Chapter 261

Her breasts are so full...

How enviable... Ugh...!

"Is that all Chen Ce's letter contained?" Sejuani, oblivious to the envious and jealous look in his eyes, asked, "Where's the letter? Let me see it."

"The letter... Oh, here it is." Ashe pretended not to be able to find the letter for a moment, and rummaged in her pocket for a while.

Then he handed the letter to Sejuani.

The latter opened it and found that the contents were indeed as brief as Ashe had described.

Only...

"Was this letter torn in half?"

Sejuani pointed to the bottom of the letter, feeling that something was missing.

"No, Chen Ce only said that much." Ashe quietly stuffed the other half of the letter back into her pocket—that half naturally contained the sentence, "[Also, please travel to Great City of Demacia as soon as possible with Sejuani]".

Who says two dragon birds have to carry two people?

Sejuani is so lewd, we absolutely cannot let her see Chen Ce!

She'll definitely take advantage of the dark and stormy night to force Chen Ce to do something that would be utterly outrageous!

Chen Ce's pure body will surely be defiled by her!

"Something's not right, something's really not right..." Sejuani looked at the extremely uneven tear at the bottom of the letter, and could clearly tell that it had been torn by someone.

"There's really nothing wrong with it. This letter was originally written like this—you know Chen Ce is always frugal. Maybe he tore a piece of paper in half to write two letters?"

"Hmm... Is it frugal...?"

"Alright, alright, it's getting late. You should go back and rest. I need to take care of some more military affairs before I go to sleep."

"Hey hey hey..." Sejuani wanted to say something, but Ashe had already pushed her back into the room.

The door slammed shut, and Ashe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just to be on the safe side, she even secretly locked the door from the outside.

"Chen Ce, tonight I will definitely protect your innocence...!"

Ashe made a silent vow, then walked towards the dragon bird, preparing to rush to Great City.

But just then, several Freljord warriors suddenly strode up.

Upon closer inspection, one could also see that they were escorting a rather thin man—judging from his physique and facial features, this man was from Demacia.

"Didn't I say I would release prisoners of war?" Ashe frowned slightly.

"Dear Warmother, he is not a prisoner of war," a female soldier said. "He is an infiltrator we captured—he sneaked into the city and was caught by us at the city walls."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Ashe was a little surprised, but she didn't take it too seriously—he was probably just a small fry or a fugitive, nothing to worry about.

"Then you can handle it yourselves, lock them up and interrogate them or something... I have other things to do, I'll be going now."

With that, Ashe climbed onto the dragon bird, ready to take off.

But the female warriors called out to her again, "Warmother, this guy says he wants to see you—he says he wants to make a deal with you."

"Trade?"

"Yes..." The man who had been pinned down raised his head—disheveled hair, a full beard, and two Petricite chains binding his hands...it was none other than Sylas.

"Your Excellency, leader of Freljord, I wish to discuss something with you... This could bring immense benefits to you and your nation."

"Hmm... alright, I'll only give you three minutes." Although Ashe was in a hurry to see Chen Ce, she didn't forget her identity.

"I am deeply grateful..." Sylas nodded and bowed, his seemingly humble posture revealing a sinister and cruel nature.

"Let me introduce myself first... I am from Demacia, but because of my identity as a mage, I have suffered greatly from the persecution of the Demacia nobles... Some time ago, I launched a rebellion against the nobles, and I stirred up a riot in the Demacia capital."

"Hmm." Ashe nodded calmly.

"I have gathered many mages who share my thoughts..." Sylas continued, "We have all been persecuted by the nobles of Demacia, and we yearn for revenge... but perhaps we lack sufficient power."

"But... if it were you..."

"If it were the powerful Freljord..."

"I and other persecuted mages were born in Demacia, and we know this land like the back of our hand... We know many of the country's secrets and can find some excellent marching routes..."

"If you are willing to trust us, all of Demacia's abundant resources will be given to Freljord!"

"The endless food, the inexhaustible livestock, the boundless ore, and the ever-growing clothing... will all belong to Freljord!"

Sylas raised his arms high, looking as if he had just delivered an inspiring speech.

Only...

The Freljord warriors standing next to him fell silent.

Ashe also wanted to laugh.

But she suppressed a laugh. "Well said. So... to achieve this goal, what do you think is the biggest obstacle right now?"

Upon hearing this, Sylas assumed the other party was already interested and immediately uttered a name that none of the Freljord people had deliberately avoided mentioning on the battlefield:

"Chen Ce! A man Chen Ce! He stopped me when I instigated the riot and was about to execute the Demacia prince! He's a Demacia lackey!"

After a brief pause, he frowned and added, "But his strength is incredibly formidable... He's a problem, so we must first gather our forces and kill him, and then we can crush Demacia!"

"I see..." Ashe finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She smiled and asked, "Actually, I also know that man Chen Ce... Guess what our relationship is?"

"Huh?" Sylas looked around in confusion.

Then, with a confused and cautious tone, she asked in a low voice, "You and him... have a grudge...?"

