Divorced woman with child travels through time

The three were considered skilled soldiers, and their teamwork was extremely harmonious. They attacked and blocked, and soon killed several Japanese soldiers. The Japanese soldiers were in a state of chaos, seemingly afraid but also cowardly and carelessly blocking the enemy. They would let others block in front of them while they used their own hidden attacks.

Lin Shuisheng quickly grasped the situation, "Quickly, finish this quickly!"

Having said that, he leaped aside and slashed a Japanese man across the neck with his long sword. Blood gushed out like a pig being slaughtered, followed by a high-pitched scream, "Ah!!~" A continuous, agonizing scream, like a demonic sound, went on and on, terrifying people to death.

Who?! You scared the hell out of me?! Lin Shuisheng's body trembled. The fight was in full swing. He looked at the remaining Japanese men with a puzzled expression.

Those people were also fighting with the two members of the Shen family, and some of them were injured. When they saw this, they looked at him innocently.

Those eyes clearly told us it wasn't us.

Death is death, but we're not that scared.

"Stop yelling! Are you out of your mind?!" Before Lin Shuisheng could utter a sound, the male host accompanying them slapped the woman hard across the face, the sound as loud as a drum being struck by a hammer.

Lin Shuisheng rolled his eyes briefly, then turned back to continue fighting the Japanese.

After all, they were trained by Wang Erniu, and the training was very effective. After a few rounds, except for Shen Qing who had a slightly injured arm, and with the two companions who rushed out to clean up the mess, all ten or so Japanese were killed.

Lin Shuisheng was exhausted, so he found a rock to sit down and rest. The male homeowner who had fled immediately came over.

"General, my name is Zhuang Qi. I have a family with me. We originally had several servants, but they all ran away when the Japanese appeared. We ended up here in the chaos. Could we hide here for a while? We really have nowhere else to go. There are Japanese everywhere!"

Lin Shuisheng glanced at his family members sitting to the side, watching the soldiers clean up the corpses with disdain, and sneered, deliberately mocking them, "Want to stay? Sure, you can have them, including your kid, clean up the battlefield and make sure this place is clean, then you can stay! How about that?"

"Fine!" Zhuang Qi, who was slightly overweight, stood up with his big belly shaking. He wiped the sweat from his brow, looked at his wife and children with his big eyes, and scolded, "You all come and help clean up."

The wives rolled their eyes, swung their handkerchiefs, and swayed their hips as they came over to act coquettishly, "Oh dear, my husband, look at my hands, they're all cut and bleeding. How could you do this?"

“That’s right, my husband, isn’t it their duty to do it?” Zhuang Qi’s wife nodded, tugged at his sleeve and twisted it, feigning shyness, completely forgetting her disheveled escape just now.

Upon hearing this, the Qian brothers, who were tidying up, both stopped and looked at Lin Shuisheng.

Lin Shuisheng smiled and said to the Zhuang family, "Since you're unwilling to work here, then you should leave. We have wounded soldiers and can't protect you properly."

"No, no, we can do it! You guys rest, we'll take care of it!" Zhuang Qi's face was filled with grief and indignation. Sure enough, a woman's beauty is useless. Damn it, she's about to die and she's still thinking about looking good instead of working.

"Come here and die! Zhuang Li! Zhuang Yin! If you're not going to drag me, get out of here. If you die, I'll just marry another one." Zhuang Qi dragged the corpse, directing his sons to help. The two sons were obedient and dutifully dragged it together.

Seeing that everyone was watching them and didn't seem like they would speak up for them, and fearing they would be driven away, the two women stamped their feet and went to drag the corpse together.

The Qian brothers watched idly from the sidelines, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

After they had all dragged the bodies to the cliff below the forest, Lin Shuisheng gave each of them a long knife, regardless of gender or age.

The two women were now behaving themselves; although the knife was a bit heavy, they didn't drop it.

Lin Shuisheng and the others were satisfied and let them stay. More people meant more help, but these people didn't bring any food, so they had to find a way to get it.

In the palace.

Zhao Jian looked troubled. "Didn't we say we wouldn't see him? Why did he come anyway?"

"Your Majesty, we can't stop him! Who dares to stop this old prince? He's on a cane, and nobody dares to touch him!" Eunuch Wan was on the verge of tears. Every day was filled with nothing but troubles. He had received news that his godson was gone.

That damned Wang Erniu has absolutely no regard for Buddha's sake!

"I won't see him. Go ahead and find an excuse to stop him. Say I'm busy!" Zhao Jian turned around impatiently and went into the inner room.

"Oh dear!" Eunuch Wan had no choice but to run out quickly. As soon as he stepped out of the main hall, he saw Prince De walking slowly with two guards behind him, limping along.

"Oh dear, my old prince~ what brings you here so badly~" Eunuch Wan shamelessly went over and helped him up.

"I want to see the Emperor!" Zhao Su's body was already warm, his palms were red, but he still stubbornly walked with the help of his cane, his forehead was covered in sweat, he was a stubborn old man.

Eunuch Wan tried to help him, but was pushed away instead, so he had to lie and say, "His Majesty has gone to Consort He's palace and is not in the hall."

"Then I'll wait here! I'll see him whenever he comes back!" Zhao Su finally walked into the hall, found a stool at random, plopped down, panting heavily, and didn't move an inch.

"Oh dear~" Eunuch Wan clapped his hands, looking troubled. He secretly glanced inside but dared not make a sound.

Zhao Su squinted at the person in front of him who was on a errand, and naturally guessed what was going on. He remained calm and waited quietly, wanting to see who had more patience.

Zhao Jian sighed inside, lifted his clothes, and climbed out of the window. What could he do? He could only play along completely. He went to Consort He's palace, said a few words to reassure her about her pregnancy, and then came back.

As soon as he entered the hall, Zhao Jian put on a smile. "Your Highness has arrived. How have you been lately?"

"Hmph, thank you for your trouble, Your Majesty. I am well." Zhao Su gave a perfunctory bow, which he considered a polite greeting.

"It seems the old prince is much better now, that's wonderful!" Zhao Jian said, finding a way to save face, and sat on the dragon throne to read the memorials.

The two then fell silent.

Zhao Su glanced at the composed man and finally spoke, "Your Majesty, can't you spare Cao Ge'er's life for the sake of us old ministers?"

Zhao Jian kept his eyes on the table and said calmly, "No! His reach is too long; it's time to deal with him."

"Hmph, since Your Majesty is so willful, then don't blame me for not giving you face!" Zhao Su looked up and stared directly at the person on the dragon throne. "Minister Zhang of the Ministry of Personnel, Minister Tian of the Ministry of Rites, and Minister Zheng of the Court of Judicial Review, are all Your Majesty's men. I wonder if Your Majesty treats them all equally?"

"If Your Highness can find evidence, I will show no mercy!" Zhao Jian put down the memorial, met his gaze, and his eyes were filled with determination.

"Then let it be!" Zhao Su stood up. "I hope Your Majesty won't regret it."

He left the palace step by step, leaning on his cane.