh on the ground.

That fat face, stained with blood.

He would recognize even if he were reduced to ashes!

Yuwen Biao!

This beast is worse than a pig or a dog!

It was him who killed the old general and the young general!

Tens of thousands of brothers of the Mountain Shaking Army died tragically at Wolongpo!

A boundless hatred erupted from the depths of Meng Hu's heart like a volcano.

His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was heavy, and all the bones in his body were creaking.

Not just him.

On the city wall, the veteran soldiers of the Shaking Mountain Army who had peeked out to watch the commotion fell into a deathly silence after seeing the people on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, an intense, unyielding hatred burst forth from everyone's eyes.

That was a blood feud that was etched into our bones!

"Yuwen Biao—!!!"

Meng Hu suddenly let out a beast-like roar.

"Clang!"

The sword at his waist was drawn with a snap, transforming into a cold light that tore through the air, and without hesitation, he slashed down hard at the neck of the mangled flesh on the ground!

He wanted to avenge the old general and wipe away the hatred of the tens of thousands of brothers who died!

However, the blade suddenly stopped less than three inches from Yuwen Biao's neck.

One hand gripped Meng Hu's wrist, remaining motionless.

It's Lin Mo.

"Don't kill."

Lin Mo's voice was very calm.

The gust of wind from the blade ruffled Yuwen Biao's hair, which was stuck to his forehead with blood.

The chilling killing intent caused a heat to rise in his lower body, and a foul-smelling liquid instantly soaked his crotch.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

The shadow of death had never loomed so clearly over him.

But when he saw the knife hovering in mid-air and heard Lin Mo's name, extreme fear gave rise to a mad, sinister laugh in his heart.

He got it.

He understood everything!

This little beast named Lin Mo went to such great lengths to capture me alive, yet he won't let me kill him.

What's the point?

There must be something he needs in himself!

Since he has something to ask for, then I... won't die!

Not only will they not die, but they will also have leverage in negotiations!

If I can figure out what he really wants... perhaps I still have a chance to make a comeback!

Thinking of this, the fat flesh on Yuwen Biao's face, covered in blood, twitched violently.

Then came an uncontrollable burst of wild laughter.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

The laughter was heart-wrenching, aggravating all his wounds.

But he didn't care at all; instead, he laughed even louder, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

He used his unbroken arm to barely prop himself up, glanced contemptuously at Meng Hu beside him whose eyes were bloodshot, and let out a disdainful sneer.

"idiot."

Yuwen Biao's voice was hoarse, yet full of arrogance.

"Who do you think you are? A lowly soldier, you dare to mess with me?"

"On the chessboard, you're just a pawn! What good is crossing the river?"

"I'm handsome! Try touching me!"

The veins on Meng Hu's arm, which was gripping the knife, bulged. His wrist was being held by Lin Mo, but he still tried his best to press it down.

"Young Master Lin!"

"You told me to kill him!"

Meng Hu's voice sounded like it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

The chill of the blade was almost touching Yuwen Biao's fat neck.

However, Yuwen Biao completely ignored Meng Hu's murderous intent.

He turned his head and looked intently at Lin Mo.

On that pig-head-like face, a smile that he thought was the kindest and most respectful one could muster was forced out.

"Young Master Lin, is that right? I admire you, I truly admire you."

"At such a young age, he is a military genius with astonishing strategic brilliance."

"I accept defeat wholeheartedly in this battle."

He took a breath, and his tone became even more sincere.

"I know that you spared my life, young master, because you must have a great use for me."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely cooperate!"

"Whatever you desire, young master—military strategy, connections, a map of the northern border's defenses, or even secrets from the Third Prince's side..."

"I will not hide anything I know!"

He spoke with such sincerity that it was as if he had become Lin Mo's most loyal companion.

But then he changed the subject, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

"However... as you can see, young master, I'm afraid I can't hold on much longer in my current state."

"So please, sir, have a doctor come and take a look at me first."

"Otherwise, if I were to die by accident, you, young master, would be...wasting your efforts, wouldn't you?"

After saying that, he glanced at Meng Hu triumphantly, his eyes filled with undisguised provocation and mockery.

Hmph, you idiot!

A mere soldier actually tried to kill me?

I'm handsome!

Even if we lose the battle, it will still be valuable!

What's inside my belly is extremely valuable!

Then, as if remembering something, Yuwen Biao smacked his lips.

"By the way, Young Master Lin, I haven't had a drop of water since yesterday, I'm starving."

"Could you please trouble the young master to send someone to prepare some fine wine and food?"

"Don't overcomplicate things. Just roast a whole lamb, a few roast chickens, and warm a pot of thirty-year-old Shaoxing wine."

"Only when I'm full will I have the strength to cooperate with you, young master, wouldn't you agree?"

Seeing Yuwen Biao's arrogant attitude, as if it were his right and he even started ordering food, Meng Hu was so angry that he was trembling all over.

He suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Mo, his voice filled with pleading and despair.

"Young Master Lin...you...you really want to let him go?"