With one hand she heals, and the other hand she kills, the princess vows to rule the world!

In the Beidi camp in Quyu Canyon.

Shen Chuan sat at the desk, reading the book "Biography of King Dongli", which he had read countless times but was still very interesting. No one could see the expression under the mask.

Xu Zining stood behind him, looking straight ahead. Beneath his seemingly calm eyes, there was a faint sympathy and a strong murderous intent.

He looked ahead at a man who was sitting impudently on Shen Chuan's private bed, his hand stroking the black brocade quilt. His raised eyes trembled slightly, his face full of contempt.

"I didn't expect that Marshal Shen lives in a place like this? Tsk tsk tsk, it's really unfair." He supported himself on the bed and leaned back, his whole body looking relaxed and noble.

"Prince Chang has come here, aren't you planning on leaving?" Xu Zining concealed his disgust and put on a fake smile. "The military facilities are limited. If Prince Chang wants to stay here, I'm afraid there won't be a good place for you to stay."

"Military Advisor Xu, there's no need to point at this prince." The man had fair skin and handsome features. Although he was seven feet tall, his steps were unsteady. It was obvious that he had a weak kidney. It seemed that he had been in a lot of trouble in Yecheng.

"I'm here today to supervise the battle for the Crown Prince. I won't leave until we win this battle!" Zhao Chang stood up and patted his butt, as if there was something dirty behind him.

Xu Zining's expression changed imperceptibly, a hint of coldness appearing in his narrow, almond-shaped eyes. "With the civil unrest now, it's really not the right time to go to war with Tianqi. Is the handwritten edict brought by Prince Chang truly the king's own handwriting?"

"Military advisor, do you suspect that this prince is falsely conveying the imperial edict?" Zhao Chang walked to Shen Chuan's desk and sat down, facing him. Looking at the dark and hideous mask, he did not feel scared, but only found it funny.

A face burned by fire can only be hidden forever under this hideous mask.

"Hasn't Marshal Shen already made his promise? He said that if you had led the Northern Di army back then, Baili Moqing would never have been able to recapture Beisha City, which our ancestors had taken."

"Now that Baili Moqing has returned, he's telling the people of Beisha that as long as he's here, the city is unbreakable. How arrogant is that?!"

"Marshal, isn't this a great opportunity? A chance to prove yourself!"

Seeing Shen Chuan remained unmoved and didn't even glance at him, Zhao Chang sneered, the mockery on his face undisguised. "Why? Or is Marshal Shen just an incompetent person who likes to talk nonsense?"

When Shen Chuan took the position of Grand Marshal of the Army, he implied that his father was unworthy of the position, which led to the loss of Beisha City and the defeat of Beidi.

Now, hearing that Baili Moqing is back, why doesn't he have the same lofty ambitions as before?

"Ah, it's true that appearance reflects the heart. Your thoughts are just like the mask you wear on your face, dark, ugly, and disgusting at the mere sight of them! No wonder, although both are princes, the Crown Prince can be so high and mighty, while you can only be a 'pawn'!"

Xu Zining tightened his hands behind his back and looked at Shen Chuan nervously.

It’s not that I’m worried about him being fragile and getting hurt, but I’m mainly afraid that this guy will go crazy again!

This was not like his generals who could be executed if they made a mistake. This Zhao Chang was the only son of Zhao Zifang, the Marquis of Zhanqi!

He is also the only child of the Zhao family.

Zhao Zifang, the Marquis of Zhanqi, was the vanguard general who had followed his ancestors in seizing Beisha City from Tianqi over a decade ago. Later, due to his meritorious service in managing Beisha City, he was eventually promoted to the position of Grand Marshal.

In the past few years, Zhao Zifang was at the peak of his career and was the most noble marquis outside the royal family.

Until five years ago, when Zhao Zifang was killed by Baili Moqing, the Zhao family fell into decline. However, because of his past achievements and his current relationship with the crown prince, he still holds a respected status and cannot be killed at will!

The prince sent him here because he wanted Zhao Chang to provoke Shen Chuan's anger and thus find something to hold against him. He must not be fooled!

As expected, Shen Chuan's eyes shifted from the book in his hand. He stared at Zhao Chang across from the desk, a hint of murderous intent hidden beneath his calm, dark mask.

Xu Zining's expression also tightened.

"My father has made preparations for war with Apocalypse, so I am naturally delighted." His voice was not as clear and pleasant as before. This time, he seemed to have lowered his voice deliberately, and a deep feeling emerged, making people subconsciously think that behind this mask was a mature and steady character.

"If you want to stay here, of course you can. However, there is an iron rule in the army that no matter who you are, you have to live under the same conditions." He pointed to the shabby little tent a hundred meters away from the tent, with a slight curl of his lips.

"Why?" Zhao Chang glanced at the tent. He had been inside before and it was small and smelly, not a place for people to stay. "I'm the commander-in-chief. How can I live in a place like that? How about Marshal Shen, give me your place?"

He looked at Shen Chuan, his face full of sarcasm. "Anyway, after a couple of days, you'll be defeated by Baili Moqing and will have to retire. It should be no problem to just move to a new place in advance, right?"

"Prince Chang, do you want to live in my tent?" Shen Chuan threw the book in his hand on the table, leaned back, and a playful look appeared in his eyes.

"Why, can't you?" Zhao Chang sneered as he stood up and looked around. "Although this tent is simple, it's at least clean. You're used to living in a pig shed, so you shouldn't be used to this kind of environment, right?"

Xu Zining's expression changed again, and the anxiety and anger in his eyes almost overflowed.

This Zhao Chang, is he really looking for death! That is Shen Chuan's biggest taboo!

Sure enough, he saw Shen Chuan tighten his hands behind his back, and he hurried forward to hold his shoulders.

With a slight turn of her eyes, Shen Chuan hid the emotions in them.

"So, Prince Chang isn't here to deliver a decree, he's here to seize power."

His voice was as calm as water, devoid of any emotion, yet Zhao Chang's face suddenly changed. He hurriedly explained, "Shen Chuan, what are you talking about? When will I seize power?"

"The Marshal's tent is naturally the residence of the Grand Marshal. Prince Chang is a military governor, but he wants to live in the Marshal's tent. If this isn't an attempt to seize power, what else could it be?"

Shen Chuan stood up and walked to the sword rack. Her slender white fingers fell on the hilt, and she seemed to be touching the hilt with great care.

Zhao Chang's expression changed again, "Stop slandering me!"

"Someone come here!" Shen Chuan gave the order directly without any nonsense.

Suddenly, two soldiers with solemn expressions walked in and clamped Zhao Chang.

Shen Chuan drew out the black gold sword from the sword rack. The tip of the sword was sharp and emitted a cold light.

Fear welled up in Zhao Chang's eyes. He had also heard that Shen Chuan had become violent and murderous after becoming Grand Marshal. Could this be true?

"How dare you touch me?!" Zhao Chang couldn't help but shout, "I'm the Crown Prince's General! The King sent me here! How dare you kill me?!"

Shen Chuan said nothing, holding his sword and slowly approaching Zhao Chang.

Suddenly, the sword tip touched Zhao Chang's Adam's apple.

"what!!!"

Zhao Chang screamed in fear, closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't help shaking.

But after waiting for a while, he didn't feel the pain he expected. When he opened his eyes, he saw Shen Chuan's eyes full of teasing.

"Shen Chuan, you lunatic! How dare you play tricks on me!" Zhao Chang was furious and was about to rush forward.

But as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his throat. He could even feel a drop of warm liquid sliding down his throat.