The Regent's Concubine is Crazy

Chapter 387

The old man's breathing gradually became steady and he slowly fell asleep.

"Zi Ling, your grandfather?" Beichen Xue couldn't help but ask, with a hint of concern in her voice.

Shangguan Ziling frowned and shook her head gently, "Mom, don't worry, grandpa just fell asleep." Although her voice was calm, her eyes could not hide the worry.

Beichen Xue heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, but she was still uneasy.

Shangguan Ziling looked at her grandfather lying on the bed with concern. She knew that her grandfather's health was very poor and many of his organs were failing.

She must find a treatment as soon as possible to stabilize his condition.

Meanwhile, Mo Shaoxie was in a complicated mood. He was handling military affairs in the barracks when he learned about Shangguan Ziling's letter.

"Master, there's a letter from the princess." Mo Feng walked in with the letter, his tone hinting with urgency.

Upon hearing this, Mo Shaoxie looked up.

Mo Feng handed the letter over, Mo Shaoxie took it and opened it carefully.

The content of the letter stunned him. Ling'er was pregnant and he was going to be a father.

"Heh... Ling'er is pregnant? He's going to be a father," Mo Shaoxie muttered to himself, feeling mixed emotions. He was surprised and excited, and at this moment he wanted to fly to the North Country immediately and appear in front of Ling'er.

Mo Shaoxie read the contents of the letter several times before carefully folding it and putting it in his arms.

"Master?" Mo Feng saw that Mo Shaoxie was in a good mood after receiving the letter from the princess. He didn't know what the princess wrote, so he couldn't help asking.

Mo Shaoxie came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and said with cold eyes: "Give the order to attack Xiliang immediately." His voice was firm and decisive, and there was no room for doubt.

"Yes." Mo Feng replied, turned and left the tent.

After a while, trumpets sounded in the barracks, and the soldiers gathered and prepared to go to battle.

Mo Shaoxie stood up and walked out, his eyes firm and cold.

He must end the war as soon as possible, he wants to see his Ling'er and unborn child earlier.

Mo Shaoxie led his army to the border of Xiliang. They crossed the continuous mountains, crossed the turbulent rivers, and finally arrived at this strange and hostile place.

Mo Shaoxie rode on a tall horse, his eyes as sharp as torches as he swept across the city wall in front of him.

The city walls were tall and solid, and were covered with dense arrows, as if warning them not to act rashly.

Vanguard Li Chang was shouting and provoking, but Xiliang refused to respond.

"Master, these bastards from Xiliang just won't fight." Mo Feng couldn't help but say as he rode beside his horse and looked at the city wall in front of him.

Mo Shaoxie didn't say anything, his eyes became even colder. He knew that Mo Feng was right, but he knew even better that war could not be resolved by scolding.

What he needed was an opportunity, an opportunity to capture the enemy's city in one fell swoop, inflict heavy damage on the enemy, and achieve victory as soon as possible.

Mo Shaoxie's expression did not change at all. He just sneered, then turned to Mo Feng and said, "Attack the city."

"Yes." Mo Feng said loudly, "Attack the city." His voice was full of fighting spirit.

Following Mo Shaoxie's order, the army began to move.

They quickly lined up and formed an attacking formation.

The sound of war drums and trumpets was deafening.

For a moment, the entire battlefield was in an uproar. Arrows, rockets, and boulders flew towards the city wall, hitting it with a rumbling sound.

The soldiers shouted and rushed towards the city wall, trying to climb the tall wall.

However, the Xiliang army was not a pushover. They hid behind the city walls, shooting arrows, throwing stones, and pouring boiling oil in an attempt to stop Mo Shaoxie's army. For a time, the two sides were caught in a fierce battle.

They continued to climb the city walls and fought a desperate battle with the enemy.

Dalmu and the Poison King were sitting together having a secret conversation.

Darmu was wearing armor and had a serious look on his face. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and courage, as if he could calmly deal with any difficulties.

The Poison King was wearing a black robe, with a sinister smile on his face, and his eyes flashed with a cunning light, as if he was calculating something.

When the two heard the sound of war drums outside, their faces changed.

As soon as Dalmu stood up, a soldier came in and reported: "General, the Regent of Dongyue is leading his troops and is attacking the city."

Dalmu had a gloomy face and said angrily: "Defend the city gate and don't let the Dongyue soldiers attack in."

"Yes" the soldier heard and retreated.

Darmu looked at the Poison King with a bad face and said, "Ever since the Regent of Dongyue came to the border, our army has been retreating. Now we are retreating back to the city. The morale of the Dongyue soldiers is getting higher and higher, while our army's morale is low. How long should our army endure?"

"General, don't be anxious. Look, this is the latest poison I developed." The Poison King took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Darmu.

Dalmu took the porcelain bottle and wanted to open it, but the Poison King stopped him.

"General, this poison is very strong, so don't open it easily. Use it on the Dongyue army to make sure they collapse and retreat immediately," said the Poison King.

Darmu frowned and said, "Is this poison really that powerful?"

The Poison King chuckled and said: "Don't worry, General. This poison will definitely give the Dongyue soldiers a surprise."

After hearing this, Dalmu's expression looked better.

The sky above Xiliang City was covered with a thick layer of dark clouds, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

Dalmu stood on the city wall, his face solemn as iron. He looked at the Dongyue soldiers who were charging forward one after another and attacking the city without hesitation, his expression grim.

The Poison King stood beside him, holding a porcelain bottle in his hand, which was filled with the poison he had carefully developed. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"General Dalmu, look at those Dongyue soldiers below. Their morale seems very high." The Poison King sneered, "But they will soon become a bunch of corpses."

As he spoke, the Poison King threw the porcelain bottle at the Dongyue soldiers below and used his inner strength to smash the bottle in mid-air. A pungent smell immediately spread towards the Dongyue soldiers who were attacking the city.

The soldiers were originally full of fighting spirit, but soon they began to show signs of abnormality.

Their movements became slow and their eyes became dull.

"Haha!" The Poison King couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene. "This is the power of my poison. Let them have a taste of how powerful it is!"

Darmu's mood improved as he watched this scene. He knew that with the help of the Poison King, they might have a chance to defeat the Regent of Dongyue.

Vanguard Li Changde realized something was wrong and immediately said, "Hold your breath and retreat."

"Master, the soldiers are showing abnormal behavior for no reason, as if they were poisoned. Some of them are foaming at the mouth and are no longer breathing," Mo Feng reported.

Mo Shaoxie looked at the man in black robes on the Xiliang tower with cold eyes, "Poison King!" Mo Shaoxie said coldly: "Withdraw!"

The soldiers heard the order and began to retreat in an orderly manner. Although they were unwilling to give up, they also understood that in this situation, continuing to attack would only increase casualties.

Dalmu and the Poison King were filled with pride as they watched Mo Shaoxie's army go away.