The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 207 He kept his word
Since Ye Jingnian's massacre of Western Shu that year, which shocked the Western Shu emperor into a ceasefire, Ye Jinfeng has never dared to send him on a campaign again.

Putting aside his excessive brutality on the battlefield, even after leaving the capital, his position in the imperial court is far from secure...

Upon hearing this, Ye Jinchen raised his handsome eyebrows and, seeing the murderous intent in Ye Jingnian's eyes, couldn't help but sneer.

It seems there's something more interesting to him than seizing power?

With these words, he withdrew from the competition for power with him.

"Your Highness! This matter... requires further consideration!" Prime Minister Li stepped forward and spoke with a forced smile. "The witchcraft of the Western Shu Kingdom is unpredictable and ever-changing. If we rashly lead our troops into battle, I fear..."

"Is the Prime Minister afraid of Western Shu?" Ye Jingnian raised his thin lips, his deep eyes revealing no emotion. "I guess the Prime Minister is afraid that my methods are too ruthless and will damage my reputation as a virtuous and kind man?"

He chuckled sullenly and said, "You've probably forgotten how many of my soldiers the Western Shu barbarians used Gu worms to devour. I'm just giving them a taste of their own medicine."

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Upon hearing this, Ye Jinfeng had no choice but to nod in agreement: "Approved, but this battle is only to deter Western Shu, so please do not go so far as to kill them all."

As he said this, he looked at Ye Jingnian.

Ye Jingnian's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile as he lazily replied, "Your subject obeys."

As dawn approached on the border between the two countries, the mighty army of Zhu Luo, numbering 200,000, swept across the western border of Shu, and the war between Zhu Luo and western Shu officially began.

Because Ye Jingnian had previously led troops against Western Shu, he was the commander-in-chief in this battle.

Amidst the flames of war, warhorses neighed.

On the city wall of the Western Shu Kingdom, the general, sword in hand, roared, "Fire the arrows!"

A rain of arrows fell from the sky, carrying a dark, eerie purple light, and wherever they landed, Gu worms spread out.

Before the poisoned arrows even reached Zhu Luo's army, a golden spiderweb-like barrier deflected them.

Having already witnessed the insidious nature of the Western Shu's techniques, Zhu Luo came prepared this time, bringing along a sorcerer to fight alongside his army.

"Break the city." Ye Jingnian raised his sword to the sky, a cold smile playing on his lips.

This time, he will not allow Western Shu to torture and kill Zhu Luo again.

On the battlefield filled with the smoke of gunpowder, the acrid smell of the Gu worms also spread.

That night.

Several soldiers wearing Western Shu armor entered the military tent, clasped their hands in greeting, and reported: "Your Highness, these are the prisoners we captured today who have already surrendered. May I ask... what should we do with them?"

Ye Jingnian narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly and slowly walked up to the prisoner.

When Sheng Yukun returned, blood was flowing out of the military tent.

He frowned and turned to the soldier on guard, asking, "What's going on?"

The soldier lowered his head and said, "We just escorted in several surrendered prisoners of war and handed them over to Your Highness for disposal."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yukun knew something was wrong. He lifted the curtain and saw that the prisoners of war, who were lying haphazardly bound with ropes, had no chance to resist and were cruelly slaughtered.

Watching the prisoners of war fall one by one, the last prisoner trembled as he raised his head. Seeing Ye Jingnian's appearance, fear gripped his heart: "Spare my life..."

Ye Jingnian raised her beautiful lips and said, "This is the first time someone has spoken to me like this..."

He kicked the prisoner in the chest, pinning him to the ground. The sharp blade in his hand, reflecting the firelight, stung the prisoner's eyes.

"I will give you a way to live. Whether you survive or not depends on your fate."

"Ah!" A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the military tent as a bloodied ear fell to the ground.

One hand blocked the hand that was about to strike, Sheng Yukun glared at him darkly, and said, "Your Highness! You promised the Emperor that this battle was only for deterrence." Ye Jingnian shook off his hand, snorted coldly, his lazy aura exuding a sinister air, and looked at him with bloodthirsty cruelty, saying, "Deterrence? What does Marquis Zhenbei think constitutes deterrence?"

A murderous glint appeared in his eyes, and the dagger he threw pierced the prisoner's neck.

The control over that area was excellent; it was just a hair's breadth away from being a vital spot. The prisoner was in excruciating pain, writhing and struggling on the ground, eventually either losing too much blood or dying from the agony.

But Ye Jingnian wouldn't do that. He would give the prisoners hemostatic powder and painkillers as needed, torturing them repeatedly until they were completely broken.

“The new recruits haven’t been on the battlefield for too long; they’ve probably forgotten my reputation, Ye Jingnian.” He watched the prisoners struggle and writhe on the ground, letting out a muffled laugh.

A sudden fear gripped the prisoner's heart. Ye Jingnian... six years ago, he massacred a city, leaving nothing but desolation in his wake... the Asura War God who was a force to be reckoned with in his army's wake...

It's him!

The prisoner struggled to crawl towards the outside of the military tent. Falling into his hands meant he was neither alive nor dead. It would have been better for him to be hacked to death by the soldiers outside!

Sheng Yukun's face was cold. He drew his sword and sealed the prisoner's throat. The prisoner's eyes were filled with gratitude before he closed them forever.

Blood dripped slowly from the back of the sword. Sheng Yukun looked at his back and said, "I knew your promise was a lie from the very beginning."

"How could it be fake?" Ye Jingnian's lips curled into a sinister smile as he said, "It's just that when a general is in the field, he may disobey the emperor's orders."

As he finished speaking, he lifted the tent flap, looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and announced loudly, "Pass down the order: massacre the city first thing tomorrow morning."

The Imperial Palace and Imperial Garden of Western Shu.

Since arriving in Western Shu, Mu Zhixing has been using mystical incantations to communicate briefly.

To learn the authentic language and script of Western Shu, one should travel around and listen to different places in daily life.

Several maids were chatting outside the rockery, so she sat down at the table, picked up a book, and flipped through it, comparing it with their language.

She suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. Looking at the full moon in the sky, she raised her hand and did some calculations, then gently frowned.

In tomorrow's battle, Western Shu will be defeated.

"I heard that Prince Zhu Luo is leading the army again this time..."

"Before I entered the palace, I heard my brother say that Crown Prince Zhu Luo was ruthless and cruel to us Western Shu people. It would be better to die than to fall into his hands."

"Are we just going to let him bully us like this...?"

"Besides the Emperor, the most powerful person is none other than the eldest princess, but now... sigh..."

The palace maids outside the window secretly stopped and discussed among themselves, their words filled with worry.

"But our Third Princess is truly lucky. After staying in Prince Zhu Luo's palace for so long, she managed to return unscathed..."

Mu Zhixing sighed heavily and walked towards the imperial palace.

Ye Jingnian once said that he would flatten every inch of land in Western Shu, and he did not lie to her.

The backlash from the elixir became increasingly severe, and at that moment, as she listened to the cicadas chirping in the treetops, she couldn't help but shiver.

She stopped, reaching out to protect her arms; beneath the thin fabric, her skin was cold and lifeless.

She clenched her hands, the coldness of her fingertips feeling as if she were in an ice cellar, and even her feet were frozen numb.

A cloak was draped over her shoulders, and her movements froze as she turned her head to look at Sheng Xiao beside her. Her eyes were icy as she swept the cloak off her shoulders and onto the ground.

After a moment of dizziness, she felt her vision go black and her body went limp.

(End of this chapter)