"A grudge... well, you guessed half right." Ashe nodded.

Hearing this, Sylas felt much more at ease—as long as there was a grudge, that was fine; he was just worried that the Freljord leader in front of him might be friends with that man or something.

"So, which half did I guess correctly?" Sylas asked confidently.

"What I guessed was..." Ashe smiled, "Half of it—I'm grateful, but I have no grudges."

"Hahaha, then... um...? Wait...?"

"Congratulations on answering half of the riddle correctly. The prize is..." Ashe smiled slightly, her narrowed beautiful eyes filled with intense killing intent.

"Take him away and subject him to severe torture! Leave him barely alive, and we'll make a decision when Chen Ce and I return!"

"Yes!" Several Freljord warriors immediately pinned Sylas to the ground.

The latter struggled desperately, trying to absorb the warriors' magic for its own use.

But he was horrified to discover...

These barbarians use only brute force! They don't have a single bit of magic!!

"Fool." Ashe turned away coldly and grabbed the reins of the dragon bird.

The next moment, the dragon bird finally flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

Ashe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I can see Chen Ce... all alone...

Finally, I won't be bothered by a third party anymore...

Blood oath... hehe, blood oath...

Just thinking about that young and beautiful body made Ashe swallow several mouthfuls of saliva.

Her mind is now filled with suggestive scenes.

So she didn't notice another slender and tall figure right below her.

At this moment, it was clinging to the dragon bird's claws and slowly climbing upwards.

"Hey, Ashe, didn't you just say you were going to sleep right away?"

Sejuani's cheerful voice suddenly rang out.

"You're going to secretly go see Chen Ce... right?"

Chen Ce finished "educating" Kayle —the first round of education. Although the effect was good, this naturally proud dog still needed a long time to be slowly taught—even though her divinity was almost gone, her arrogance was still unmatched by ordinary people.

She wasn't as easily "cultivated" as Tianna.

But it's only a matter of time.

Take your time, don't rush. After all, strong dogs are generally more difficult to train.

A half- Aspects... once their education is fully completed, their usefulness and value will be extremely high.

Chen Ce entered the palace feeling refreshed and relaxed.

It was already late at night, and only the guards who patrolled and stood watch throughout the night remained in the palace. The powerful and influential people who had offered advice or tried to curry favor with the emperor were nowhere to be seen.

The guards dared not stop him.

They didn't dare stop the people behind him—a large group of people.

Led by Morgana, the "Kayle," she was followed by a large group of outsiders of all kinds.

Sett, the half-orc; Yone and Yasuo, the Windswordsman; Lee Sin, the blind monk; Udyr, who wields the power of the beast god...

There's also the Ahri who keeps clinging to Chen Ce and won't let go.

Finally, there was even a heavily armored general from an "enemy nation" —Darius, the Hand of Noxus.

Yes, although the Noxus army halted its advance, their general rode a dragon lizard all the way to the Great City of Demacia —at the king's behest—as the victor.

The main hall of the palace has been almost completely renovated, but the first "guests" to be welcomed by this magnificent golden corridor were outsiders.

Even the enemy that forced Demacia to surrender completely.

It's undeniably ironic.

Chen Ce walked at the front and skillfully pushed open the main hall door.

The old king, his hair now gray, was frowning as he dealt with state affairs— Demacia had been in turmoil lately, and his workload had probably increased more than tenfold.

Dark circles had appeared under his aged eyes, a poignant sight.

"Good evening, Your Majesty." Chen Ce smiled and bowed, but unlike the ministers of Demacia who knelt on one knee, he simply patted his chest—the meaning of which was self-evident.

The people behind him didn't even bother to bow.

Darius was still wearing heavy armor and carrying weapons.

"Good evening, Mr. Chen Ce..." Jarvan III greeted wearily, then rose shakily from his throne.

At the same time, he reached out and pushed away the Seneschal of Demacia who was trying to stand in front of him to protect him.

The dutiful bodyguard became extremely alert the moment he saw the group enter armed, his limbs shifting slightly into a fighting stance—he knew he was no match for them, but if they were truly going to attack the king...

He would fight to the death to protect the king.

Even if the ending is tragic, we must first step over his corpse.

"It's alright, Xin Zhao..." The old king reached out and patted the Seneschal of Demacia on the shoulder, then slowly took a step forward.

When facing Chen Ce, he would not—and could not—sit on the throne.

He looked at the group of people in front of him, feeling both helpless and surprised.

Let's leave aside the Ionia for now, but... the Kayle? And that general from Noxus... the Hand of Noxus? His power in Noxus is practically equivalent to that of a Grand Marshal...

No... under the Trifarix Council system, he could even be considered "a third of a king".

His arrival in Great City surprising, but the fact that he was standing behind Chen Ce was...

The Kayle is also...

Jarvan III was secretly surprised, but he still maintained his composure.

"Mr. Chen Ce, may I ask what brings you here so late?"

"I have something to explain." Chen Ce quietly patted Ahri's restless hand—the latter immediately puffed out her cheeks proudly. Then she said seriously: