Two weeks after Qingyi, Margareth and Meilin arrived at the third prince's camp, one of the many escorts from the north brought alarming news: the second prince's armies were marching south.

Naturally, this news caused chaos among the third prince's supporters, who quickly gathered in the large command tent in the military camp.

"Shall we begin?" The third prince stood up, soon realizing that someone was missing.

Jin Tianshi, leader of the kingdom's branch of the Five Colors Pavilion.

Fortunately, this absence didn't last long, and soon a hunched figure entered the room, limping slightly.

His eyes were empty, the legs of his bed were broken and his hips ached, the bones about to crack.

Apparently, he hadn't had a very restful night's sleep.

Watching him in that state, Qingyi almost felt sorry for him. But in the end, that almost pity didn't outweigh the urge to laugh.

Everyone found the love they deserved and, fortunately, Tianshi had found his.

Shaking his head, the third prince focused his gaze on a minor nobleman, one of those responsible for the intelligence coming from the North.

Clearing his throat, the nobleman stood up.

"Your Highness, the second prince seems to be in despair, especially after being denied access to the royal coffers.

He has been looting and burning villages, even besieging towns in search of payment, no different from common criminals.

His men have been given free rein to kill, rape and steal. We need to stop him as soon as possible."

"I'm already aware of that. I want to know about the new reports," the third prince nodded, sighing.

The northern region had always been the most resistant to royal rule, and with the actions of the second prince's army, the resistance was likely to be even greater.

What was his brother's idea? To rule over ashes? Couldn't he have gotten loans from the big sects?

They weren't as rich as the Five Colors Pavilion and the Burning Red Pavilion, but they still represented considerable resources.

"Naturally, Your Highness." The nobleman bowed, picking up some documents from his desk, separating the new reports from the old ones.

"The second prince was seen marching with his army of one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers, passing through the northwest valley and heading towards the royal plains.

They are ignoring all the allied strongholds and just heading straight towards us, sacking villages along the way as a way of gathering resources to continue their march."

"Hmm..." The third prince scratched his chin as he thought.

It was obvious what his brother wanted to do: win that war in a single battle, avoiding getting into a long war of attrition in which the third prince would have total advantage.

"Uncle, what do you think?" The third prince asked the Duke of the Crimson Blade, sitting next to him.

"We should march out and meet him in the field, even if we lose our greatest advantage," the duke said, rising from his chair.

"If we allow him to continue like this, even you will suffer damage to your reputation, portrayed as a man who abandons his subjects and flees while they are slaughtered.

We have to stop the second prince as soon as possible."

The third prince listened to those words carefully before nodding. Yes, his uncle was right, he knew that.

The longer he waited, the more innocent people the second prince would kill, tarnishing the image of the crown. If it went on like this, not only would the north become a wilderness for the crown, but perhaps even the stable central region would revolt against the royal family.

"Very well, gather the troops and prepare to march. We'll leave as soon as the sun rises!"

The moment the third prince's powerful voice sounded, everyone stood up. "Yes, Your Highness!"

Qingyi was one of the first to leave, along with his two wives. Turning his face slightly, his eyes met those of a figure he knew well.

It was Wang Jiantian, Wang Haoran's father, who had not stopped staring at him with bloodthirsty eyes since he had arrived at the place.

He seemed to have identified Qingyi and was ready for revenge, but after a long private conversation with the third prince, he simply ignored the existence of the handsome young man.

Even so, Qingyi didn't let his guard down, taking his wives to a more private place in the part of the camp reserved for them.

Entering his tent, he immediately felt Meilin hugging him.

"You know you don't have to fight, right? Why don't you and Margareth just stay in the rear line?" Meilin asked, pressing her face against Qingyi's chest.

She wasn't a warrior, she obviously wasn't going to take part in the battle, and just the thought of having Qingyi in such a dangerous place made her shudder.

"You know I'm not going to do that..." Qingyi said, sitting down on a chair and pulling her and Margareth onto his lap.

"Yes, but still..." Meilin bit her lower lip, feeling her heart restless.

That was the way of cultivation, violent and cruel. Her husband would constantly be at risk, she knew that. Her father's teachings had never let her forget something like that.

Still, knowing that something would happen and being about to experience it were very different things.

"Just trust your husband, okay?" He smiled, placing a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back slightly, looking at Margareth.

She was much more mature when it came to these issues and, furthermore, she knew Qingyi's current power better than Meilin. As such, she wasn't as worried as Meilin, even though there was still a weight on her heart.

After another moment of holding each other like that, Qingyi pressed them both down, sinking his cock into Meilin's tight pussy and his face between Margareth's huge breasts.

He used that long night to give them both as much love as possible.

He wanted to gather a few more lust points to get comfortable and, besides, it was important to relieve stress before a big battle, wasn't it?

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