My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 114 Counterattack
Indeed, the father and son have made considerable contributions to the current stability of Wan'an Prefecture.

A prince who rarely left his residence and had little presence in the court arrived and immediately announced that he would release grain from the granaries to provide relief to all the disaster victims.

How much food and supplies will the Wang family have left?

Those emaciated, unruly people outside the city—they think they're worthy of fighting the Wang family for grain and other goods? It's a joke.

“Father, think it through. Those unruly people outside are all selfish, self-serving, and unruly, unlike the obedient, sensible, and easy-to-manage people in the city.”

These days, most of the people in the city have been tamed perfectly.

As long as they have enough grain, the Wang family can control everyone in the prefectural city and make them obedient. But what about those outside... especially those who fled from the capital? They are arrogant and domineering, can they truly obey?
The more diverse and complex the influx of people into the city, the more difficult it is to manage them; controlling these outsiders is no easy task.

Once all the grain is released into the city, and the Crown Prince opens the granaries to distribute it, then... all the credit will not be attributed to the Wang family.

Everyone was so grateful to that person that they knelt and kowtowed three times and nine times, completely forgetting that Wan'an Prefecture belonged to their Wang family.

"What can we do?" Wang Yinghui was also extremely frustrated.

The servants and lackeys in the government office are so useless; they are no match for His Highness the Crown Prince's entourage.

What can he do?

"Father, don't forget, even though Captain Wang is dead, the archer battalion is still here."

Wang Yinghui turned pale with fright, grabbed her son's shoulder, and gritted her teeth, "Don't do anything rash, assess the situation first."

"Father, you can rest assured that your son will handle things well." Wang Shanting patted his father's hand and smiled confidently.

“Things are different now, Father. The Emperor fled to Xishan County overnight to seek refuge with Xiao Mingduo. Xiao Mingduo commands 50,000 Xishan troops. Even if you want to pledge allegiance, you have to choose the right master, Father. You can trust me, I'm sure you won't go wrong.”

"this?"

"Stop arguing, Dad." Wang Shanting gripped his father's hand tightly. "If they really distribute all the grain tomorrow, it will be too late!"

……

Wang Yinghui tossed and turned all night, barely sleeping.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he opened his eyes, half asleep and half awake, only to find everything still dark.

He needed to urinate at night, so he called out the attendant's name and propped himself up on one side.

My right hand suddenly touched something sticky and wet.

Wang Yinghui frowned, thinking that the servants hadn't cleaned the room properly because it was dark.

He called out to the attendants several times, but no one answered.

Wang Yinghui was furious, thinking that the attendant had fallen into a deep sleep and hadn't heard him call out.

He sat up abruptly and yawned.

However, with half a yawn still in his mouth, his eyes remained wide open.

On the window frame directly opposite the bed, it looked like two balls were hanging upside down, swaying back and forth with the wide-open window.

Wang Yinghui rubbed his eyes, and the sticky stuff on his hands got into them, making it look somewhat unreal.

Oh no! What's swaying at the window doesn't look like a ball at all, but clearly two heads with disheveled hair and drooping faces!
He screamed in terror, his whole body trembled, and he scrambled to get onto the bed.

After rolling over, he finally realized something was wrong!
There are other people in the bed.

Wang Yinghui abruptly threw back the covers, only to be met with Wang Shanting's wide, angry eyes, which startled him greatly.

With a shudder and a jump, half of him nearly crashed into the ceiling.

As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, things actually became clearer.

Although there was no light, a blood-red hue was reflected in Wang Shanting's wide, dark eyes.

Yes, blood-red.

The fire started at the bed and spread all the way to the doorway, where Old Madam Wang, her nephew, and a group of family members lay scattered on the floor.

Every face was contorted and grotesque, familiar yet strangely terrifying. Wang Yinghui threw away the blood-soaked bedsheet, trembling for a long time before finally managing to sit up again, stumbling and falling to the ground.

The ground was covered in sticky, cold blood. Lord Wang collapsed and lay half-lying down beside his terrified, wide-eyed mother.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream and scrambled toward the door, looking utterly wretched.

Wang Yinghui crawled out of the house, retching all the way, his heart pounding with fear, his body trembling uncontrollably.

His head was stiffly tilted upwards.

It seemed to have rained a little outside, and the air smelled damp.

His Highness the Crown Prince sat there calmly, his expression revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Behind him, two rows of upright guards held torches, illuminating most of the courtyard.

Wang Yinghui, covered in blood, was so weak that he couldn't even get up.

He could only keep dry heaving and feeling nauseous, his face contorted in pain and distress.

Corpses were everywhere, even in the courtyard. A single glance at the scene filled Wang Yinghui with dread.

The crown prince gently stroked the white jade porcelain cup in his hand, his cool gaze falling on him and slowly moving upwards.

A slight, mocking smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"Lord Wang, do you like the gift I gave you?"

The voice, which was originally gentle and soothing, sounded to Lord Wang like a messenger from hell demanding his life.

He lay there motionless, his breath filled with the smell of blood and rust, a feeling he couldn't quite describe.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiao Jinzhi sighed softly and lightly beckoned with her finger.

Zhu Yan raised his hand and swung it forcefully.

Several guards escorted a dozen or so trembling men, their mouths gagged, out from behind the crowd.

They pushed and shoved the person until they were kneeling on the ground.

The prince's slender fingertips traced the jade porcelain teacup, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. "Raise your head, Lord Wang, and take a good look at these people before you. Do you recognize them?"

Zhu Yan raised his hand again, and two guards with stern faces stepped forward quickly, unceremoniously pulling Wang Yinghui up from the ground, grabbing his messy hair, and forcing him to tilt his head back.

Wang Yinghui's inner fear reached a breaking point when he saw more than a dozen people who were tied up and gagged.

He let out two cries but couldn't speak.

The crown prince, on the other hand, seemed extremely understanding.

“Let Lord Wang have some dignity. You…” The Crown Prince smiled casually, pointing at the attendants, “Don’t go too far.”

The attendant expressionlessly lowered his hand from pulling the hair, then kicked Lord Wang in the back of the knee, causing him to fall heavily to his knees.

"Recognize me, Your Highness." The Crown Prince's smile was gentle, but his voice was chilling.

"Do you recognize them all?" The Crown Prince tapped the armrest lightly, a slight smile curving his thin lips. "Is their name Mountain Spirit? Lord Wang?"

"Ugh, ugh!" Several men, bound like rice dumplings, seemed to be in a great hurry and wanted to speak.

The Crown Prince, always considerate, gestured for his servants to remove the gags from their mouths.

The burly man at the head of the group wept bitterly and cried out, "Lord Wang, you must do justice for us brothers! What exactly happened? Who are they?"

Wang Yinghui was shaking like a leaf.

He is still immersed in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The old woman's ferocious, wide-open eyes and the tragic death of her son, Wang Shanting, were both vividly clear in my mind.

It’s over.

It seems like everything is over!