CHAPTER 884: CHAPTER 345: SCREW YOUR TRAGIC BEAUTY (PART 15)_3

Ms. Hetian:...Indeed, a typical impulsive teenager, daring to "conquer the world" with just a few hundred people?

On the surface, Ms. Hetian let him go, but secretly she sent people to follow them all the way.

The group led by He Jue, whether fortunate or unfortunate, encountered the third young master under the command of the Northwest Prince just a hundred miles out.

The third young master was the most capable son of the Northwest Prince, having followed his father in raising an army and making outstanding military achievements.

He was noble in character and broad-minded, attracting many heroes to his command.

Although He Jue had developed some ambition, he was taught by his mother to be a cunning little rabbit in disguise.

Yet, he was still young, or perhaps the third young master’s charisma was too strong, after the encounter, He Jue directly admired him and became his follower.

Ms. Hetian:...Knew it, you’re not cut out to be Emperor material.

However, while Ms. Hetian criticized him, she felt her son had some vision.

The Northwest Prince was the strongest among the current factions, with the greatest chance of unifying the Central Plains in the future.

As the most esteemed son of the Northwest Prince, the third young master might become the heir of Jiangshan.

Of course, most importantly, after some investigation, Ms. Hetian learned that He Erniu was coerced into going to Heyin back then, which happened to fall within the influence of the Northwest Prince.

According to the "future" that Qiu Zhaodi revealed, He Erniu met a noble and became prosperous.

Thus, it’s highly possible that the noble who supported He Erniu was a general under the Northwest Prince’s command.

It can be inferred that the one who changes the dynasty in the future should be the Northwest Prince!

And now, He Jue has also joined the Northwest Prince’s side.

Therefore, regardless of the true "history," Ms. Hetian decided to assist the third young master.

That year finally marked the decisive moment between the Northwest Prince and the last Righteous Army, commanded by Prince Liang.

However, the Northwest Prince fell into a trap and was besieged by the enemy army in a small county.

The small county was so tiny that it didn’t even have a moat, just a circle of earthen walls.

Trapped, the Northwest Prince urgently sent out a call for help.

The third young master received the message by carrier pigeon and with reports from scouts, he hastily led his troops to rescue.

On the way, while the third young master maintained a calm appearance, he felt worried inside.

He currently had just twenty thousand soldiers, and there might be only twenty to thirty thousand remnants under the Northwest Prince’s command.

Yet, Prince Liang came all out with a hundred thousand troops.

Even if the third young master arrived quickly and joined his father, they might not be able to repel Prince Liang.

Though young, He Jue was very clever, noticing the third young master’s worries, he boldly said, "Young Lord, don’t worry, I’ve written to my mother, and she’ll lead the people from the village to support us!"

As it happened, the county where the Northwest Prince was trapped was only three to four hundred miles away from He Village.

If they marched quickly, they could arrive in five to six days.

Perhaps, by the time their troops arrived, the forces from He Village would also have reached.

Third Young Master:... A small village, at best a few hundred people, and perhaps mostly the old, weak, women, and children.

For a real war, a few hundred people are like stones thrown into the sea, not even stirring a ripple.

Seeing the distrustful look in the third young master’s eyes, He Jue felt anxious and quickly said, "Really, young lord, my mother is powerful, she’s, she’s—" infinitely strong, capable of sweeping thousands of troops!

Yet, speaking halfway, He Jue swallowed his words.

Because he knew his mother’s divine strength was so incredible that even seeing it with one’s own eyes might be deemed dreamlike.

Saying it without evidence, the third young master would only think he was boasting!

"Alright, Ah Jue, I believe you!"

The third young master saw He Jue suddenly fall silent and thought the kid was sulking, upset with him.

Oh, this child He Jue, both literary and martial, mature and stable, but still just a child.

The third young master cherished talent and truly liked He Jue, not wanting to see him upset, so he casually responded with a few words.

He Jue felt even more frustrated!

He thought secretly, huh, when my mother arrives, you’ll surely be surprised.

"Prince, the Liang bandits are attacking again. Perhaps, let the trusted aides escort you away first!"

On the low, shabby city wall, watching the approaching flood of Liang soldiers, the trusted aide beside the Northwest Prince advised again.

Leave?

The old thief Prince Liang encircled the city like a steel barrel, totally impenetrable. Unless the Northwest Prince grew wings, escape was impossible.

"My life is over!"

The Northwest Prince felt an unprecedented despair, he closed his eyes, secretly thinking: If someone can save me now, I would give a great reward. I, I would make him a prince and grant him endless glory and wealth!

Almost the next moment, the Northwest Prince heard the trusted aides cheering, "Prince, look, reinforcements have arrived!"

The Northwest Prince opened his eyes suddenly and saw a figure, like a heavenly god descending, valiantly charging into the wave-like Liang troops...

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