Chapter 383 Princess, Bear a Son for This Crown Prince
Baozhou.
Wanyan Zonglie summoned his soldiers to discuss the war. To their dismay, the enemy had powerful weapons that blasted open the city gates, causing the entire city to tremble.
If they use those powerful weapons to breach the gates of Baozhou again, it will be impossible to hold the city.
If they lose Baozhou as well, morale will collapse, which will be detrimental to their Great Jing.
Their spies planted in the enemy camp couldn't find out where those things came from.
All that is known is that two of Xiao Xuance's lieutenants carried a sharp, dark green object and threw it at the city gate, causing it to explode.
They summoned the surrendered generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty and interrogated them.
In an effort to gain merit, the other party racked his brains for information related to explosions, and he thought of something called gunpowder.
"If I'm not mistaken, that thing is called gunpowder. It existed in the previous dynasty and was mainly used to make fireworks. Later, martial arts practitioners made it into a sphere. When ignited with fire, it would explode, shooting up a ball of fire, and it also seemed like a powerful aura would blast people away."
"That thing isn't very powerful; it's barely effective at killing people. I've never heard of it being able to blow open a city gate."
Wanyan Zonglie narrowed his hawk-like eyes: "Could it be something like this? If we can also make it, we can take advantage of their fear of the cold and their reluctance to attack, and seize Dingzhou in one fell swoop."
They grew up in the north, and were tall, strong, and resistant to the cold, able to fight on horseback even in cold weather.
The soldiers of the Great Zhou were mostly from the south and were not resistant to the cold. If it were any other time, they would have attacked Dingzhou long ago. However, they were wary of the enemy's powerful weapons and hesitated to take action. They repeatedly sent a group of soldiers to scout and harass the enemy.
The other party didn't take it seriously and remained holed up inside the city.
Du Chong, a surrendered general from Yancheng of the Great Zhou Dynasty, offered a suggestion: "Fourth Prince, I remember that when we captured the capital, we arrested some artisans from the army and alchemists from the common people. They usually know how to make gunpowder."
Wanyan Zonglie immediately ordered people to go to Stone City to find a few people who knew how to make gunpowder to come to Baozhou.
Fearing it might be too late, he devised another plan to undermine them from within.
The royal family of the Great Zhou is in their hands. If a few are released back, they can fight each other, and the Great Jing can reap the benefits.
His personal guard was about to go down and give his orders when he stopped him, saying, "Wait. Bring their second prince and his ministers to Baozhou. Treat them with courtesy and do not neglect them."
Du Chong said, "Fourth Prince, do you intend to sit back and watch the tigers fight?"
"Our Great Jing has missed a golden opportunity to completely conquer the Great Zhou because of internal strife and disunity. We captured their royal family in Stone City, which indirectly helped them clear the way. Now that they are united, their counterattack should not be underestimated. If we release them and muddy the waters, it will be easy for us to march south."
"Brilliant! That was a brilliant move. The Fourth Prince truly lives up to his name."
The soldiers all praised his skill.
Wanyan Zonglie shook his head, "It's not that I'm clever, it's because they are selfish and self-serving that others have an opportunity to take advantage of them."
After the discussion, he returned to his room and opened a secret room.
The secret room was brightly lit by candlelight, just as bright as the outside.
In the center of the secret room stood a large bed, with bed curtains hanging down and the bedding forming an arc.
He walked to the bedside and sat down, but the other person seemed not to hear the movement behind him and remained motionless.
He said to himself, "I've decided to release your second brother and several ministers back to the Great Zhou. Are you happy?"
Zhao Furou turned around and glared at him angrily, "What are you trying to do now?"
This beast certainly isn't that kind; he wouldn't simply release the person back. He must have some other motive.
Looking at her angry little face, Wanyan Zonglie smiled instead of getting angry, and held her cold little hand, "Your hands are so cold, you must be cold. I'll have the maid add a few more blankets for you later."
"No need, I'd rather freeze to death. I'm already living a life worse than death anyway. Tell me, you released my second brother back so that he would fight with my third brother and cause internal strife, so that you could reap the benefits?"
"Yes! Even after being hungry for several days, your little brain is still so sharp."
Wanyan Zonglie stroked her face, which was flushed with anger. Now she seemed like a living person, unlike her usual lifeless and sickly appearance, which made her uninteresting.
A look of disgust flashed across Zhao Furou's eyes, and she slapped his hand away, saying, "Let go, I find it disgusting."
Wanyan Zonglie grabbed her chin tightly, pressed her onto the bed, and kissed her fiercely, "Mmm..."
She found it disgusting; she was already doing it, but then she had to kiss her—it was utterly repulsive.
He opened his mouth as if to bite him to death, but because he hadn't eaten for a long time and his mouth was numb and swollen from being kissed, he had no strength at all. Before he could bite, his burning lips pried open his teeth.
She struggled fiercely, her sharp nails scratching at his chest, but a large hand gripped her tightly above her head.
The man could easily gather her two slender, fair wrists together with one hand.
Just when she was about to suffocate from the kiss, she was finally able to catch her breath.
His thin clothes were removed, and he had just come in from outside, carrying a chill with him. He crawled into the quilt, making her shiver.
"ah!"
She pushed and kicked him frantically, yelling, "You beast, get away from me..."
Wanyan Zonglie then took off his clothes.
Zhao Furou glared at the man on top of her with intense hatred in her eyes. Watching his bare shoulders press down on her, she tilted her head back and bit down hard.
The sharp pain in his shoulder made Wanyan Zonglie stiffen, and the smell of blood aroused his primal urge to prey on others.
To prevent her from going berserk and biting herself again, he roughly grabbed her waist, turned her around, and pressed his broad chest against her slender back, completely enveloping her petite body.
His rough fingertips brushed across her delicate cheek. "Princess, if you want to go out, then obediently give birth to a son for this Crown Prince."
The law of the jungle prevails. The people of the Great Zhou are weak and incompetent, yet they have occupied the most prosperous land in the south for thousands of years, while the mighty eagles of their Great Jing can only roam the barren grasslands in the north.
If they set their sights on something, they'll stop at nothing to fight for it and take it; what they get, they'll keep.
His most formidable rival had two sons, and he also wanted to have several sons. If his generation couldn't conquer the Great Zhou, he would still have valiant and skilled sons, ensuring the continuation of his lineage.
"I would rather die than give birth to your son..."
Wanyan Zonglie frowned, bent down and bit her nape, conquering her like a siege, giving her no chance to resist.
"ah!"
Zhao Furou cried out in pain, then bit her lower lip tightly, remaining silent as a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of her lips.
...
She didn't know how much time had passed. Her pupils were dilated, her consciousness was blurred, and her eyelids were heavy. She seemed to be dying. She desperately tried to climb up, but after climbing only an inch, a large hand gripped her waist and pulled her back down.
"Um……"
So tired, she's going to die. It's better if she dies, then she won't be imprisoned and forced to have children.
But she was so unwilling. She was a princess, and it would be too humiliating for a princess of the Great Zhou to die like this.
She only hated her own powerlessness, for not being able to kill the beast who had humiliated her, for not being able to eliminate a powerful enemy for the Great Zhou Dynasty...
Everything went black, my head lolled to the side, and I passed out.
There was no pity in Wanyan Zonglie's eyes, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.
No wonder the Second Prince and those generals lost their minds as soon as they got involved with women from the Great Zhou.
Although they are delicate and timid, their bodies are like water, bringing men endless pleasure, like the thrill of galloping across the battlefield and conquering territories.
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