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He looked calm, observing who was unhappy with his murderous behavior. His long, slender fingertips slightly rubbed and twisted, like a sovereign god weighing the sins of mortals.

A few moments later.

“Report!”

The executioner entered the tent, “Your Highness, the person’s head has been cut off.”

“Cut off?” This murderous demon, whose sharp throat lines rolled slightly, spat out a casual phrase.

Lin Bozhou stood up and slowly walked to the tent’s entrance with the layers of stacked and elegant prince’s clothes. His boots stopped, and he indifferently lowered his eyes, looking at the bloody head calmly.

The smell of blood permeated the air, flooding people with an uncomfortable fishy smell. After he confirmed the face of the chopped son of nobles, his thin, sharp lips faintly flowed with a smile. “Good, good kill. The knife is also fast.”

The back of the crowd of generals was cold, like being spit with a moist viper climbing up their spines. These joyful words did not decrease their fear but only made them colder.

“Bang!”

In the silence, someone’s wine cup fell and suddenly shattered.

— No commander-in-chief was clean in the entire camp of the three armies. They knew that Lin Bozhou knew everything in his heart, but he only killed the highest-ranking and most incompetent person. This was to establish authority and to clearly and explicitly tell the group of soldiers that he, Lin Bozhou, was the new boss of the army. He would kill whomever he wanted to, and he could take off the head of anyone who dared to misbehave, embezzle the pay and take bribes at any time.

“There is no need to be nervous,” Lin Bozhou bent down, his long bony fingers picking up the cup and handing it back to the general himself. He smiled, turning from the demon that killed just now to a spring breeze warmness. “The moths in the three armies have been eliminated. Next, we should march to Liaodong with one mind and be united. If you make heroic contributions to Great Zong, the reward will not be smaller than now, so look forward to it.”

After saying that, he sat back in his seat as if nothing had happened and smiled soothingly. “Keep drinking.”

It was a straightforward and gentle sentence.

But Meng Huan heard the sense of oppression of ‘Will you fucking not give a face to me? If you don’t drink again, I’ll kill you.’

He blinked and poured new wine into Lin Bozhou’s glass.

It was true that his husband had no friendly face for anyone other than him.

The tent was still stiff and cold. The crowd felt like they were in a dream, but the blood at the tent’s entrance reminded them that the massacre was real. Their backs stiffened, and their legs trembled in fright. Only after a long time did they stumble over their bowls and chopsticks and start to drink with trembling hands.

The crowd did not dare to look at Lin Bozhou. In their eyes, the young prince regent, who was only in his twenties, was more powerful than a group of brutal but useless and more terrifying than a group of shrewd but senile generals. They understood there was only a dead end if they did not listen to him.

The storm was over.

Lin Bozhou looked sideways, hidden light flowing in his dark brown eyes, and held his wine cup. The back of his veiny fingers tapped on Meng Huan’s white palm.

The people in the tent had ulterior motives, and he also had ulterior motives. Like soothing his wife beside him, Lin Bozhou was still Lin Bozhou, who was like Asura in the eyes of everyone, but in front of Meng Huan, he was still the man who was good to him.

Meng Huan filled his cup.

Lin Bozhou said, “Taste it. How is the meat in the military camp?”

He said this in a gentle tone, and in the people’s eyes, it was like a general who would share the meat and wine with his men. As for why it was Meng Huan who served the wine, it was probably just because he was close by.

MengHuan’s heartbeat slowly calmed down. Under his seemingly leading gaze, he bit the bacon. The rich spice taste rolled into his tongue, and the wild animal’s pungent taste stimulated the saliva secretion.

He wasn’t sure how this meat was smoked, but the meat was as rough as dry wood. Meng Huan ground his throat and bit into it for half a day before he could bite it off. His eyes were red and moist when he swallowed it, and he looked at Lin Bozhou with misery.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows. “Why, it doesn’t taste good?”

He was like the murderous Asura just now, but when asking Meng Huan about the taste of the bacon, the corners of his lips were smiling, his gaze was gentle and loving, and his hand was stroking Meng Huan’s white and slender fingers under the table in a place invisible to others, tooth-grindingly sweet with his wife.

His finger belly was hot; it was the hostility from the agitation and boiling after killing people.

Meng Huan could feel that his desire to kill had not stopped but was only forcibly suppressed. He met his own gaze with boundless gentleness and tried hard to make the gaze cold and distant, appearing–

–Simply like a good prince favoring his close subjects.