Chapter 429: Striving to Achieve KPIs (Part 9) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

"Hehehe, I'm good at throwing mud." The thought of the ten adult princes escalating their infighting over these matters made him feel much better. "They're fighting fiercely, and we can relax too."

How easy is it to guard the nation's borders?

The border gates are dilapidated.

An ambitious neighbor is eyeing them covetously.

Shen Tang's makeshift team is no match for Shi Wu, so how could he not feel the pressure?

After resting enough, Shen Tang summoned his motorcycle again.

They caught up with the main group in one go.

Planning what to do next.

Jiang Sheng sat up steadily, then suddenly remembered something: "My lord, your martial spirit is already formed, why not transform your martial energy into a horse?"

While the motorcycle was indeed handsome, and the pure white mule without a single stray hair was worth as much as an ordinary warhorse, the mule had a foolish look and was far less majestic than a warhorse. Yet, their lord had a particular fondness for this mule.

He asked the question purely out of curiosity.

Shen Tang was speechless, her lips twitching slightly: "...Xian Deng really knows how to bring up the most awkward topics."

Does this mean she doesn't want a warhorse?

It was clearly the martial arts master's spirit of summoning a horse that she ultimately summoned—it was still a motorcycle. She tried several different martial arts masters' spirits, and they all had the same effect. The motorcycle blinked its large, dark, moist eyes in confusion, as if asking why she had nothing better to do than summon it for fun. Was it the kind of mule that could be summoned and dismissed at will? Shen Tang completely lost hope in warhorses.

"...Let me tell you, if your lord's martial energy could conjure a horse, would you really be so bad as to ride a mule with him?"

Shen Tang didn't have the perverse urge to see scholars riding mules. She always respected the personal preferences of her subordinate scholars and wouldn't force them to do anything against their will; everything was entirely voluntary. She didn't ride a horse because she genuinely didn't own one!

"...Sheng doesn't think this is a grievance. What an honor it is to ride with the lord!" Jiang Sheng roughly understood why Shen Tang said that, and couldn't help but subtly criticize his mortal enemy, "Whether you ride a mule or a horse, don't you end up in the same place? The style of the mount is just an external thing. But speaking of which, has the lord figured out why he can't 'transform martial energy into a horse'? Such a situation is unheard of."

Shen Tang shook her head.

How could she know? After thinking it over, there was only one reason left. She guessed, "Perhaps it's related to my dual cultivation of literary and martial arts... Sigh, warhorses are certainly impressive, but motorcycles aren't bad either. They've certainly put in the hard work over the years, even if they haven't achieved great feats..."

If I don't say something nice soon, the motorcycle will give up.

Upon hearing this, the motorcyclist's emotions indeed calmed down.

Jiang Sheng neither confirmed nor denied this reason.

If Shen Tang hadn't confessed that he did indeed possess martial arts skills, he wouldn't have believed it. A person who is proficient in both literature and martial arts, still lively and energetic, with a clear mind and a deep understanding of the art of feigning weakness to deceive others—only our lord could be that. His exceptional qualities are undeniable.

Knowing that the main force was not far ahead, Shen Tang did not speed up this time, but maintained a moderate pace to minimize the bumps while running.

Darkness fades away with the passage of time.

A sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon.

The army, which had been marching at high speed for a long time, gradually came to a stop and successfully met up with the escort team that had arrived earlier.

"Are they enemy troops?"

A weary female voice came from the dusty carriage.

Someone answered, "No."

Hearing this, Wang Ji's heart, which had been pounding all night, eased slightly. From the start of the night raid until now, her body was utterly exhausted, and her spirit had been on the verge of collapse several times, yet she dared not fall asleep. Curled up in the dark carriage filled with soft felt, she endured the discomfort coursing through her body, carefully listening to every rustle of wind outside...

The slightest disturbance would turn her into a frightened bird. This was the longest and most agonizing night she had ever endured in her memory, far surpassing the nights she spent in her inner chambers being humiliated by wicked servants, under thin blankets in the dead of winter.

