The Great General's Heartache

Regardless of whether the princes in the imperial capital planned to sneak onto the throne or scheme against the great general at the front...

He had even put the troublesome women in the imperial capital out of his mind.

If the sky fell, his senior brother would hold it up.

Wang Xian rode out of the imperial capital, bearing the seal of the Prince of the West, and entered Jinling Crossing. There, he found the great general sitting in the city lord's manor, frowning in distress.

When Qin Wentian heard the guards' announcement, he was startled.

He wondered where the dynasty's Prince of the South had come from. If a prince was coming to the battlefield, it should be either Prince Duan or the Prince of the West.

Then Wang Xian appeared before him, dressed in a bright yellow official robe, his hands clasped behind his back.

Qin Wentian jolted in surprise, then slammed a hand hard against the table.

His furious roar startled the three armies: "Your servant, Qin Wentian, pays his respects to the Prince of the South!"

The roar pierced the clouds and swept in every direction.

In the blink of an eye, it spread through the entire military camp at Jinling Crossing.

The hundred-thousand-strong army hesitated only briefly before answering with a thunderous roar: "We follow the great general in paying our respects to the prince!"

Holy crap!

That cheer, that roar, instantly set the whole camp ablaze.

Every imperial guard snapped to attention. Who was the Prince of the South?

He was the dynasty's top-ranked killing god. Many of the imperial guards here had once fought under the great general at Tiger Gate Pass.

Now that they had heard Wang Xian had come to Jinling Crossing, what was there to worry about?

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