Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 909 - 442 God of Hundred Battles

Chapter 909: Chapter 442 God of Hundred Battles

Bean-sized raindrops smashed onto the broken tiles of the abandoned temple, producing crackling sounds.

The soldiers entered the temple, seemingly oblivious to others, and walked straight to the open area on the other side.

Rainwater flowed down their helmets and armor, pooling into streams on the ground.

The most notable among them was the young man being surrounded, his posture upright, sword-like brows and starry eyes exuding an innate nobility. He was none other than the Crown Prince of Dazhou, Zhou Yin.

However, at this moment, he looked somewhat exhausted, with a few strands of untended loose hair drooping on his forehead.

One of the soldiers hurriedly ran towards the back of the temple.

Soon, he brought a sturdy, clean short wooden post with difficulty, placing it behind the Crown Prince.

The other soldiers began to build a fire.

Zhou Yin sat on the wooden post, took out a letter from his bosom, and frowned at it.

Meanwhile, the expressions of the merchants within the temple were tense.

A few young guards couldn’t hold back, their slightly trembling hands had already drawn their weapons halfway, but were stopped by the eyes of a seasoned merchant beside them.

Everyone remained silent.

The entire temple was filled with a heavy, almost suffocating atmosphere.

Qing Niang turned pale at the sight of the Crown Prince.

Reacting quickly, she smeared some charcoal casually on Lu Renjia’s face.

As for herself, she let some of her wet hair fall messily over her face.

Lu Renjia’s ten fingers trembled slightly.

He was struggling to suppress the intense rage in his heart.

The face of an enemy appears particularly hateful.

Becoming like this was entirely thanks to this Crown Prince.

He wished he could eat his flesh and strip his skin!

Outside the temple, the wind and rain grew fiercer, the world a curtain of white.

In the rain curtain, a vague sense of murderous intent seemed to linger.

The merchant’s goods stacked under the temple’s eaves were covered in layers of oilcloth, but some parts were still soaked, staining with dark watermarks and hints of blood.

Apparently, the goods seemed to contain other things.

A moment later, Zhou Yin finished reading the letter, slightly raised his head, his gaze through the broken roof towards the dark sky, lost in thought, with a hint of desolation.

As if the tense atmosphere in the temple had nothing to do with him.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, looked at the wine and meat by the caravan’s bonfire, and smiled while asking the plump middle-aged man, "Uncle, may I have a sip of your wine?"

The middle-aged man forced out a smile, "Meeting is fate, if the officer takes a liking to my cheap wine and meat, feel free to take some."

Zhou Yin smiled faintly, glanced at a nearby guard.

The guard walked over to the merchant, first took out a gold ingot and placed it before the merchant, then took some of the wine and meat.

Returning, the guard first tested the wine and meat with a silver needle, then gave a little to a subordinate to consume, confirming the wine and meat had no issues before handing them to Crown Prince Zhou Yin.

Zhou Yin ate the meat, drank the wine, and said to a scar-faced general beside him, "Zhangzhou has already fallen, the magistrate defected, and the city general was betrayed by his subordinates, beheaded."

The Scar General frowned deeply, "This makes the pressure on Lion Blood Pass even greater."

Zhou Yin said calmly, "My second brother in the Capital is clear-headed, not troubling Li Kuanglan’s family, even sent two million taels of military funds to him."

The Scar General’s mouth curled into a sneer, "He’s just afraid of becoming a historical villain."

"A historical villain..."

Zhou Yin tilted his head back for a drink, sighing, "I’m afraid we’re all historical villains."

The Scar General hesitated to speak.

Zhou Yin changed the subject, "Continue to guard the Ten Thousand Mountains, inform me immediately once Qu Hongling returns to the Sky Demon Sect. Panlong Valley must not be allowed to fall into external hands, no matter what, I must gain control over the Green Dragon Clan this time."

The Scar General nodded heavily, "Rest assured, Your Majesty, I’ve made the arrangements. The protector from the Sky Demon Sect has agreed to us, and will initiate the plan as soon as Qu Hongling returns. However..."

The Scar General hesitated, lowered his voice:

"According to spies’ reports, there was an incident at Demon Sea Mountain’s Water Moon Manor a few days ago, it seems Ran Qingchen went berserk, launching a massacre. Your Majesty, do you want to—"

"This woman need not concern us, worrying is useless; she can’t find us anyway."

Zhou Yin interrupted him.

The Scar General nodded lightly, "Subordinates understand."

Zhou Yin suddenly laughed, self-depreciatingly:

"I am a pitiful emperor indeed, the Capital is dominated by my second brother, I can only watch my father’s murderer without daring to seek revenge.

Cannot sit on the dragon throne, nor do many people acknowledge my throne inherited in the wild. Tell me, how much longer can I remain as emperor? It’s likely, that even unofficial histories won’t acknowledge it."

The Scar General said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty is the legitimate Crown Prince, everyone in the world knows, no one dares not to acknowledge.

Furthermore, Your Majesty has honed his skills at the border, already won the soldiers’ hearts, many are willing to heed Your orders, sooner or later, we can eliminate those rebellious people!"

Zhou Yin laughed, "Just self-consolation."

Before the Scar General could speak, Zhou Yin wearily waved his hand:

"Forget it, saying more is useless. One wrong step leads to another. Now, we can only struggle to survive in the cracks."

The Scar General clenched his fists tightly, his expression unwilling.

Half incense later, another group arrived in the pouring rain, stopping in the temple’s courtyard.

The newcomers were also soldiers in armor.

Leading them was a middle-aged man in his forties, with distinct facial features, stubbly beard growing chaotically on his chin and cheeks, with a few silver strands faintly visible.

Although the man had a burly build, he couldn’t hide the weathered and weary look on him.