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

Looking at Song Wenjun's face, which was full of resentment, Xiao Ji's eyes instantly dimmed.

He took a step forward, wanting to explain, his lips moved, but he didn't know where to begin.

After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, his voice full of self-reproach: "It's my fault. Every day I see you and the child sitting in the yard, waiting for me so anxiously, and my heart is torn apart."

Countless times, I've longed to rush to your side immediately, but I can't. If I show myself, the Duke of Zhenguo will know I'm here, and all my previous plans and efforts will be in vain.

We can only have a chance to capture them all once they can no longer resist the urge to retreat into the mountains.

Xiao Ji secretly glanced at Song Wenjun, feeling somewhat uneasy.

She remained expressionless, but her gaze was no longer as stern as before, showing a hint of softening.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, mustered his courage, took two steps forward, and reached out to take her hand.

Song Wenjun noticed his movement and instinctively tried to dodge.

Before she could make a move, Xiao Ji had already firmly grasped her hand.

She struggled gently, but couldn't break free.

"Madam, I really know I was wrong," Xiao Ji said softly, gently shaking Song Wenjun's arm like a docile puppy, his eyes full of flattery, almost as if he were trying to win her over.

Song Wenjun intended to maintain her cold expression, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Yan Yan standing to the side, covering her eyes with her hands, yet "openly" peeking at them through her fingers.

Yan Yan's bright, black eyes shone with curiosity and excitement.

While watching, he kept muttering, "I don't want to watch, I don't want to watch."

They looked absolutely adorable.

Upon seeing this, Song Wenjun's resentment dissipated considerably.

She was both amused and exasperated, and couldn't help but chuckle softly: "You should at least pay attention to your image in front of the children."

"Mother, I really can't see, you can continue." Yan Yan answered confidently, but she didn't put her hands down at all, still secretly observing through her fingers.

Xiao Ji, however, didn't care at all. He smiled and looked at Yan Yan, saying, "Son, as a man, you have to be able to bend and stretch. You have to admit your mistakes when you should, right?"

Yan Yan nodded vigorously and said earnestly, "Yes, Father is right!"

"I'll be driven to my death by you and your son sooner or later." Song Wenjun shook her head. How could she have married such a shameless husband?

She gave birth to such a shameless son.

Hopefully, the little one in my belly won't look like them.

"Let's go down the mountain!" Xiao Ji shouted, and the soldiers behind him responded in unison.

As dawn broke, Song Wenjun was surprised to find that there were only about two hundred people following him.

Yet these two hundred-odd men slaughtered the Duke of Zhenguo's several thousand men, leaving not a single one alive.

Last night, Song Wenjun was filled with despair, thinking that she was doomed.

However, at that critical moment, Xiao Ji appeared before her like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

At that moment, Song Wenjun felt an indescribable shock.

She finally truly understood the weight of the word "God of War".

No wonder the people of the enemy country were terrified and their hearts pounded when they heard the name Xiao Ji.

Having witnessed his bravery on the battlefield, Song Wenjun had to admit that he truly deserved the title of "God of War."

It turned out that he had already dug a tunnel in the mountains, leading all the way up the mountain.

With such meticulous thinking, it would be unreasonable for him not to win.

Everyone then returned to the courtyard through the tunnel.

The soldiers lost their weapons and were put under guard.

The Duke of Zhenguo was in a terrible state at this moment.

His face was charred black, the skin and flesh of his face were turned outwards from the fire, and his once dignified appearance had become unrecognizable.

His body was covered in bloodstains, which had dried and hardened into clumps that stuck to his clothes.

The severed limb was only hastily bandaged, the gauze was already soaked with blood, and bright red blood was still seeping out.

The Duke of Zhenguo fainted repeatedly from the excruciating pain, only to be jolted awake by the agony.

Each time he regained consciousness, he was in excruciating pain.

When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Ji sitting leisurely in front of him.

His gaze was cold, carrying the arrogance of a victor.

But he himself lay helplessly on the ground like a stray dog, utterly devoid of dignity.

"Xiao Ji!" The Duke of Zhenguo forced out these two words through gritted teeth, his voice filled with a hatred that seemed to want to tear Xiao Ji to pieces.

"I will kill you... I will kill you... Ah..."

Xiao Ji looked at the disheveled Duke Zhenguo in front of him, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He slowly raised his foot, his black leather boot landing heavily on the Duke of Zhenguo's severed limb, and said coldly, "If you want to kill me, you'll have to see if you have the ability. Do you think you're worthy to be my enemy?"

As he spoke, he increased the pressure on his foot, his eyes filled with contempt and mockery.

The Duke of Zhenguo felt a sharp pain, his vision went black, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted again.

Xiao Ji wiped the blood off his feet onto the Duke of Zhenguo's body and ordered Tian Qi, "Lock him up and keep a close watch on him."

"Yes, Your Highness." Tian Qi was excited. With the prince, even a losing situation could be turned into a winning one.

This was a beautiful and exhilarating victory.

The group set off towards the capital. Xiao Ji wanted to leave Song Wenjun behind, but she refused, saying, "My family is all in the capital. How can I feel at ease leaving me here?"

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Xiao Ji finally softened.

He had been separated from Song Wenjun for too long, and he was confident that he could protect her.

"Okay, come with me, let's go back to Beijing."

Two days later, the team was fully reorganized.

Xiao Ji stood on high ground, his gaze sweeping over his troops who were fully prepared for battle, his expression cold and resolute.

At a single command, the massive army marched towards the capital.

The thunderous sound of hooves kicked up billowing dust, like a black torrent rushing forward.

Along the way, the scenery at each pass was strikingly similar.

Most of the generals who guarded the passes were once Xiao Ji's subordinates, and they were convinced of his reputation and strength.

Upon seeing Xiao Ji's banner from afar, before the main army even reached the city, they proactively opened the city gates, knelt on one knee, and respectfully welcomed him.

He then joined the team without hesitation and followed them.

The team grew stronger and stronger like a snowball, their morale soaring, their momentum unstoppable, and they marched straight toward the capital with unstoppable force.

Meanwhile, inside the magnificent palace...

Upon receiving the battle report, Xiao Yin's hands trembled as he held the papers, and the color drained from his face, leaving him deathly pale.

"How is this possible!" he roared hysterically, his voice echoing in the empty hall. "A bunch of useless trash, not a single one of them could stop Xiao Ji?"

Every word in the battle report was like a sharp needle, piercing his heart.

All that he painstakingly and meticulously planned to achieve, is he really going to just hand it over to someone else so easily?

He was unwilling to accept this, his heart filled with resentment and bitterness. He paced back and forth in the hall, his eyes filled with madness.

"Guards!" Xiao Yin abruptly stopped and loudly ordered, "Pass down the order: whoever can kill King Xiao Ji of Chu will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold and granted the title of Marquis of a Thousand Households!"

A generous reward will surely attract brave men; he didn't believe that no one could stop a mere Xiao Ji.