The thirty-eighth year of Qianyuan.

Early February.

Jinling City.

Prince Zhao Lingfeng stood in front of the majestic city tower. He quietly watched Xiao Tianzuo leading the new army to take the oath to fight.

Originally, before the army went out, Xiao Tianzuo intended to leave his wife Mu Ying or his only son Xiao Gu'an as hostages in Jinling.

After all, Xiao Tianzuo is a military general. This time he goes to the front line in person, and the entire Daqian border army will be under his jurisdiction and command.

This is not to say that he has a heavy army.

But the prince Zhao Lingfeng still refused.

On the one hand, Zhao Lingfeng believed that Mu Ying and Xiao Gu'an were both rare generals who could help Xiao Tianzuo.

Another more important aspect is that Zhao Lingfeng trusts Xiao Tianzuo immensely.

He said——

"There is no need for any proton means between the general and me, the general."

Xiao Tianzuo was extremely grateful and immediately called the prince a benevolent king who would repay the country's kindness with his own life.

Zhao Lingfeng watched the army set out for battle.

This is already an army of tens of thousands that was cobbled together by squeezing out the last remaining strength.

Official corruption, natural disasters, and constant defeats in wars with feudal lords have already reduced the grain, grass, and weapons that Da Gan had stored over the years.

Even in Jinling, the "land of plenty" in the south of the Yangtze River, most of the people in the city are now sallow and thin.

Zhao Lingfeng suddenly turned around and stared at everything in Jinling in front of him.

"My father is still bewitched by demons."

Zhao Lingfeng murmured to himself.

Although I know I can't do it, there are some things that I have to do.

Inside the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Wang Zhaomin is enjoying a gluttonous feast.

He sipped a few sips of tea under the service of a servant. With a flick of his hand, he felt dissatisfied with the dishes and immediately threw the entire table away and replaced it with a new one.

And just outside the wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there are countless hungry refugees fleeing the disaster.

When Wang Zhaomin was full, a special maid brought him something to rinse his mouth with.

It was also at this time that a servant came to report——

"Sir, Master Yan Guoshi is looking for you."

"Master Yan?" Wang Zhaomin was a little confused, wondering what Yan Fei was looking for at this time.

However, he did not dare to delay at all regarding Yan Fei.

It’s too late to take my time here any longer.

After briefly rinsing his mouth, Wang Zhaomin immediately got up and went.

The Prime Minister's carriage has already been prepared.

Wang Zhaomin stepped on the ladder and boarded the carriage.

There are guards accompanying him.

The carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion marched towards the Imperial Master's Temple on the top of Purple Mountain outside the city.

The team marched to the south of the city.

South Street.

This is now a gathering place for victims fleeing Jinling.

Countless hungry victims sat paralyzed on the roadside, looking at this extremely gorgeous Prime Minister's carriage, their eyes seemed to glow with green light...

Wang Zhaomin opened the curtain slightly and felt something bad when he saw the situation, urging the coachman to leave here quickly.

The words just fell.

Only a high-pitched sound was heard, resounding throughout the entire South Street——

"Kill the thief according to the order!"

The voice is high and resounds through the sky!

Wang Zhaomin was immediately shocked.

I saw papers suddenly falling from the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street, flying all over the sky.

There are words like "Kill the national traitors" and "King Zhaomin, the national traitor" written all over it.

Before the paper fell, archers shot a large number of arrows from both sides.

Afterwards, a large number of swordsmen in black rushed out from the closed merchant stores on both sides.

Holding a knife, he rushed directly towards the Prime Minister's carriage.

Around the Prime Minister's carriage, there were a large number of guards hired by Wang Zhaomin who paid a lot of money. They were brave and fearless. They immediately drew their swords to meet the enemy and at the same time escorted the carriage away.

South Street, which was originally full of hungry people, suddenly turned into a place of fighting and fighting.

Suddenly another man came out on horseback.

He was dressed in a prince's python robe, which was extraordinarily gorgeous. He held a bright yellow imperial edict in his hand, and said it sonorously and forcefully——

"I am Zhao Lingfeng, the crown prince of the current dynasty, and I have been ordered to kill the traitor Wang Zhaomin!"

On the Prime Minister's carriage, Wang Zhaomin opened the curtain and widened his eyes, "Impossible! Your Majesty will never kill me!"

Wang Zhaomin's voice was drowned in the sound of fighting for a while.

The guards around him were paid to do things and tried their best to protect Wang Zhaomin from leaving.

But on the way, they were separated by swordsmen in black.

Wang Zhaomin escaped from the carriage.

The guard cut off the horse's reins with a knife, helped Wang Zhaomin onto the horse, and then slapped the horse behind it.

The horse galloped out of South Street.

When Prince Zhao Lingfeng saw this, he felt anxious for a moment and immediately drove his horse to catch up.

Wang Zhaomin was a scholar with poor equestrian skills.

Riding a horse and running wildly without any plan.

Soon, he was caught up by Zhao Lingfeng, shot down and fell to the end of the South Street alley.

Zhao Lingfeng was about to drive his horse and take his life with a sword.

However, they saw several masked men appear from the darkness, tripped up Zhao Lingfeng's horse, struggled with it, and stopped it.

The leading masked man glanced at Wang Zhaomin, who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, and ordered in a low voice——

"Hurry up! Go out of South Street and go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"...The people from the Prime Minister's Mansion have arrived outside South Street."

When Wang Zhaomin saw this, his eyes were filled with gratitude.

He didn't have time to say anything more, so he just said "Thank you man" and ran away quickly, crawling on the ground.

Zhao Lingfeng's eyes were about to burst with anger.

As a prince, he has also received many years of training from the palace martial arts masters.

But now that he is lame, he is faced with several masked visitors in front of him, and after a fierce battle, he cannot get out at all.

Seeing that Wang Zhaomin was already running out of South Street, he met with the Prime Minister's Office and the royal party's people.

If it fails this time, it will be difficult to get rid of this national traitor next time.

Zhao Lingfeng immediately fought hard and threw the long sword in his hand.

The long sword flew straight away.

We passed each other cheek by jowl with Wang Zhaomin, only a slight scratch.

Zhao Lingfeng's eyes suddenly went blank.

Wang Zhaomin stumbled and ran out of the South Street alley.

When he saw the prince's sword, he was frightened and cried with joy.

He was about to escape from South Street.

In front of me, the streets are full of hungry people fleeing...

These people were originally sitting sickly on the street, but at this moment, they all stood up inexplicably.
To be continued...