Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

Lingyan checked the woman's condition. Although she was extremely pale with fright, fortunately, there was nothing seriously wrong.

He carefully checked her pulse and found that there was no problem with the pregnancy, which put him at ease.

The woman was still in shock, and with a trembling voice, she looked at Lingyan with tears of gratitude and said, "Thank you so much for saving my life, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to save my child."

As she spoke, she burst into tears, overcome with fear.

Lingyan smiled and comforted her, "Don't cry. You're pregnant, so you shouldn't cry too much as it will harm your health. Fortunately, it didn't affect the baby. Go home quickly."

The woman nodded emphatically and said, "Thank you, young lady, I understand."

Lingyan originally intended to give the woman some money, but the woman looked like she was from a poor family, so she was naturally very happy to help her out.

However, she forgot that she had changed her clothes and did not have any money on her at the moment.

Therefore, Lingyan turned around, gently lifted a corner of Wei's hat, pulled out two hairpins from her hair, and took off her earrings. She then turned around and handed them to her, saying, "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money. You can take these and pawn them for some money."

She dared not give any more; for ordinary families, this was already enough, and giving more would only bring them trouble.

Upon seeing this, the woman immediately pushed him away with both hands, refusing.

Lingyan gently advised, "Take it. These things are nothing to me, but they can improve your life. Think of your daughter and your unborn child, so don't refuse to accept them."

The woman hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, but still accepted it with immense gratitude, choking back tears as she replied, "Thank you so much, young lady. I'll accept it, even if it's a bit shameless."

She then brought her daughter over, kowtowed several times to Lingyan, thanked her again, and left.

Only then did Ling Yan turn around and look at the few people from the northern desert.

They were intimidated by He Jingchuan's powerful aura and dared not make a move.

Of course.

The group that came to Dazhao this time was led by Temur, one of the sons of the King of the Northern Desert, and his grandson Chaoketu, along with some officials.

They had naturally heard of He Jingchuan's reputation and achievements, and had also seen his portrait.

They knew he was an invincible war god who had driven them into a series of defeats in the northern desert.

Under these circumstances, it would be strange if they weren't afraid of He Jingchuan.

Seeing how obedient they were, and that Ling Yan had finished handling everything, He Jingchuan was impressed.

He could no longer contain his worry and anxiety, and quickly walked to her side, looking her up and down anxiously asking, "How are you? Are you hurt?"

His voice was full of concern and anxiety.

Lingyan gently shook her head, signaling him to relax and not let the people around him notice anything amiss.

He Jingchuan nodded in understanding.

Then he solemnly bowed to the person next to him and said, "Thank you very much for saving me, Ninth Prince of Western Chu."

Ok?

The Ninth Prince of Western Chu?

Upon hearing this, Lingyan turned to look at the person a few steps away from her.

He was also the person who had just saved her and the woman.

It turned out to be Chu Xiyao, the ninth prince of Western Chu.

Legend has it that this ninth prince was arrogant and lawless, a little tyrant who caused trouble everywhere.

But he certainly has the right to be willful and arrogant.

Because the emperor of Western Chu was his own brother, born of the same mother.

The Emperor of Western Chu raised him like a father and brother, as if he were his own son, and doted on him in every way.

He doted on the Ninth Prince even more than his own sons, and his affection for the Ninth Prince was even greater than that for his own sons.

He was always given whatever he asked for.

This naturally fostered a fearless and daring personality.

At only eighteen years old, his bad reputation has already spread throughout the seven kingdoms.

Of course, along with his personality, his unparalleled beauty also spread throughout the seven kingdoms.

I don't know about anything else, but she is truly beautiful!

Her red dress was as fiery as flames, as if it had burst forth from the scorching magma at the Earth's core.

Her face was as white as a peerless jade meticulously sculpted by the heavens, yet it was not the kind of paleness that comes from illness.

Instead, against the backdrop of her red dress, it shone with a delicate luster, like fine jade, exuding a captivating charm.

A few strands of hair fell unruly across her broad forehead, swaying gently in the breeze, adding to her carefree air.

