I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Northern Mang army camp.

Next to the central command tent, there is an inconspicuous little tent.

The side of the small tent had been deliberately cut open with a knife in several places.

The wind kept blowing in, and dust kept drifting in.

Behind it were patrol routes for several other patrol teams.

Every half hour, the sound of thunderous footsteps could be heard coming in.

Looking at it this way, the accommodations in the small tents are really not very good.

However, the small tent was heavily guarded.

Even the guards at the entrance of the central command tent kept their eyes fixed on this small tent, watching its every move.

"What is this?!"

Jin Ge, who had a limp, held a half-full can of goat milk in both hands.

He was about to happily enter the small tent, but was rudely stopped by the guards at the door.

"Don't you have eyes? It's goat's milk!"

Jin Ge was furious and responded with a wide glare.

The Empress's plan failed.

Not only was the empress forced to abdicate, but he also had all his cultivation destroyed.

He broke one of his legs and became a cripple from then on.

"Of course I know this is goat's milk. I'm asking you, what are you doing putting goat's milk in there!"

The guards were not afraid at all; instead, they puffed out their chests and stepped forward.

Jin Ge was no longer a general, and he was not afraid at all.

"Why ask so many questions? This is what His Majesty wants."

After saying that, Jin Ge, too lazy to waste any more words with the guard, was about to hug the half-full can of goat milk in his arms and walk into the small tent.

Seeing this, the two guards exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a mischievous and malicious look.

One of the guards pointed behind Jin Ge and shouted, "Greetings, Second General!"

Second General!

Murong Jin, the second son of Murong Qingcang!

He was cruel, ruthless, bloodthirsty, and murderous.

He's definitely not here for anything good; he's probably here to cause trouble for the Empress.

Jin Ge subconsciously turned his head to look, but there was no sign of Murong Jin behind him.

Realizing he had been tricked, Jin Ge was about to turn around again.

But instead, two knife handles came crashing down on him.

Boom!

It hit him right in the eye socket, splitting it open and causing it to bleed profusely.

It hit him on the forehead, and a bump the size of an egg immediately appeared.

"Your Majesty? Where did this Your Majesty come from?"

"You mean that woman, the one who had a bastard child with a man from the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

"She dares to challenge my, the Emperor of Northern Mang? Bah!"

Two guards stepped forward and easily knocked Jin Ge to the ground.

In the past, Jin Ge could have dealt with them with just one finger.

But now, Jin Ge's cultivation was completely destroyed, and he was also lame in one leg. He was a useless person, and his two fists were no match for four hands. He was quickly knocked to the ground.

The two men rained blows on Jin Ge, who was lying on the ground.

The passing patrol saw it but remained unmoved; they even whistled and made noise before leaving.

Jin Ge fell to the ground, not fighting back, but simply using his body and hands to tightly protect the half-can of goat milk beneath him, without saying a word.

After the two guards were exhausted and panting heavily, Jin Ge slowly got up from the ground.

"stare?"

"You dare glare at us?!"

"Jin Ge, do you think you're a general?"

"You're nothing but a cripple now, a prisoner!"

Seeing Jin Ge glaring at them, one of the guards started cursing.

Roll up your sleeves, and you're going to teach Jin Ge another lesson.

"Alright, you're not tired, but I am."

Another guard stopped him and broke the golden spear. If they were blamed by their superiors, they would be in deep trouble.

"Fine, I'll let him off this time. If he dares to do it again, I'll see how I cripple his other leg."

After saying that, the guard waved his hand, telling Jin Ge to hurry inside and disappear before their eyes.

Jin Ge remained silent, clutching a half-empty can of goat milk.

Dragging his injured body, he limped into the tent.

The two guards stopped looking at Jin Ge and started chatting and laughing, discussing what to eat for lunch.

"Greetings, Second General!"

Jin Ge had just reached out and lifted the tent flap, and before he could even step inside, he heard the orderly voices of two guards behind him.

Jin Ge paused, gritted his teeth, and cursed under his breath, "Is this never going to end?"

He wouldn't fall for the same trick twice!

However, before he could react, two enormous forces pulled him back from the left and right.

Jin Ge was pulled so hard that he stumbled and almost dropped the half-full can of goat milk in his hand.

He was about to speak when he saw Murong Jin leading a group of soldiers straight toward him.

"Kneel down now!"

The two guards whispered.

Jin Ge did not kneel.

In his entire life, he only knelt to heaven, earth, his parents, and the Empress; he never had the habit of kneeling to anyone else.

Not to mention kneeling before an executioner whose hands are stained with blood.

Making him kneel before Murong Jin is worse than just killing him.

Murong Jin was not muscular; on the contrary, he was rather thin and frail.

A curved sword hung at his waist, and his eyes were full of ruthlessness.

When he approached, both guards were trembling.

There's no other reason than that Murong Jin's reputation for bloodthirstiness was simply too great.

Even if they are on his own side, even if Murong Jin is in a bad mood or doesn't like them, he will still kill them.

"What are you holding?"

Murong Jin looked at the half-full can of goat milk in Jin Ge's hand and asked.

Jin Ge didn't answer, so a guard quickly clasped his hands and said, "Reporting to the Second General, it's half a can of goat's milk!"

"Has it been checked?"

Murong Jin asked again.

"It has been checked."

The guard replied.

"How was the examination conducted?"

The guard didn't know how to answer and stammered.

How else can you check goat milk? Of course, you just glance at it and let it go.

Besides, the jar isn't very big, so it can't hold any sharp weapons.

"Useless trash, what use are you to us!"

clap clap!

Murong Jin swung his hand and knocked the two guards to the ground.

The two guards dared not object and quickly got up and knelt down again.

After disciplining the two guards, Murong Jin reached out to Jin Ge, asking for the half-can of goat milk.

Jin Ge, of course, refused to give it up and held it tightly in his arms.

Murong Jin didn't bother with any more words and delivered a fierce side kick, hitting the jar in Jin Ge's arms squarely.

boom!

The jar was kicked and smashed, spilling goat milk all over the floor.

Jin Ge was kicked so hard that he flew backward and crashed at the tent entrance.

However, Jin Ge immediately got up from the ground, ignoring the pain in his chest, and rushed to check the spilled goat milk:

"What are you doing! This is for the princess!"

Murong Jin wasn't angry at all; instead, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Princess? What princess?"

"That's a bastard, and a bastard child of a man from the Central Plains at that!"

"We didn't strangle her outright, but that was out of respect for the commander-in-chief."

"Otherwise, just peel it, roast it, and eat it."

Meeting Murong Jin's wicked gaze, Jin Ge gritted his teeth and said, "You are the princess's uncle!"

Murong Jin replied, "Uncle? This general is not her uncle."

"Alright!"

Murong Jin waved his hand and said, "Hurry inside, let my sister feed that bastard child quickly, don't let him starve to death!"

After saying this, Murong Jin laughed heartily and left with his men.

It comes quickly and goes quickly.

Jin Ge clenched his fist and slammed it into the ground a few times. He gritted his teeth, cursed under his breath, and slumped into the tent...