Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Outside the Chu family camp, a makeshift stove was set up.

Jiang Yining was squatting on the ground cooking porridge.

Chu Sikong was delicate and couldn't get used to the hard, dry rations in the military camp. He insisted on drinking the peach blossom porridge that she cooked herself.

"Ningning! I caught a wild rabbit!"

Bai Ze rushed over like a whirlwind, carrying a fat rabbit that was still dripping blood. His muscles gleamed in the sunlight, and he had a silly grin on his face, begging for praise.

"Look how smooth this fur is, how about I make you a scarf?"

Just as he was about to present the bloody rabbit to Jiang Yining, a pale hand stopped him.

Chu Sikong appeared out of nowhere, still looking frail and weak. He held a handkerchief in his hand, covering his mouth and nose, and shrank behind Jiang Yining with disgust.

"What a strong fishy smell..."

He frowned deeply: "General Bai, could you please move this thing further away? I'm about to throw up..."

"Why do you have so many problems, you blind idiot?!"

Bai Ze glared at him so angry that he almost threw the rabbit in his face.

"This is wild game! Don't you even know what wild game is? Have you gone mad from being locked up in that dilapidated house?"

"My wife..."

Chu Sikong ignored him completely, instead pulling on Jiang Yining's sleeve, burying his face in her shoulder, his body trembling slightly, looking extremely pitiful.

"I'm afraid of blood...it's really disgusting."

Jiang Yining sighed helplessly and glared at Bai Ze.

"Alright, take the rabbit away, don't scare him."

"Scare him? Is he made of paper?!"

Bai Ze looked as aggrieved as a big dog that had been kicked by its owner, staring longingly at Jiang Yining.

"Ningning, I specially went to get this for you..."

"Bai Ze".

A clear, cold voice, like shattered jade, interrupted.

Ji Lingxiao approached with his hands behind his back, his gaze lingering for a moment on the hand that Jiang Yining was using to protect Chu Sikong, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

"As a general protecting the nation, instead of rectifying military discipline, you're making a scene over a mere rabbit. What kind of behavior is this?"

The moment he opened his mouth, the air pressure around him dropped eight degrees.

Not wanting to openly argue with the Prime Minister in this setting, Bai Ze could only glare fiercely at Chu Sikong before leaving, grumbling and cursing as he picked up the rabbit.

Having dealt with that idiot, Ji Lingxiao's gaze finally fell on Jiang Yining.

"Madam Chu is indeed virtuous."

He looked at the pot of steaming porridge, his tone indifferent.

"However, doting mothers often spoil their children."

"Now that the Second Young Master Chu has come of age, if he can't even endure this little hardship, how will he uphold the honor of the Chu family in the future?"

"Your words are wise."

Jiang Yining served a bowl of porridge, and Chu Sikong leaned over.

"I'm in poor health, and my wife is happy to spoil me."

He replied with a forced smile.

Chu Sikong held the spoonful of porridge in his mouth and casually licked Jiang Yining's fingers.

"Thank you, my wife. You are so kind."

This scene was practically stepping on Ji Lingxiao's sore spots.

He stared intently at the two of them, a sickly red tinge appearing at the corners of his eyes.

"it is good."

"very good."

Ji Lingxiao suddenly laughed, a laugh so chilling it sent shivers down one's spine.

He gave Jiang Yining a deep look, then turned and left.

The way that figure looked out of the back exuded a dangerous aura of "I'm going to cause trouble."

On the high observation platform.

Ye Wuhen leaned lazily against the soft couch, taking in all of this.

He toyed with the dagger stained with the blood of countless people in his hand, a strange excitement flickering in his narrow eyes.

"That's interesting."

"That blind man is as weak as a woman, and this woman actually treats him like a treasure?"

"Could it be because..."

His gaze fell on Chu Sikong's pale yet alluring face, and he thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"Is she good-looking?"

"Tsk."