A pair of sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, resembling the wings of an eagle about to take flight. Beneath the eyebrows were a pair of narrow phoenix eyes, with the corners of the eyes slightly upturned, like crescent moons. Between the movement of his eyes, a wicked and unruly spirit flowed freely.

Those deep, dark eyes, like an unfathomable pool, with their ink-black pupils resembling endless black holes, shimmered with an unfathomable light under the dazzling sunlight.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, sharp as a blade, with a faint, ambiguous smile curving at the corners, carrying a hint of cynical mockery, as if everything in the world was nothing more than an absurd game in his eyes.

The color of her lips was as vibrant and dazzling as fresh blood, as if she had just drunk the world's finest wine, with a lingering, intoxicating blush.

With a tall and slender figure, like a proud pine tree, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, her proportions are absolutely perfect.

His red robes fluttered in the wind, like a fierce battle flag, and a golden belt was tied around his waist. The belt was inlaid with dazzling gems that shimmered in the sunlight, proclaiming his nobility and extraordinary status.

His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, like exquisite works of art. He casually toyed with a folding fan painted with beautiful landscapes, and even the beautiful scenery on the fan seemed to pale in comparison in his hands.

That wicked aura, like a deadly poison, makes people unable to resist getting closer and trying to uncover his mystery.

His every move exudes an innate nobility, yet it is also mixed with laziness and nonchalance.

Lingyan hadn't seen such a handsome man in a long time.

She was extremely satisfied with everything about him.

More importantly, he seemed arrogant and overbearing.

However, as the ninth prince of another country, he was able to set aside his status and identity to save ordinary people from other countries when danger struck.

This shows that he is not only handsome, but also beautiful inside and out.

Lingyan had already included him in her shortlist of potential partners.

When Chu Xiyao heard He Jingchuan's thanks, he smiled and replied nonchalantly, "It was just a small favor, no need to be so polite."

Her voice is damn nice too!

Was she blind just now?

She didn't even notice such a beautiful woman just a few steps away.

After expressing his gratitude, He Jingchuan turned his attention back to the few people from the northern desert.

Recalling their recent misdeeds, he was filled with rage, his eyes sharp as knives, his killing intent palpable.

The next moment, a dagger was thrown, heading straight for the group.

The men on horseback were terrified, their hearts pounding with fear.

No one expected him to make a sudden move, and caught off guard, they could only scramble to dodge.

The next moment, their eyes widened.

One of their men fell straight off his horse, dying with his eyes wide open.

The dagger was stuck in his chest, and blood was spurting out.

This person was one of the attendants of Chaoketu, the grandson of the King of the Northern Desert.

This attendant, in his eagerness to curry favor with Chaoketu, had gone even further than the others in his party, so his death wasn't entirely unjust.

The group of people who witnessed this scene turned pale with fright and were still shaken.

Upon seeing this, Chaoketu was enraged. His eyes widened as if they could spew flames, and he shot them straight at He Jingchuan.

He roared furiously, "What exactly is General He trying to achieve with this?!" His voice was filled with barely concealed anger and accusation.

He Jingchuan remained expressionless, his gaze as cold as ice as he stared directly at Chaoketu.

His tone was firm and authoritative, leaving no room for doubt: "What is the meaning of this? It is naturally to give you a warning, to make it clear to you people of the Northern Desert that this is the territory of the Great Zhao, not a place where you can trample on it at will and act recklessly! If what happened today is repeated, it will not just be a mere follower who dies, but anyone who dares to challenge the majesty of the Great Zhao!"

Chaoketu's anger was like a bucket of cold water being poured on him; instead of being extinguished, it surged even more fiercely because of this blatant threat.

He was filled with fear, but his long-standing arrogance made it difficult for him to bow down easily.

He was used to being arrogant and domineering, so naturally he was unwilling to be intimidated by him at this moment.

Even when faced with He Jingchuan's cold and bloodthirsty eyes, honed from countless battles, he was still deeply moved.

He stubbornly maintained his composure, saying defiantly, "Hmph, we were just out sightseeing, experiencing the local customs and culture. Is this how the Great Zhao treats its guests? A mere joke, and you're already threatening to fight? Does the Great Zhao really intend to ignite a war with the Northern Desert?"