I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

"Father, how did Dong Jin die here?"

At night, Huozhou City descended into chaos.

As dusk fell, someone, without authorization, opened the city gates of Huozhou and welcomed Wang Bao's army from outside the city.

In the present day, Huozhou City is filled with fleeing civilians, Dong family army resisting, and Liangzhou iron cavalry entering the city.

The sounds of warhorses neighing, swords clashing, and screams mingled together, making tonight's night in Huozhou City a sleepless one.

The back alley of the Dong family residence.

Dong Jin lay face up in the alley corner, his body covered in deep, bone-revealing wounds, his eyes still open, unable to close in death!

Upon witnessing this scene, Pei Jiu was not only terrified but also filled with deep confusion.

Dong Jin was the Marquis of Wuyang, who not only commanded a large army but was also a first-rate martial arts master. It was truly strange that he died in his own back alley.

Pei Yunhe, with his hands behind his back, sighed and said, "No matter how high his martial arts skills are, he can't fight against four hands with two fists."

"What do you mean?"

Pei Jiu asked.

Pei Yunhe explained, "Look at the wounds on his body. There are sword wounds, knife wounds, and blunt force injuries. This shows that he was beaten by a group of people before he died."

"A martial arts master was beaten to death like that?" Pei Jiu still found it hard to believe.

In his mind, a martial arts master could easily take on multiple opponents, and taking the head of an enemy from among thousands of soldiers was even easier. He had dreamed of becoming a martial arts master since he was a child.

Pei Yunhe sneered repeatedly: "What's impossible? Everyone says that a Grandmaster can be worth ten thousand troops, which is used to describe the power of a Grandmaster. But they don't know that a Grandmaster can only be worth ten thousand troops. Twenty thousand or thirty thousand troops can easily kill a Grandmaster, let alone a Dong Jin."

"So in this world, what's truly terrifying is never any grandmaster; what's terrifying is an army."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the alley, and Wang Bao led his men there in a flurry of activity.

Upon seeing Dong Jin, who had been dead for some time, Wang Bao, riding on horseback, laughed and said, "Dong Jin actually died at the hands of you two, father and son. What a pathetic death."

"However, you and your son have made a great contribution. I have always been fair in rewarding and punishing, and I will definitely report your merits to His Highness the Crown Prince."

Pei Yunhe quickly bowed and said with his son, "Your Excellency, please investigate. Dong Jin was not killed by my father and me. When we arrived, he had already been dead for some time. In my humble opinion, he was beaten to death by a group of people."

Wang Bao waved his hand dismissively and said, "I don't care how he died, he's dead anyway."

"By the way, Pei Yunhe, that old bastard was right after all. Huozhou City really did open its gates and surrender on its own."

This battle for Huozhou City can be described as effortless.

Any soldiers who resisted within the city were quickly wiped out by Wang Bao's troops; Wang Bao had never fought such an easy battle before.

Pei Yunhe flattered, "It's all thanks to the Marquis and His Highness the Crown Prince! The unification of Jiangnan is what the people desire!"

For a moment, Wang Bao laughed even more heartily...

……

Two months later.

Letters of submission from various parts of Jiangnan were sent to the Yellow Crane Tower.

"Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations on the unification of Jiangnan! May Your Highness enjoy eternal glory!"

Xia Liu knelt down first and congratulated Qin Li, who was standing by the railing with his hands behind his back, looking out.

For the past two months, wherever Wang Bao's army went, all submitted, and any resistance was quickly suppressed.

In Jiangnan today, the six great families no longer hold sway; they recognize only one person: the Crown Prince.

As Xia Liu took the lead in kneeling, the other women exchanged glances, and whether they were willing or not, they all knelt down to express their congratulations.

Qin Li was in a good mood; this trip to Jiangnan had not been in vain.

Get up!

Qin Li turned around and told the women to rise.

"Your Highness, what should we do next?"

Xia Liu asked.

Qin Li said, "We've been out for so long, it's time to return to the capital. But before we go back, there's something I need to do."

……

The Pei family!

Two weeks ago, the Pei family hung red ribbons and lanterns all over the house, as if it were a joyous occasion.

In her boudoir.

Pei Qingluan, unusually, sat in front of the bronze mirror, took a comb, and slowly combed her hair. At the end, she picked up a piece of red paper and gently pursed her lips.

"Sister, this has truly broadened my horizons."

"It's been so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen you like this."

Pei Shisan jumped in through the window at some point, came to Pei Qingluan's side, and teased her with a smile.

Maids were guarding the main gate, and the First Madam had already given orders that no one was allowed to come and disturb them.

Pei Qingluan put down the red paper, opened the drawer, and picked up the style of earrings. Without even glancing at Pei Shisan, she said, "What's wrong with me like this? Your sister is a woman too. Getting married is such a big deal, shouldn't your sister dress up nicely and make herself look beautiful?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Shisan couldn't help but sneer, his body shaking with laughter until his stomach ached.

Who would have thought that Pei Qingluan, who had been disguised as a man for nearly twenty years, would say such things?

He clearly remembered that Pei Qingluan had said more than once that there was no good man in the world and that she would never get married in her life.

"Have you laughed enough?"

Pei Qingluan glared coldly at Pei Shisan.

"You've laughed enough."

Pei Shisan quickly suppressed his laughter and stood up obediently.

"When you've had your fill of laughing, come over and pick out some earrings for me. From your manly perspective, which pair of earrings would look best on me today?"

Pei Qingluan rarely dresses up, so when she sees all these earrings, they all look the same, and she doesn't know which pair to choose.

Pei Shisan looked at them and personally picked out a pair for Pei Qingluan, saying, "Take this pair."

Pei Qingluan said, "Wouldn't that be too ostentatious?"

Unexpectedly, Pei Shisan waved his hand and said, "So what if we're being flamboyant? Today we're going to be flamboyant, let the whole of Jiangxia City know, no, let the whole of Jiangnan know, that my Pei family is marrying off our daughter, and not just anyone, but the current Crown Prince. So, we can be as flamboyant as we want."

Pei Qingluan nodded, convinced by Pei Shisan's twisted logic.

"By the way, hasn't Second Uncle come back yet?"

Pei Qingluan asked.

"My father is on his way back, but I guess he won't make it in time. His Highness the Crown Prince is pressuring us quite a bit."

Pei Shisan said, "But, sister, don't worry. My father sent word back that my mother has prepared an extremely generous dowry for you. I guarantee you won't be able to spend it all in ten lifetimes. There are a hundred carriages just to carry the dowry. My mother is so heartbroken that she keeps crying."

Upon hearing this, Pei Qingluan gasped.

A dowry procession of one hundred cars following her to the capital—isn't that a bit too ostentatious?

"Sister, let's not talk about my father, let's talk about your father, my uncle."

Pei Qingluan's face immediately turned cold: "Why bring him up on such a joyous occasion?"

Pei Shisan forced a smile and said, "Sister, you can't be too polite to accept gifts, and your father has also prepared a generous dowry for you."

Pei Qingluan sneered: "The Sword Sect is dirt poor, yet they have money to prepare a dowry for me?"

"You don't know this, sister," Pei Shisan said, "the dowry your father prepared for you wasn't gold, silver, or fine silks, but a person."

"Person? Who is it?" Pei Qingluan asked.

"Your father gave you all the geniuses in his sword sect as a dowry. I heard that the lowest cultivation level is the early stage of the eighth rank, and there are also four ninth-rank experts, making a total of twelve people."

"Twelve swordplay geniuses will be your dowry—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! From now on, no one in the capital will dare mess with you! You can walk around with your head held high!"