Ye Wuhen snorted disdainfully.

"What good is being pretty?"

Only the strong deserve to live.

In the afternoon, the hunt officially began.

The mournful sound of the horn startled countless birds into flight from the forest.

Dressed in golden armor and a red robe, Ye Wuhen rode a jet-black steed and charged into the dense forest.

The sons of the powerful and wealthy behind them, eager to impress the emperor, followed along with great enthusiasm, shouting excitedly.

Jiang Yining rode a gentle chestnut horse, slowly trailing at the back of the procession.

Chu Sikong couldn't ride a horse, so he was left in the camp.

"My lady, please return soon. If you encounter any danger, call my name."

Jiang Yining just found it funny at the time.

What's the use of calling you? Can't you fly over to save me?

However, in order to appease this clingy person, she nodded perfunctorily.

Once inside the woods, the surroundings gradually quieted down.

Jiang Yining didn't want to join in the fun; she just wanted to find a secluded place to relax.

However, the change happened in an instant.

The dozens of imperial guards who were originally protecting Ye Wuhen suddenly fell off their horses in unison, like wheat being harvested.

Their faces were purple, and their bodies were limp as mud; they were clearly poisoned.

"Assassins! Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

Someone shouted out.

But the shouts did not attract reinforcements; instead, they brought a group of assassins dressed in black and wielding sharp blades.

These people were clearly prepared, with a clear objective: to take Ye Wuhen's head.

Ye Wuhen reined in his horse and looked at the guards lying on the ground around him. Instead of being panicked, he revealed a bloodthirsty, maniacal laugh.

"You've got some skill; you managed to poison me right under my nose."

He drew the long sword from his waist.

"Let me see who gave you the audacity!"

Ye Wuhen was only mildly poisoned, and facing dozens of top assassins alone, even with his superior martial arts skills, he gradually lost ground.

"laugh--"

An assassin took advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack, slashing the horse's leg with his blade.

The black horse let out a mournful neigh and collapsed to the ground with a crash.

Ye Wuhen was thrown out and rolled several times on the ground before regaining his balance.

Before he could even stand up, three long swords, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, were already slashing down towards his head.

At this critical moment.

"drive!"

A red figure suddenly rushed out from the side.

Jiang Yining brandished her riding whip and lashed it hard across the faces of the assassins.

"Mount up!"

Without the slightest hesitation, she bent down, reached out her hand, and shouted at Ye Wuhen on the ground.

Ye Wuhen was taken aback.

He looked at the woman who was walking towards him against the sunlight.

Her hands were trembling with fear, and her face was deathly pale, but her eyes held a resolute determination.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Ye Wuhen grabbed that hand.

Jiang Yining pulled hard, using the horse's momentum to drag the heavy man onto the horse's back.

"Hold on tight!"

She gave a low shout and squeezed the horse's belly hard with her legs.

The chestnut horse, in pain, let out a neigh and galloped away.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

Arrows rained down from behind like locusts.

Ye Wuhen sat behind Jiang Yining, swinging his sword in the backhand to deflect the deadly arrows.

But he was still hit by an arrow, and blood soaked through Jiang Yining's back.

"Why did you save me?"

Ye Wuhen seemed oblivious to his injury, whispering in her ear, his voice devoid of emotion.

"At this point, you should run as far away as possible."

"or……"

His blood-stained hands gently caressed Jiang Yining's slender neck.

"Take this opportunity to kill me."

Jiang Yining felt a chill on her neck, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

That madman!

What time is it? Why are you still thinking about these trivial things!

"If Your Majesty wishes to die, I'll kick you off the stage right now!"

Jiang Yining gritted her teeth and roared, "Shut up if you don't want to die! Hold on tight!"

Of course, she didn't want to save this tyrant.

But the baby voice in my head kept urging me on:

[Mommy! Save him! A beauty saves the hero, then takes the opportunity to sleep...]