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

Xia Jie's fingers trembled slightly from his intensely suppressed rage.

He suppressed his anger and continued downwards, pressing heavily on the southern border.

Miao King Xia Xiong.

The secret message was sent out, but it disappeared without a trace.

Not only did he not send a single soldier out of the southern border, but he also sealed off all the passes leading out of the mountains.

Even the imperial envoy he sent was beaten out!

Even more outrageous is...

The scouts reported that Xia Xiong's precious daughter, whom he doted on, actually ran off to the northern border, offering herself up for him!

She sticks to Lin Mo's side all the time, and even protects him from the Seven Deadly Gu!

"Great...very good!"

Xia Jie, enraged, laughed, his voice echoing in the empty study.

"Second Uncle became a useless piece of trash, Fourth Uncle took advantage of the situation, Third Uncle pretended to be dead and watched the show, and even sent his daughter to marry a rebel!"

"You think this Great Xia empire is just a playground for a few vassal kings like yourself!"

boom!

Xia Jie slammed his fist heavily onto the map, shattering the small wooden flag representing the southern border into pieces.

None of them are reliable!

They're all up to no good!

Are we counting on these powerful princes to quell the rebellion?

That's wishful thinking!

The foundation of the Great Xia Dynasty is being hollowed out little by little by Lin Mo.

The northern border has already established its own military and declared independence.

The Western Wilderness was thrown into chaos by Xia Heng.

If this drags on any longer...

Once Lin Mo had finished recuperating in the northern border, he immediately led his troops south.

Who will guard the gates of this capital city?

A flash of extreme ferocity crossed Xia Jie's eyes.

We have to get serious now.

If the princes' troops are unreliable, then we can only use our own troops.

Garrison of the capital region.

In addition, there's the million-strong Imperial Guard stationed in Zhongzhou, the lifeblood of the Nine Provinces!

This is the last trump card of the Great Xia Dynasty.

They were all elites, painstakingly cultivated with the nation's own hard-earned money.

Heavy infantry armed to the teeth, impervious to swords and spears.

The Shenji Battalion, skilled in archery, could turn city walls into sieves with their crossbows.

Xia Jie frantically deduced the scenario in his mind.

No matter how good Lin Mo is at fighting, or how vigorous his blood and energy are, can he withstand the charge of 100,000 people, or even a million?

Even if he were an indestructible Rakshasa, a volley of hundreds of thousands of armor-piercing crossbows could turn him into mincemeat!

As long as this million-strong army presses forward and forms an impregnable fortress, even if it costs lives, they can wear Lin Mo down to a dried-up corpse!

But here is the problem.

The tiger tally for this million-strong army was not in his hands.

Xia Jie strode to the window.

My gaze passed through the half-open window and fell upon the towering mountain peak outside the capital.

Clouds obscure the mountains.

That broken mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.

It is fifty miles from the capital.

The tiger tally was in the hands of the emperor who was obsessed with immortality and cared nothing for the lives of ordinary people.

The Great Xia army had strict military regulations, recognizing only the seal and not the person.

Without that cold, hard copper lump, no one could mobilize even a single soldier.

Even if he was the prince who oversaw the country, even if he held an imperial edict stamped with the Imperial Seal of the State in his hand.

Those imperial guards generals would only draw their swords and block him outside the camp gate.

He guarded against his own son like a thief.

Xia Jie tugged at the dough, creating an extremely sarcastic arc.

The Great Xia dynasty is almost completely destroyed.

That high and mighty emperor is still deep in the mountains and forests, gnawing on his poison pills.

What a wonderful father I am!

What a fine ruler of the Great Xia Dynasty!

Xia Jie suddenly turned around, his brocade robe flashing past the window, and strode towards the study door.

"Someone come here."

Two black-clad guards appeared like ghosts outside the door and knelt on one knee.

"Prepare the sedan chair."

Xia Jie stepped out of the threshold and looked up at the gloomy sky.

"Let's go to Yunmi Mountain."

"yes!"

The black-clad guard immediately stood up.

Following behind Xia Jie, they quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

……

Xia Jie is gone.

The black-clad guards also left.

There wasn't a soul left outside the study.

Inside the house, only the scout, terrified, remained.

They remained in the prostrate position.

He stuck out his buttocks and lay face down on the ground.

Take a breath.

Ten breaths.

Half an incense stick's time has passed.

The scout had already mentally rehearsed his own death a hundred and eight times.

Was it chopped up and fed to the dogs?

Burned alive?

Or should we just throw it into the snake pit?

The punishments in the Third Prince's residence were more varied than those in the eighteen levels of hell.

His stiff neck finally moved.

It made a clicking or grinding sound.

Like a rusty puppet, he slowly raised his head, bit by bit.

My gaze first swept over the empty rosewood chair.

empty.

Then sweep over the shattered jade dragon paperweight on the ground.

Broken.

Finally, I looked at the open door to the study.

no one.

There wasn't even a passing maid.

The scout was stunned.

He blinked.

She blinked again.

My brain went blank for a full three seconds before it started working again.

"I... survived?"

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

He suddenly lowered his head and glanced at his lower body.

The yellow water stain had expanded into a small puddle.

It was flowing freely through the gaps in the gleaming gold bricks.

The stench of urine permeated the air arrogantly.

pungent.

above.

"I peed on the Third Prince's floor tiles..."

"I'm still alive?!"

The scout's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The last brother who shed a drop of sweat on this brick.

The grass on the grave is about to sprout!

The body was gnawed to pieces by wild dogs, leaving not even a bone fragment!

He peed right into a lake!

They actually survived completely unscathed!

"Holy crap!"

"I'm incredibly lucky to be alive!"

The scout, finally realizing what was happening, felt his blood boil and surge.

My scalp is tingling.

ecstasy.

The overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal burst forth from the top of my head.

My mind was filled with the hellish scene of Broken Soul Cliff.

Lin Mo crushed the Gu Master's head with one hand, sending red and white matter flying everywhere.

The elite of the West Wind Heavy Armor Battalion were torn apart by him like shredded radishes.

That wasn't a war at all; it was a one-sided slaughter!

To hell with achieving great things!

To hell with the titles and privileges bestowed upon wives and children!

Isn't it good to be alive?

He suddenly stood up.

My legs had gone numb from kneeling for so long.

He suddenly stood up, and his left foot tripped over his right.

He slipped and fell face-first into his own pee.

Splat!

A splash of yellow water rose up.

Water splashed all over my face.

But he was completely unaware!

Using both hands and feet, they launch themselves from the ground.

He scrambled out of the study.

run!

Run!

Before the Third Prince remembered that there was a survivor here.

Run!

He fled Beijing overnight! He changed his name and went back to the countryside to farm!

Let whoever wants to be a scout be one!

The scout had only one thought in his mind.

He rushed into the corridor.

They bumped into two maids carrying tea.

boom!

The teacup shattered on the floor.

The scalding hot tea was poured directly on him.

The skin turned red from the burn.

"Hey! Don't you have eyes?!"

The maid started cursing loudly.

The scouts ignored them completely.

He stepped on a piece of broken porcelain.

The sharp porcelain shards even pierced through the soles of my shoes.

Blood mixed with tea flowed all over the floor.

It doesn't hurt!

It doesn't hurt at all!

As long as your head is still on your neck, this little injury is nothing!

He transformed into a runaway wild boar, sweeping across the Third Prince's residence.

"Stop! What are you doing!"

The guards at the gate drew their swords and demanded an explanation.

The scout's eyes were bloodshot, and he lowered his head, forcefully pushing through.

"Get out of here! I quit!"