The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 613 The True Colors of the Fourth Prince
The others shook their heads after hearing this, clearly unaware of what had happened. At this moment, a tribal chief smiled and spoke.

"So what if this useless prince hears some rumors?"

"Even if he does believe it, all the troops in the Xishan camp are now under our command. How could he possibly turn the tide?"

"Don't worry, we won't be in any danger!"

The other tribal chiefs nodded in agreement, as the leading tribal chief stated.

"In that case, let's go and see what this guy is thinking. A few of us will go together, and the other tribes can go back and mobilize their troops!"

After witnessing the actions of the leading tribal chief, the previous chief felt a pang of regret.

If they could gather all these tribal leaders together and kill them all, then they would have a greater chance of gaining control of these troops.

However, he could not say these things.

But if he were to reveal all of these things, his life would be in danger.

Moreover, all the tribes in this area are large tribes with considerable power. If they can be dealt with, dealing with the remaining smaller tribes will be much easier. After thinking about this, he nodded in satisfaction.

Not long after they entered the tent of the fourth prince, Artesius Timur, they heard a song and dance performance.

The crowd frowned, then felt much relieved. Sure enough, this was a useless prince who had come to this place and never thought of anything other than drinking and having fun.

It seemed they were out of danger this time, so the group went to this place together.

At this moment, the leader looked at the fourth prince, Arthus Timur, and said.

"We pay our respects to His Highness the Fourth Prince!"

The fourth prince, Arthus Timur, smiled upon hearing this and then waved his hand.

"Generals, there's no need for such formalities. You are all leaders of various tribes and generals of my Timur Empire. We will need your help in the wars to come, so please don't stand on ceremony!"

After these people got up, the fourth prince, Artesius Timur, looked at them and said with a smile.

"How is the war with the Ming Dynasty going recently?"

"I'm not particularly clear on this kind of warfare, but I still need to find out more about it!"

The tribal chief smiled and said after hearing this.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness, the defenses of the Xishan camp are now impregnable!"

"Although the Ming army is powerful, it is no match for us. As long as we defend this place, we can withstand any number of their troops!"

"Don't even think about crossing that line!"

After hearing these words, the Fourth Prince Zhu Xiong Ying smiled and then looked at the person in front of him with satisfaction.

"I still believe you. If that's really the case, your contribution is quite significant. What reward do you want?"

Upon hearing these words, the tribal chief's eyes were filled with disdain. Now that the prince was in this place, and even everything he owned belonged to him, how could he have the nerve to bestow gifts upon him?

This unfavored prince couldn't even afford a penny, let alone a reward. He was truly lost. Thinking of this, the tribal chief shook his head with a smile.

Said.

"Thank you for your concern, Fourth Prince, but we are all tribes of my Timur Empire!"

"Of course we need to consider the interests of our Timor Empire. As for rewards, there's no need for them. We are loyal and need no reward whatsoever!"

Upon hearing this, the fourth prince, Arthus Timur, burst into laughter and looked at the people before him, saying, "That's well said, truly insightful!"

"If I'm not careful, I might actually mistake you for loyal subjects!"

The tribal chief was taken aback and looked puzzled upon hearing this.

Why would the fourth prince, Arthus Timur, say such a thing? "I've heard that you tribal leaders have many connections with Zhu Xiong Ying, the grandson of the Ming emperor, and that you intend to surrender. Is that true?"

Several tribal chiefs were startled upon hearing these words.

He was greatly surprised.

How did this prince know about this? Has their scheme been exposed? The tribal chief, inwardly dissatisfied, wondered.

"This must be an attempt by the enemy to sow discord. Your Highness, do not believe those rumors. We are all people who have rendered meritorious service to the Timurid Empire!"

"They are all loyal and would never do such a thing as betrayal!"

"If such rumors were to spread, it would be extremely detrimental to the entire Timurid Empire and even to Your Highness, the Fourth Prince!"

"I hope Your Highness will not believe the rumors!"

Upon hearing these words, the fourth prince, Arthus Timur, burst into laughter.

"In that case, I've wronged you!"

"But as far as I know, you two have been exchanging letters frequently lately, and you've even agreed on a time for your rebellion!"

“A letter arrived at your tribe last night, don’t you remember?”

The tribal chief was shocked to hear this. Very few people knew how he knew about this matter, and the thought filled him with panic.

Just as he was about to speak, another tribal chief stepped forward and said something.

"Your Highness, Fourth Prince!"

"These people have indeed joined the villains, and they've even agreed on a time. I urge Your Highness, Fourth Prince, to apprehend them!"

Upon hearing these words, everyone looked on incredulously, then glared angrily at the speaker.

"Damn it, how dare you betray us!"

Upon hearing this, the man snorted coldly and said smugly.

"You were the ones who betrayed our Timurid Empire first, so what right do you have to accuse us of betrayal?"

"I advise you to lay down your weapons, or you will surely die!"

Just then, the fourteenth prince, Artesius Timur, clapped his hands.

A group of soldiers arrived at these places, along with many men in black. These men in black were extremely skilled, and soon all the guards they brought with them were killed.

The group was terrified and quickly signaled for others to come and help.

At this moment, the fourth prince, Artesius Timur, smiled and shook his head, saying...

"Don't waste any more effort. The people they brought in should have been mostly dealt with by now!"

(End of this chapter)