"Has Your Highness retired for the night?"

After a long while, a slightly familiar hoarse voice came from outside the carriage. Princess Wang, who was about to fall asleep due to drowsiness, suddenly woke up and hurriedly said, "General Bai, you haven't gone to sleep yet."

Bai Su: "Last night was chaotic, and Your Highness was frightened. I then found the army physician and asked him to examine you."

Upon hearing this, Princess Wang mustered her spirits.

"Okay, come in."

With permission granted, she lifted the heavy, windproof curtain, and the doctor carrying a medicine chest followed her, bending down to enter. Bai Su gathered a ball of martial energy in her palm—the color of her martial energy was like her surname, snow-white and hazy, suitable for illumination.

Bai Su explained to the princess, "It is not appropriate to light the lamps at this time, for fear that the lamp oil will offend Your Highness. Please forgive us."

Princess Wang's face was so pale it was almost bloodless.

His face showed obvious signs of exhaustion and fatigue.

"General Bai is indeed very thoughtful. I'm fine." She mustered her strength, looked at the waiting physician, extended her slender wrist, and said gently, "Thank you for your help, Physician."

This doctor was also an apprentice of Dr. Dong.

However, his expertise lay in treating external injuries, not women's ailments; he only had a smattering of knowledge about the latter. But given the limited resources, he had no choice but to proceed. He took the pulse and immediately detected a clear, slippery pulse, instinctively startled, his gaze falling on the princess's lower abdomen. Despite the dim light, the rise and fall were clearly visible. He then looked at Bai Su, who showed no unusual expression.

Princess Wang was most adept at reading people's expressions and moods.

He immediately understood the problem and said, "Doctor, just tell me the truth; it's not a secret. I only have one question: is there any chance I can keep this baby? If so, please do. If not, please prescribe an abortion..."

A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one.

Princess Wang Ji was indifferent to the life or death of the child in her womb.

Given the current situation, she can barely take care of herself, let alone the burden she's carrying.

The doctor pondered for a moment and said, "It should be possible to save the pregnancy. Although His Highness was shaken and frightened, he is in good health and the pregnancy was very stable before. We just need to prescribe some common medications to help with the pregnancy, and then he can relax and rest for ten days to half a month."

This result astonished Princess Wang.

She thought she was going to miscarry several times.

Surprisingly, the night's journey hadn't affected him/her much. For a moment, Wang Ji was speechless, her heart filled with mixed emotions. If the doctor said the child's condition was bad, she could simply terminate the pregnancy and be done with it all…

But now—

She could almost picture the child struggling to survive, and her hardened heart softened.

"Does Your Highness wish to protect him?"

Bai Su seemed to sense the princess's inner conflict.

Princess Wang opened her mouth, and vaguely heard herself whisper, "Then let's save it, it's fate after all..."

The doctor accepted the order and went to prescribe the medicine.

Before setting off, the army carried not so much food and supplies, but rather various medicinal herbs, just in case. Shiwu was an unfamiliar region to them, and they didn't know if they would suffer from acclimatization problems. They could find ways to replenish food, but a lack of medicinal herbs was something they couldn't do.

As soon as I got off the carriage, I heard someone calling softly.

"Our lord has returned!"

_(:3」∠)_

I'm irritable, and I'm lactose intolerant, so drinking plain milk is as effective as taking a laxative. I get diarrhea very quickly after drinking it, so I try to avoid drinking plain milk as much as possible.

But they're forced to drink a bottle every day...

After explaining that he wouldn't drink, he blamed me for throwing a tantrum?

Let me tell you, to get that little bit of protein and calcium, can't we just eat more tofu and drink more fish soup?

P.S.: Yun Ni's new book, "The Lady Forced to Seek a Noble Title," started being serialized today. Fans of historical romance novels shouldn't miss it!

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