The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

A blush crept across Ma Zhi's face. He scratched his head sheepishly and said with a dry laugh, "It's really embarrassing to admit, but we only found out she was two months pregnant."

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun gasped and said with lingering fear, "Thank goodness the child is alright. If something had happened, I would have become a sinner in the General's Mansion."

Recalling how Qin Qing had been working tirelessly day and night for the sake of the Chu Prince's Mansion, Song Wenjun was filled with worry and lingering fear.

Just as the two were talking, a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside.

A follower rushed up to Ma Zhi in a panic, his face filled with anxiety, and he even stammered, "Young General, we...we have too few men, we're about to be overwhelmed!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhi's expression instantly hardened, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

He twirled his spear with a flourish, the tip slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

He looked at Song Wenjun and said to her, "You all stay here, I'll go and take care of those bastards!"

"Uncle, you must be careful!" Song Wenjun said with a worried expression.

Ma Zhi nodded heavily, said nothing more, and charged out with his spear.

Soon, his figure disappeared into the night.

Watching Ma Zhi's departing figure, Song Wenjun pondered for a moment, then turned to Yan Yan and asked with a serious expression, "Yan Yan, how many Thunder Eggs do you have left?"

"Mommy, what are you going to do?" The little guy's eyes lit up instantly, and his face turned red with excitement.

Song Wenjun's expression suddenly turned cold, like frost in a cold night. She said solemnly, "In this situation, if we don't find a way to protect ourselves, we may not even have a chance to survive."

"Distribute these Thunder Eggs among everyone. If anyone breaks in, at least we'll have weapons to defend ourselves."

Yan Yan nodded vigorously, and without saying a word, ran behind the artificial hill like a nimble little monkey.

Not long after, his clear, childlike voice rang out: "Everyone, come quick!"

The servants looked at each other, puzzled, but still went over.

Behind the artificial hill, there was a whole bunch of Thunder Eggs.

"Take two each, and if you see the enemy charging at you, throw them at them!" Song Wenjun raised her voice, giving instructions methodically.

Everyone has seen the effects of these Thunder Eggs.

Everyone grabbed their Thunder Eggs and waited for Song Wenjun to give the order.

Song Wenjun surveyed the crowd with unwavering determination and declared, "We're going to support the young general!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she firmly grasped the two Thunder Eggs in her hand and was about to rush out.

Seeing this, Yan Yan was extremely anxious. He quickly reached out his little hand and grabbed Song Wenjun's clothes. His innocent face was full of seriousness and stubbornness: "Mother, I am a little man now. It is my turn to protect you!"

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun abruptly stopped in her tracks. Looking down at the child's innocent yet determined face, a warm feeling welled up in her heart, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She raised her hand and gently touched her son's fair face, her heart filled with joy.

She gently shook her head, her voice choked with emotion yet firm, and said, "Even if it costs me my life, I will protect you."

After saying that, she gritted her teeth, released Yan Yan, and strode forward.

His straight spine and resolute figure deeply inspired the servants in the mansion.

"Even though the princess is six months pregnant, she dares to charge ahead. What do we have to be afraid of!" A young servant clenched his fist and shouted loudly, his voice full of passion and excitement.

"That's right! At worst, we'll be heroes again in eighteen years!" Everyone echoed, and morale soared instantly.

The strong and sturdy servants all pushed forward, forming a solid human wall to protect Song Wenjun behind them.

The women hid behind them, their eyes filled with tension and determination, tightly gripping the Thunder Eggs in their hands.

Once they discover that the Imperial Guards and assassins have rushed in, they will not hesitate to throw out their "weapons".

In an instant, explosions echoed throughout the Chu King's mansion.

Sparks flew and smoke filled the air. The assassins and imperial guards who tried to break in were thrown about and left in a sorry state by the sudden counterattack.

Outside the Prince's mansion, Ma Zhi saw the situation inside and couldn't help but smile.

With a sweep of his spear, he knocked the charging enemy to the ground.

He then charged back into the enemy ranks.

In the distance, Xiao Yin stood on the pavilion, looking down at everything below, his face full of sinister intent.

"How dare you ruin my plans!" he said through gritted teeth.

He stretched out his hand, and the attendant beside him placed a longbow in his palm.

He stared viciously at Ma Zhi's figure in the crowd, drew his bow and aimed the arrow at Ma Zhi's back.

The bow and arrow were drawn to their limit and then suddenly released.

Seeing this, Mei wanted to help but it was too late. She could only let out a long shout to warn Ma Zhi: "Watch out behind you."

Ma Zhi turned around and saw that the long arrow was already in front of him.

At this moment, he had nowhere to hide; he was surrounded by enemy troops and could only raise his spear to fight back with all his might.

But the arrows came fiercely and powerfully, and for a moment, he was powerless to defend himself.

"Uncle!" Song Wenjun cried out in despair, her heart shattered with fear.

If anything were to happen to Ma Zhi, she would never forgive herself.

Just then, a clang was heard.

A long arrow whistled through the air, knocking the arrow shot by Xiao Yin to the ground.

At the end of the crowd, a woman rode a tall horse, her silver-gray armor gleaming coldly in the night.

She held a long sword, looking heroic and dashing.

He wore a Shura mask, making him look like a vengeful ghost.

Those with weak nerves, upon witnessing this scene, were so terrified that their legs went weak and they knelt on the ground, crying out, "A ghost! A ghost!"

The man pulled hard on the reins, and the horse reared up, its front hooves stomping heavily on the ground.

As he swung his longsword, a streak of blood appeared.

Extremely fast speed and extremely ruthless attacks.

Anyone who came near her was hacked to death.

In no time at all, they had arrived in front of Song Wenjun.

"Go!" she shouted.

The voice sounded slightly muffled beneath the mask, but those eyes made Song Wenjun's eyes widen.

Her voice trembled as she looked at the person in disbelief and called out, "Mother."

The man did not respond to her, but instead led a squad of his personal guards into the war zone.

A carriage stopped in front of Song Wenjun, and the driver said to her, "Your Highness, please get in the carriage."

Song Wenjun hesitated for a moment, but her body was lifted up by a current of air.

"Come on, as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood." Mei used her palm to send her to the carriage, the coachman picked up Yan Yan and Xu's mother also got into the carriage.

The carriage carrying Song Wenjun sped towards the outskirts of the city.

Song Wenjun clung to the carriage window and shouted to Ma Zhi and the Princess of Nanyang, "Let's go."