The prince loves me like his life, but I force him to rebel

Someone mentioned that in the evening, a group of flies came from nowhere and flew around the stable. Those flies were like black clouds, disturbing people. Everyone just thought it was the hot weather that made the flies fly around, and didn't think much about it. After all, it is normal for mosquitoes to breed in this hot season. Who would have thought that such a big thing would happen in the stable early this morning. The originally strong horses were listless, their limbs were weak, and they could not move normally.

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Sima Yao's eyes widened, his voice trembling slightly with anger. He never thought that those seemingly ordinary flies could hide such a huge conspiracy. His eyes were full of disbelief and deep shock, and his wide eyes were full of bloodshot.

"For the sake of you being my nephew and for the sake of the horses of Dasheng, I only weakened the horses and did not release the death flies." Cen Yu's meaning was clear. All the problems with the horses were caused by him. His tone was still calm, as if all this was just a trivial game. However, every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Sima Yao's heart. A subtle complex emotion flashed in Cen Yu's eyes, as if he was weighing something.

His threat was obvious. If they did not cooperate, the next time would be the death of the horses and soldiers. Sima Yao's face turned pale instantly. He knew that what Cen Yu said was true. If such a tragedy really happened in the army, the consequences would be disastrous. His lips trembled slightly, but he could not speak.

"How did you do it?" Sima Yao was full of doubts and shock. He was not very clear about the affairs of the martial arts world, and at this moment, he found Cen Yu's methods incredible. There was a hint of despair in his voice, as if he was in endless darkness.

"This is the secret of the Flying Eagle Sect. It uses fruit flies to carry medicine. After biting, people and animals will become sick. The mildest symptoms are fatigue and diarrhea, and the worst are death." Cen Yu said lightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. "I am the only one in the Flying Eagle Sect who has mastered this secret technique." His eyes revealed a hint of pride and arrogance, as if this unique skill was his trump card to control everything. Cen Yu's expression became a little proud, as if he was showing off his strength.

Sima Yao's heart was chilled, as if the coldest wind in winter had penetrated his body. A bone-chilling chill surged from the depths of his heart and quickly spread to every corner of his body. His body was trembling slightly. The chill came not only from the terrible means that Cen Yu had mentioned, but also from the fear of the unknown and the inability to control the situation.

Sima Yao tried to calm himself down, he took a deep breath, and tried to sort out his thoughts. "Cen Yu, you are so unscrupulous, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?" There was a trace of grief and anger in his voice.

Cen Yu sneered, "God's punishment? In this chaotic world, only the strong can survive."

This uncle who suddenly appeared was like a mysterious shadow, silently covering his world and knowing everything about him. From his thoughts and strategies to the insignificant military force in his hands, and even the most secret fears and desires in his heart, this uncle seemed to be able to see through everything clearly.

Whenever Sima Yao thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. He seemed to be able to feel that mysterious gaze, following him like a shadow, spying on his every move all the time. Every decision he made, every thought he had, seemed to be expected by the emperor's uncle. This feeling of being completely seen through made him feel uneasy. He tried to find a clue to get rid of this control, but found himself trapped in an invisible cage. The more he struggled, the tighter the restraints became.

Sima Yao tossed and turned in countless silent nights, unable to fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, the unfathomable eyes of the emperor's uncle appeared in his mind, as if those eyes could penetrate his soul and expose the most vulnerable part of his heart. Whenever this happened, cold sweat would involuntarily break out on his forehead, soaking the pillow. He opened his eyes wide in the darkness, his heart filled with fear and confusion, not understanding why he had fallen into such a situation.

As for himself, he knew nothing about this uncle, as if he was facing a thick fog that could not be dispelled. He didn't know when the uncle started planning all this, nor did he know what his ultimate goal was. It was a deep feeling of powerlessness, like groping in the dark, but still unable to find a glimmer of light.

Sima Yao tried to investigate the emperor's uncle's past and sent his most trusted men to collect intelligence everywhere. However, the information he got was always fragmented and he couldn't piece together a complete picture. He only knew that the emperor's uncle was famous in the underworld and controlled the largest gang, but he knew nothing about its internal operations and specific sphere of influence.

He controls the largest gang in the martial arts world, a huge and intricate network that reaches every corner of the martial arts world. His power is like an invisible giant net, collecting intelligence from all sides, and every slight movement cannot escape his keen perception. There are many masters in this gang, who have unique skills and obey Cen Yu's orders, forming a powerful force that is terrifying.

Some of these masters are good at using hidden weapons, and can kill people from a distance of 100 meters without anyone noticing. They are like ghosts in the dark night, their whereabouts are erratic. Maybe in an ordinary market, a seemingly ordinary vendor is a hidden weapon master hidden in the crowd. When the target appears, they wave their hands lightly, a flash of cold light passes, and the target falls down, and the people around them have not even reacted to what happened.

Some are proficient in swordsmanship, and their sword moves are so sharp that it is hard to resist. Their swords are like lightning, coming out of their sheaths in an instant, and their swords are so powerful that people cannot avoid them. In the fierce battle, their figures are like phantoms, and their swords are deadly, making the opponents lose the courage to resist in fear.

Others are good at boxing, fierce and powerful, with one punch, they can break the stone. Their fists are like hammers, able to smash all obstacles. In the arena, every punch they throw is accompanied by a whistling sound, making people feel their unparalleled power.

They are scattered in every corner of the world, in bustling cities, remote villages, or steep mountains. They look like ordinary merchants, farmers, and travelers, but at Cen Yu's command, they can quickly gather and become a terrifying force.

Perhaps in a lively pub, the drunkard chatting and laughing with others is a member of the gang. When receiving an order, he will immediately put down his glass and rush to the designated location. Or in a quiet village, the farmer working in the field will instantly transform into a brave warrior.

