Husband, I Miss You

"So, do you want me to send my Soul Engineer Legion there and have him killed?" Ju Zi suddenly asked.

Zhongli Wu smiled. "If you can do that, I'll naturally be delighted. If you can't, I won't blame you."

"After all, if a man like him were to die so easily, it would actually be terribly boring."

Only while Jiang Yuheng was alive could the Holy Spirit Cult avoid being purged.

Xu Tianran had never been a benevolent ruler. He had only reached his current position through his absolute strength, absolute suppression, and absolute control.

Ju Zi naturally saw the crux of the matter, but she did not expose it.

As the saying went, the enemy of one's enemy was a friend.

The Holy Spirit Cult's relationship with Xu Tianran was poor, but that did not mean its relationship with the Empress was equally bad.

Some matters had to be viewed separately.

"I hope your side can set out as soon as possible. Don't hand the initiative to someone else."

Zhongli Wu rarely nodded seriously. "We will."

East District, Harbor Port.

Today, Jiang Yuheng had finally shed his weariness. Clad in a black windbreaker, he gazed at the ships in the distance with anticipation.

"Lord Frost Dragon Butterfly, are you waiting for a friend?" a manager asked respectfully.

Jiang Yuheng shook his head. "To be precise, I'm waiting for my lover, my wife. Since the war began, we haven't seen each other for nearly four months."

Now that Wang Dong'er had finally managed to meet him under the pretext of a business trip, it was the best possible comfort for Jiang Yuheng, who was under tremendous "mental pressure."

Before long, the ship slowly pulled into port.

"Yu Heng!"

A familiar voice reached his ears. The pink-and-blue-clad woman threw herself into