The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Chapter 1406 Grand Opening: Nations Join the Battle

"Greetings, Prince Ye! Long live the Prince!" Ling Xingmu knelt on one knee, leading the other elite guards of the Northern Border in a chorus of salutes. "We are willing to follow Prince Ye and join the battle!"

Ye Xiaohan waved his hand dismissively, "No need for formalities!"

Looking up and carefully examining Ling Xingmu, Zhong Yue noticed that Ling Xingmu seemed to have changed a lot since they parted ways in the capital. His words and actions showed a more mature and steady demeanor.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Ling Xingmu stood up and looked steadily at Ye Xiaohan.

"Your Highness, I have brought some of the Ling family's elite guards with me. Most of them have been my guards for many years. Please allow Xingmu to play a small role as well!"

Ye Xiaohan glanced at Ling Xingmu, then turned and said, "Enter the tent."

Ye Xiaohan had a conversation with Ling Xingmu and learned that Ling Xingmu's visit was his and Ling Chiye's idea. Both of them felt that he should join the Night King's camp and hopefully help the Night King on the battlefield.

Of course, they weren't trying to curry favor with Ye Xiaohan; they simply felt that, through their interactions with Ye Xiaohan and Yun Mujiu, and after hearing the widely circulated stories of Ye Xiaohan and Yun Mujiu from Zhong Yue over the past few months, they had come to a realization.

They should stand with Prince Ye and Princess Ye!

Ling Xingmu came here this time with the strongest intention of joining the army, and he also had the support of his elder brother Ling Chiye.

In addition, although the head of the Ling family, namely the Northern Border Commander, did not make any explicit statements supporting the Night King or even Zhong Yue, he at least did not stop Ling Xingmu from leading people and supplies to the front line.

Inside the main council hall, Ye Xiaohan sat in the main seat and spoke calmly to Ling Xingmu, who was sitting below.

"Ling Xingmu, I was right about you."

"What makes you say that, Your Highness?" Ling Xingmu smiled brightly and humbly inquired.

"It is widely rumored that the three sons of the Ling family are: the eldest son is in politics, the second son is in business, and the third son is idle. But I think it is not so simple."

"Your Highness flatters me." Ling Xingmu lowered his head and humbly said that he used to be muddle-headed, but after coming to Zhongyue this time, he has changed a lot.

After returning to the North Border, he talked with his father for a long time, and his father was amazed and pleased with his growth.

Later, the father frankly admitted that he had always secretly admired him, and that pushing him to learn various skills in the past was essentially a way of showing his support. Furthermore, not praising or publicizing his excellence was simply to conceal his shortcomings and prevent others from paying attention and thus affecting his development.

His Highness the Night King's ability to judge character is indeed sharp. He saw through Ling Xingmu, the纨绔小公子 (spoiled young master) of the Ling family in the Northern Realm, and realized that he was actually the child on whom the Ling family placed the most hopes.

His Highness the Night King knew that the Northern Commander had his own considerations and could not openly support him all at once. Therefore, he took a roundabout approach, sending his youngest son to the battlefield in order to help as much as possible.

At this moment, Ye Xiaohan clearly understood the positions of Ling Xingmu and the Ling family of the Northern Realm.

He said, "I will provide you with an additional batch of supplies, including weapons. However, the number of knives is limited."

Ling Xingmu was overjoyed. He hadn't expected the Night King to give them supplies, which made him feel valued again. It was normal for the military camp to have a limited number of equipment, and he didn't mind.

Ye Xiaohan said, "The Princess Consort has sent a new batch of supplies, including a small batch of nano-ceramic knives. Once the modifications are complete, I will send some to you."

"Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness!" Ling Xingmu was overjoyed. He never expected that the Night King and Yun Mujiu would give them the nano-ceramic knife that everyone wanted so easily and generously.

Ye Xiaohan coldly warned, "I know you are a Martial King, and your skills are not bad. However, you should still be careful."

Ling Xingmu bowed and responded emphatically. He bowed and took his leave, but then heard a cold voice behind him.

"In the princess's letter, she wrote that Ji Ling was doing well."

"Alright!" Ling Xingmu paused, then took an even more determined step.

Wait for him, wait for him to achieve something, then he will go back to find Ji Ling.

Three days later, another great battle was about to begin.

The Western Barbarian army rallied and, together with an army from Nantailai, launched an attack on Zhongyue.

Ye Xiaohan dispatched an army to intercept the small Northern Han army coming from the north, while the remaining forces were used to deal with the large armies of the Western Yi and Southern Tai. Regarding the archery battalion to deal with Northern Han, he himself had been training a divine archery battalion that was on par with, or even better than, the superb archery skills of the Northern Han Kingdom.

In addition, he had already drawn five thousand elite Jinxiang Guards from the Jinxiang Guards and equipped three thousand of them with longswords modified from nano-ceramic knives, which were invincible and could cut through iron like mud.

These five thousand elite Golden Guards were the main force, specifically tasked with dealing with the powerful warriors of the Western Barbarians.

Several thousand more Jinxiang guards took a batch of all-purpose antidote pills in advance and brought a batch of poison powder and poisons, specifically to fight against Nantai's army, which had wild beasts and poisonous creatures.

A major battle was about to break out, and it lasted for a day and a night.

The sky was beginning to lighten, and the morning frost was creeping in.

A tall man in golden armor rode on a steed, his expression cold and his aura menacing.

The wind howled, billowing his blood-red cloak, making him appear even more cold and austere.

His Highness the Night King had a few streaks of blood on his brow and a faint scratch on the bridge of his nose.

The battle was already decided. In the fourth major battle, Zhong Yue faced off against the Western Barbarians, the Southern Tai, and the Northern Han simultaneously, and under his leadership, he emerged victorious.

As the victory horns sounded, Ye Xiaohan ordered his men to pursue the enemy for several kilometers. He then ordered the battlefield cleaned up, the wounded and dead settled, and weapons and shields repaired.

He wrote back to the capital, telling Yun Mujiu, "My wife Mumu, after one more battle, we should be almost done."

The East, South, and North will help the West again, and the West still has one last foundation to fight one last time.

This time, he will completely defeat the Western barbarians and return victorious.

A few days later, the military report reached Zhongyue, and the whole country rejoiced.

Those who had previously predicted the Night King's defeat turned ashen-faced and dared not utter another word. The Emperor, Empress, Consort Yu, Prince Di, and others were furious, gritting their teeth in anger.

Yun Mujiu received Ye Xiaohan's letter and vaguely understood one of Ye Xiaohan's premonitions from it.

The Western barbarians have been defeated again, but they are like lurking rats in the gutter; they will not give up until the very last moment.

In other words, the Westerners are very likely to come up with some more tricks...

Yun Mujiu wrote back, as usual, including some advanced combat concepts and military strategies she had learned in her previous life, and added at the end of the letter: "Mujiu has the most faith in my husband's strength."

In addition, she wrote about the situation in the capital. As the Eastern and Southern Pacific forces made moves, the Empress grew increasingly anxious.

She also took the opportunity to discover that the Empress was promoting her fame, but the mysterious person had not yet been able to contact the Empress. More importantly, through the Empress, she had definitively determined that the flower mark on her body had no connection with Nan Tai.

In other words, from the perspective of the country of Nantai, her secret of the flower mark and the secret of her origin are unrelated to it.

But that's alright, she can continue her investigation slowly. Right now, the most important thing is Zhongyue's battle...