The Regent's Koi Princess

The deputy general put down what he was holding and pulled his legs out of the little soldier's arms.

He straightened his back, sat up slowly, raised his hands, looked at the owner of the long sword in horror, and stammered, "How dare you trespass into the military camp? Who are you? Tell me your name quickly and take the sword. I will spare your life."

Fan Wenlan looked down at the deputy general, who was obviously trembling with guilt but still pretending to be strong and arrogant, and sneered.

"You are so arrogant even when you are about to die."

After Fan Wenlan finished speaking, he kicked the two soldiers who were massaging his legs and shoulders and whispered, "This matter has nothing to do with you. If you don't want to die, get out of here right now."

When Fan Wenlan came in, the two little soldiers were already trembling with fear, their legs seemed to be fixed and they couldn't move.

He was kicked by Fan Wenlan and instantly came to his senses.

The two of them didn't care about anything else and fled away quickly, rolling and crawling.

For a moment, the deputy general was the only one left in the tent. At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance he had just had.

"Okay... please spare my life, sir. If you have any requests, just tell me. I will tell you everything I know. I just hope you can put the sword away.

As the saying goes, swords have no eyes, I am afraid that I might hurt yourself if I am not careful."

The deputy general's voice was obviously trembling, but his eyes were wandering, as if he was looking for a way to escape at every moment.

He tried hard to stop the subtle but fatal trembling of his legs, but it was as if he was tied up by invisible ropes and couldn't control himself.

The fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, illuminated by the morning light, highlighted his fear and helplessness at the moment.

Fan Wenlan raised a cold smile and slowly approached. Every step he took seemed to step on the deputy general's heartstrings, making his heart beat like a drum, almost bursting through his chest.

The long sword that was shining with cold light was taken away, but the tip of the sword gently scratched the ground, making a subtle and harsh sound. It was particularly clear in the silent tent, like the whisper of death.

"Ah"

Fan Wenlan sneered, looked at him expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice: "I have heard for a long time that Zhao Shizong has a capable deputy general who has been with him for five years.

I heard that he is extremely lustful and eats both meat and vegetables, both men and women.

"I have heard that he is ruthless, flattering, bullying men and women, and doing all kinds of evil. Now it seems that he is just a coward."

Then, Fan Wenlan patted the deputy general's face with his sword and continued: "What's the point of keeping a scum like you? Are you going to keep you to continue to harm the people?

Sorry, I hate to see scum like you, so I will send you off today."

After Fan Wenlan finished speaking, he raised the sword in his hand high.

Seeing that the long sword was about to fall on his head, the deputy general shuddered with fear.

He looked at Fan Wenlan, swallowed his saliva, and said tentatively: "My hero, if you spare my life, I will tell you where Zhao Shizong is. You went to so much trouble just to capture him, didn't you?"

Fan Wenlan looked at him coldly and said nothing.

The deputy general couldn't figure out his background, but he guessed that this matter must be related to Zhao Shizong.

and so……

After weighing the pros and cons, he had no choice but to betray Zhao Shizong in order to stay alive.

So he was gambling, betting that if he could betray Zhao Shizong, he would live.

However, just as the deputy general was about to speak again, he suddenly heard sounds of fighting and deafening noises coming from outside.

Then he felt the ground shaking.

The deputy general's heart sank suddenly and his pupils shrank suddenly. The sound of fighting was like the gate of hell being suddenly pushed open, and every sound hit his nerves.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the entrance of the tent, only to see the curtains lifted by the strong wind. Several dark shadows were looming in the morning light. Sparks from the collision of weapons flew everywhere, reflecting in the tent, adding a bit of ominousness.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and scorched earth, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

The deputy general already had a premonition that death was approaching.

The instinct for survival made him kneel down in front of Fan Wenlan, and he kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"My lord, please spare me. I want to tell you that Zhao Shizong is not in the military camp. He is now enjoying himself in his villa. If you don't believe me, I am willing to lead the way for you."

Fan Wenlan has lost all his patience. If such a despicable person who sells out his master for personal gain were to stay, he would be a disaster.

So he raised his sword high and looked at the deputy general with a smile on his face.

He spoke, his voice as cold as a demon from hell: "If you are a despicable villain who sells out your master for fame, you will only continue to harm others if you are spared. Today, I will kill many people and enforce justice for the sake of heaven."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly appeared in front of the deputy general's eyes, cutting through the air and piercing straight towards the deputy general's forehead.

The deputy general instinctively rolled to the side, and the long sword pierced into the wooden bench he had just sat on with a "clang" sound, causing wood chips to fly.

He looked at Fan Wenlan in shock. The man's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and it seemed as if there was a raging fire burning in his eyes, wanting to burn all the darkness to ashes.

He knew that he had no chance of escaping today, but he refused to sit and wait for death.

So, he raised his hand and quickly reached into his arms, but before he could succeed, he felt a flash of cold light before his eyes, and Fan Wenlan's sword had already cut his throat.

Fan Wenlan lowered his eyes and looked at the deputy general's face full of disdain.

"Oh! It's just a last-ditch struggle."

The deputy general's mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to shout, but he could only make a faint "ho ho" sound. His eyes were wide open and his pupils were dilated, reflecting Fan Wenlan's resolute figure and the blood-stained, still trembling sword.

His face quickly turned blue and purple, his features distorted in agony, a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, interweaving with the red stream gushing from his neck, staining his clothes and the ground beneath his feet red.

His hands reached up to the air in vain, as if trying to grab a life-saving straw, but eventually they fell down powerlessly, his fingers twitched slightly a few times, and then he became completely still.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and despair. The deputy general's body slowly fell down like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and finally fell into silence.

In those eyes that were still open after death, there seemed to be a lingering desire for life and a fear of death. Until the very end, he was unable to understand how he had fallen under the sword of this cold-blooded and ruthless commander.

Looking at the deputy general who had died of suffocation, Fan Wenlan rubbed his sword against his armor with disgust.

Fan Wenlan looked at the drops of blood on the tip of the sword with a frown on his face. The blood of such a villain who had done so many evil things must also be unclean. Without stopping, Fan Wenlan turned around and left the tent.