Five days later, late at night, at Xishan Camp.
Jiang Lin was incredibly excited.
After five long months, this day has finally arrived.
The feeling of being confined to the mother's womb, unable to seek revenge, is truly unbearable.
Fortunately, these days will soon be over.
As long as I am born, I will make up for all the regrets of my past life and avenge all the great grudges.
Jiang Tao, Jiang Yuan, Miao Guilan, Zhao Zhen, Chu Xuan, Chu Zhongtian...
You all better wash your necks clean and wait...
Today marks the beginning of your nightmare.
As Jiang Lin was thinking, a strong sense of weakness washed over him, almost causing him to lose consciousness.
"ah--!"
As a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen, Su Wantang, lying on the specially made soft couch, instantly broke out in large beads of sweat on her forehead.
Her face was pale, her jaw clenched, and she was enduring excruciating pain.
The midwife rushed forward to check on the situation, but her eyes were filled with seriousness, because the princess's condition was much worse than she had expected.
Fortunately, she was physically stronger than the average person, otherwise she and her unborn child would have died long ago.
She gripped Su Wantang's legs tightly, her expression extremely grave: "Your Highness, push harder, push harder now!"
Outside the tent, the hearts of Xu Yuanshou and the other generals instantly leaped into their throats.
The Feathered Guard exists solely for His Highness the Crown Prince.
If His Highness the Crown Prince were to make a mistake, they would not only be ashamed to face the Prince's trust, but the army would also lose its purpose.
However, there was nothing they could do at that moment; they could only wait helplessly.
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Meanwhile, at the Prince of Zhenbei's Mansion.
Miao Guilan saw the midwife in the Prince's mansion and hurriedly went to the warm pavilion. Countless maids were rushing in and out of the warm pavilion, so she assumed that Su Wantang was about to give birth there.
"She's about to give birth; that wicked woman is finally going to give birth."
Leaning on her dragon-headed cane, she crossed the street at an astonishing speed, heading towards Du Zhigui's residence.
Now, Jiang Zai has led his army to the north to resist the demon race.
With the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion now empty, it's the perfect time to strike.
As long as we can capture Su Wantang and Jiang Lin, Yuan'er's life can be completely saved.
Tao'er's position as the Prince of Zhenbei will be within his grasp.
A quarter of an hour later, the deathly silent streets of Luoyan City were broken by the heavy sound of horses' hooves.
Fifty thousand elite troops, exuding murderous intent, surged toward the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion under the leadership of Zhou Yanchen.
Before long, the vermilion gate of the Prince's mansion was violently smashed open.
"Quickly, target the warm pavilion, capture Su Wantang and her son alive!" Zhou Yanchen took the lead, drawing his long sword and shouting sharply.
"kill--!"
The deafening shouts of battle instantly shattered the tranquility of the Prince's mansion.
The red-armored torrent surged into the palace without any hindrance.
The heavy footsteps almost crushed the delicate floor tiles, and the long spears and sharp blades instantly smashed open the doors along the way.
However, what puzzled them was...
The Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, which should have been an impregnable fortress, was now laxly guarded.
It was as if someone had deliberately let them in.
This made Zhou Yanchen feel vaguely uneasy.
Miao Guilan was so blinded by victory that she didn't realize anything was wrong.
She followed behind the surging army, leaning on her cane.
His cloudy old eyes were filled with malice.
Before long, she pointed to a building ahead: "Quick, the warm pavilion is just ahead."
"Su Wantang is giving birth inside, hurry up and take her down."
At this moment, only a few guards stood watch outside the warm pavilion.
Seeing the Red Armor Army surging towards them like a tide, they offered no resistance and turned to run.
Seeing this, Du Zhigui sneered, "What Zhenbei Army? They're just a bunch of cowards."
Zhou Yanchen felt increasingly uneasy.
The soldiers of the Zhenbei Army are all fierce and ruthless; how could they be cowards?
Seeing that they had reached the door, Miao Guilan's old face was full of excitement, and she shouted loudly, "Quick, break down the door—!!!"
Upon hearing this, several red-armored warriors raised their heavy battering rams and slammed them against the tightly closed doors of the warm pavilion.
"boom--!!!"
The sturdy door of the warm chamber shattered with a crash, sending splinters flying.
Miao Guilan took the lead, impatiently rushing into the warm pavilion: "All of you, charge in—"
Du Zhigui and He Jinzhong followed closely behind, their faces filled with undisguised elation.
Only Zhou Yanchen felt his unease growing stronger.
Soon, his unease became a reality.
The scene they had envisioned—Su Wantang lying weakly in bed, with the baby crying—did not occur.
Inside the warm room, there were only seven or eight middle-aged women dressed as midwives.
Holding the battle flag, he calmly watched them.
Miao Guilan felt as if her lungs had been gripped in an instant, and her breathing suddenly became labored.
"No...it's impossible, there isn't any, how could there not be any? Why wouldn't there be any?"
Her wrinkled face was a mixture of doubt and resentment.
His cloudy eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to find Su Wantang's figure in the open-plan warm pavilion.
Du Zhigui and the others also felt a chill run down their spines.
He shouted at his soldiers, "What are you standing there for? Get out of the warm pavilion immediately and search other places. Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, find him for me!"
The siege of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion has crossed Jiang Zai's bottom line.
If Su Wantang and Jiang Lin cannot be found, there is only one fate awaiting them: to be trampled over and crushed into dust by the enraged Zhenbei Army.
As soon as he finished speaking, several midwives in the warm pavilion quickly activated the array flags in their hands.
"With blood as the catalyst and souls as the sacrifice—to slay demons and eliminate evil!"
In an instant, a huge array of runes rose up from beneath their feet.
"Boom——!!!"
A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, as if it would overturn the entire city of Luoyan.
The blinding flames, like the raging fire of hell, shot into the sky from the direction of the warm pavilion of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion, turning half of the night sky red.
The tranquility of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion was completely shattered by the loud noise.
Meanwhile, inside Xishan Camp, tension and anticipation permeated the air.
"Wow--!"
A clear cry pierced through the tents and resounded throughout the entire Xishan military camp.
It even resonated with the surrounding天地 (heaven and earth).
This cry was unlike the ordinary cry of a baby; it was more like a horn announcing the arrival of a new king, instantly sweeping away the anxiety and gloom in the hearts of all the soldiers.
Almost at the same time, strange phenomena suddenly appeared in the sky above the camp.
A radiant glow tore through the clouds, shrouded in purple mist, golden light, and divine brilliance of chaotic colors, cascading down like a waterfall and enveloping the entire Xishan Camp in a sacred and peaceful light.
This auspicious light made all the soldiers feel completely comfortable.
The old wounds and injuries left over from years of fighting have shown signs of improvement.
Many soldiers even experienced a significant increase in their aura.
"Auspicious omen! Auspicious omen from heaven! The Zhenbei Army has a worthy successor!" The soldiers were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes, and they knelt down with a thud.
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince has finally been born!"
"Congratulations on the birth of His Highness the Crown Prince!"
"May Heaven bless the Northern Frontier, may Heaven bless the Zhenbei Army, long live the Crown Prince!"