It was right now!
Mo Lian stroked Qiao Mu’s head and instructed her to remain there before striding toward the side gate.
“Open the side gate!”
“Team One’s body cultivators follow me!” Yu Xiu brandished his arm with a shout before quickly following the crown prince.
Alongside the crown prince, the captain of the Dragon Saliva Guard, Yu Xiu, swarmed out of the side gate with around five hundred robust body cultivators.
This team acted like a sharp knife, slicing into the center of the zombie army.
It scattered the zombie army’s large battle army in opposite directions in an instant.
Meanwhile, the mystic cultivators on top of the city gate tower swiftly filed in and bombarded the scattering zombies with wave after wave of mystic energy.
Everyone watched jubilantly as the crown prince advanced with the team and dealt with a hundred zombies in a matter of moments.
His Highness the Crown Prince’s capability was shrouded in mystery.
This man who was warm and gentle on the surface was like the abyss. No matter how deeply you dug, you could not see the bottom.
Huifeng jumped down the city gate tower and handed Crown Prince Mo the latest news from the Hidden Night Pavilion. “Your Highness, the twelfth prince has already intercepted them with Hui Fan and his two thousand royal guards.”
A smirk surfaced on Mo Lian’s lips.
Suddenly, he wrinkled his brows, slowly looking up at the reddish-purple thunderbolt looming on the horizon.
Heavenly Law, what are you so impatient for?
Correct, this was the moment that his body’s ink lotus seal, which he had suppressed for many years, was finally coming undone.
One hour ago.
Commandery Princess Yi’an had suddenly been brought out of the vassal prince’s court and locked into the woodshed.
This made Commandery Princess Yi’an, who had spent the past several days in vexation, fall into deep despair.
She pounded the door of the woodshed hysterically, yet she could only listen to Xu’er’s intermittent cries outside the door in annoyance, with no use at all.
At the same time, several rows of men with red turbans in their hair were lined up in the Vassal Prince of An’nan’s court.
“The king is licentious and without principles! The crown prince is unduly trusting of his wicked consort! It has made the entire Northern Mo destitute, with zombies running amok!”
“It is time for us to resist and strike back!” The Vassal Prince of An’nan, Chou Fu, declared emphatically with this order, “The Red Turbans, my warriors! Do you fear death?”
“No!!”
“No!”
“No!!”
“Good!” The Vassal Prince of An’nan hollered, “Then let us pick up our weapons. For Northern Mo! For our pitiable common folk! Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!!”
He had amassed these two thousand red turbans slowly but surely over the years.
As the saying went, one nurtured an army for a thousand days for that one decisive battle. It was all for today.
Since the king was unjust—bestowing a d*mn fallen woman to him as his wife.
Then he naturally didn’t need to accord them with uprightness, ceremony, or honor!
Of course, Chou Fu totally did not remember right now how he had been pining to marry Commandery Princess Yi’an previously.
Right now, he could only recall the humiliation he received from that woman when they were consummating their union.
No, it was the humiliation from His Highness the Crown Prince!
Because that d*mn woman actually cried out for the crown prince when they were making love! It truly insulted his pride as a man!!
He would also occasionally recall the injustice he received on the day of his wedding, as well as the fact that the entire Vassal King of An’nan’s Estate had become the laughingstock of the capital.
It was all this muddle-headed king’s fault!
With that being the case, don’t blame him for being cruel and unjust!
