The Ugly Concubine Strikes Back: The War God Prince Spoils Her Crazy

The night is getting dark.

Everything was silent all around. Just when everyone fell asleep, Jingzhe, who was beside Chu Wanyu, quietly left the Zhan Palace with a group of people.

The sky is bright.

Jingzhe and others came back with smiles on their faces, pushing a small cart with bags of grain on it.

These grains gave Prince Zhan's Mansion hope.

Chu Wanyu's lips curled up. "Yes, with these grains, they can better resist the Second Prince and others. There are many refugees outside now. Starting tomorrow, we will distribute porridge at the back door of Prince Zhan's Mansion."

Hear this.

Jingzhe was obviously stunned for a moment, "We..."

"I know what you want to say. Even the prince would agree with me. The people should not suffer in any case. And you don't need to cook the porridge too thick. Just add more water. If anyone dares to cause trouble, they will be killed without mercy."

The last few words were murderous.

The meaning is obvious.

Jingzhe understood instantly.

If they were real refugees, they would enjoy eating not only the watery porridge but even the rice soup. Of course, if those people came to cause trouble, they were definitely not refugees, but were sent by the Second Prince and others to cause trouble.

Such people should be killed without mercy.

Chu Wanyu nodded and said, "Send more people tomorrow. If anyone dares to cause trouble now, they will be killed on the spot without further explanation."

Every tree and grass in the capital city is an enemy.

Everyone is waiting to see when this war will end.

Ordinary people stayed at home and didn't dare to show their heads.

The once bustling streets were now deserted, with not a single pedestrian.

Early in the morning.

A rich aroma filled the air, and then the sound of gongs was heard.

"Princess, please be merciful. From today on, all refugees around here may line up. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed without mercy."

The high-pitched sound could be heard clearly for miles around.

The people guarding the gate of Prince Zhan's mansion rushed over when they heard the noise.

These refugees were so thin that they were just skin and bones, their clothes were tattered, and their eye sockets were bulging. When they saw the big pot of porridge, they wanted to get in directly.

They wanted to rush over and rob, but Jingzhe and others immediately drew their swords.

"If you want to drink porridge, go and line up. If anyone dares to make trouble, they will be killed without mercy."

The last three words were full of murderous intent.

The murderous aura of Jingzhe and others was forged from their experience on the battlefield. Standing there, they had the aura of one man blocking the way for ten thousand, and their aura was awe-inspiring. Those refugees were just ordinary people, so of course they didn't dare to act rashly.

No one wants to take action.

It was the person sent by the second prince.

They also realized that the opportunity was rare, so of course they didn't dare to give it up.

Seeing the refugees lining up in an orderly manner, some people murmured in dissatisfaction.

"So what if your princess doesn't have that much food at home? Why don't you leave some for ordinary people like us? Now you're just giving out porridge, yet you're so condescending that you make us wait in line? Why should everyone rush in with me? Let's take back all the food and eat whatever we want."

"Yes, yes, yes. I haven't eaten for three days and three nights. If this continues, I'm going to starve to death. I'm going to rob."

A few words from these people provoked the anger of the refugees.

Seeing that they were about to swarm in, Jingzhe and others were not afraid at all and directly picked up their swords.

He jumped up and flew directly in front of the person who had just spoken, and slashed with his knife.

The scene was completely silent.

It took a while for everyone to come back to their senses, and then there were screams like pigs being slaughtered and sounds of fear.

The person who was still alive just now fell to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out of his body.

The head, which was chopped off by a knife, rolled around on the ground for several times before it stopped.

In a pool of blood, the head was wide-eyed.

Do not look down.

The eyes were wide open, looking in the direction of the refugees.

The refugees dared not say anything more. They shrank their necks like quails and waited quietly for the porridge.

A life was lost and everyone was completely shocked.

Chu Wanyu was very satisfied with this. Just as she was thinking about returning to her room, her legs suddenly went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Dongxue, who was standing by, stepped forward quickly and asked, "Princess, are you okay?"

Chu Wanyu's forehead was covered in cold sweat, her face was as pale as paper, without any blood. Her usually calm face now showed a hint of panic.

She grabbed Dongxue's arm tightly and said weakly, "Hurry, hurry, go get the pregnancy-maintaining medicine right away."

"it is good!"

Dongxue didn't dare to delay and immediately sent someone to find pregnancy-preserving medicine.

Chu Wanyu was carried back to the room. He closed his eyes, placed his hands on his belly, and kept comforting her, "My dear baby, you must hold on."

Carrying twins is hard work.

After the assassination, he was exhausted.

If it weren't for his perseverance, he would have collapsed long ago, and the worst thing was that the baby in his belly had a miscarriage.

Go on like this.

Really going to give birth prematurely.

He gently stroked his belly and said, "Baby, wait a little longer, wait for your father."