Not only that, he also has an amazing intelligence network, which is so wide-ranging and well-informed that it is beyond imagination. Whether it is the secrets deep in the palace or the subtle changes on the border, they can all be heard by him at the first time. With this intelligence network, he can always be one step ahead of others, grasp the direction of the situation, and thus win the victory in the ever-changing situation.

In the palace, he could know even a whisper from a concubine to the emperor's ear. Perhaps the maidservant beside the concubine was bribed by his intelligence personnel and passed on the most private words. Or perhaps there was an eyeliner hidden in a corner of the palace, quietly recording everything.

At the border, even the complaints of a soldier in the enemy camp could become part of his intelligence. It could be that he had planted an undercover agent in the enemy army to obtain the latest news. It could also be that he had traded with merchants at the border and obtained valuable information from them.

His intelligence personnel were scattered all over the place, some were eunuchs and maids in the palace, some were soldiers on the frontier, and some were literati and poets in the folk. They used various identities as cover to pass on vital information to Cen Yu.

The eunuchs and palace maids, who seemed to be doing insignificant things in their daily work in the palace, could inadvertently overhear important conversations between the emperor and his ministers. The soldiers on the frontier kept an eye on the enemy's every move while patrolling and standing guard. And the literati and scholars in the folk collected all kinds of rumors and news through their exchanges with people from all walks of life.

What is even more frightening is that he has extremely strong fighting power. Under his command, the masters of the Flying Eagle Sect are well-trained and disciplined. They have experienced countless fights and contests in the martial arts world and have accumulated rich combat experience. Once Cen Yu gives the order, this force is like a tiger out of the cage, unstoppable.

In every battle, they were able to execute orders quickly and cooperate with each other tacitly. The warriors in the front row held shields and resisted the enemy's attacks, buying time for the archers in the back row. Their shields were extremely solid and could withstand the fierce impact of the enemy. Their eyes were firm and they did not retreat. They used their bodies to protect their comrades behind them.

The archers shot their arrows without missing a single target, causing huge casualties to the enemy. They stood in the back row, calmly aiming at the target, and as soon as the bowstring sounded, the sharp arrows shot towards the enemy like meteors. Their archery skills were precise, and they could accurately find the enemy's vital points in the chaotic battlefield.

Those masters who are good at close combat will rush into the enemy camp at the critical moment, like a sharp sword, piercing the enemy's heart. They are agile and fierce, rushing left and right in the enemy's camp to disrupt the opponent's position.

They have a firm will to fight, and are not afraid of life and death, just to complete the task assigned by Cen Yu. When facing powerful enemies, they are not afraid and move forward bravely. Even if they are injured, they will never retreat and insist on fighting until the last moment.

The most terrifying thing is that he has become the only inheritor of such a secret technique. It is a mysterious power that can change the situation silently and decide life and death. It is hard to guard against. The mysterious secret technique is like a ghost in the dark, and it will appear at any time to give a fatal blow.

Sima Yao imagined the mysterious secret technique, and his heart was filled with fear. Perhaps it was a poison technique that could poison the enemy to death without them knowing it. Or perhaps it was a magic that could control people's hearts, making them his puppets without them knowing it.

At this moment, I seemed so small and powerless in front of him, strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Sima Yao knew his situation very well. The so-called power and military force he possessed seemed like an illusory bubble in front of the emperor's uncle.

Even those things he had, such as the so-called 100,000 troops he had now, were just a superficial bluff. As long as the second brother gave an order, he would instantly become a commander without troops, isolated and helpless. The 100,000 troops seemed mighty and majestic, but how could he fully grasp the people's hearts and minds? Maybe they had already been infiltrated by various forces, and he was still kept in the dark.

Although this army of 100,000 is large in number, how many loyal men would be willing to fight for him in the face of a real crisis? Perhaps some generals have already been bribed by other forces, waiting to turn against him at the critical moment.

Compared with Cen Yu, he had nothing, like a fallen leaf in the wind, which could be swept away at any time. He did not have a huge gang like the emperor's uncle, nor a well-informed intelligence network, nor mysterious secrets and powerful combat power. He felt so fragile and vulnerable.

Every time he thought of this, Sima Yao would fall into deep self-doubt and despair. He didn't know how he should deal with such a powerful enemy, and he didn't know where the future would lead him.

More importantly, the uncle still had Gu Nianzhi by his side. The Gu Nianzhi who had always been inseparable from him. The one who could give him advice at critical moments and illuminate the way forward like a beacon, now stood on the uncle's side.

When he thought of Gu Nianzhi, Sima Yao felt a dull pain in his heart, as if someone had dug out a piece of his heart with a sharp blade, leaving him empty and sad. The laughter and joy they once had, the cuddling they once had, were now all gone. He still remembered the scene of them strolling in the garden together, with the sun shining on them, warm and beautiful. But now, all of this no longer existed.

The pain followed him everywhere, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Every memory was like salt in the wound, excruciating. He didn't understand why Gu Nianzhi left him, why she chose to stand on the side of the emperor's uncle. Was it because he didn't do well enough? Or was it all a trick of fate?

Sima Yao wandered alone in the corridors of the palace countless nights, looking at the night sky, his heart filled with pain and confusion. He hoped that all this was just a nightmare, and everything would be back to normal after waking up. But he knew that this cruel reality could not be avoided, and he had to face it.

Just overnight, everything changed.

The war that I thought I had a sure win turned into a losing situation, and the lover that I thought I would spend my life with turned out to be someone else's fiancée.

Sima Yao felt like he was about to break into pieces. The kind of pieces that would shatter into pieces.