Chapter 811 - Chapter 811: Prince Huai, the God of War!

Chapter 811: Prince Huai, the God of War!

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Staring at the empty carriage, Prince Huai’s eyes were cold and his body was emitting an extremely cold aura.

As expected…something had happened…

If it was the Su Ji of the past, Prince Huai might be more at ease.

But now that the Consort Dowager was pregnant…

His lips were tightly pursed. He mounted his horse again and rode away following the clues.

Although her child was not his…no, in a sense, her child was his!

Prince Huai, who had always been calm and composed, had a panicked expression on his face.

The horse was experienced in the battlefield and its hooves were about to produce sparks.

His sword rose and fell along with the horse. The cold weapon that had been nurtured by millions of dead souls now glowed with a cold light under the scorching sun.

There were no longer clear carriage tracks on the road behind them. Instead, there were a few messy horse hoof prints.

It seemed to be telling what had happened here.

At the fork in the road, there were new horse hoofprints, footprints, and tire tracks. The clues became more and more blurred.

The veins on Prince Huai’s forehead bulged, and a fine drop of sweat seeped out of his glabella.

He did not dare to guess what had happened. He had to find her as soon as possible!

Just like that, they traveled for an hour, passing through countless forks in the road.

He had to make a choice at every fork in the road.

Perhaps he was right every time, or perhaps he had already deviated from the correct path.

At this moment, the horse’s hooves tore through the layers of weeds and a dilapidated temple came into view. Prince Huai fixed his eyes on the carriage that was parked outside the dilapidated temple. It was the one that had traveled with Su Ji’s carriage earlier.

There were six or seven horses tied to the side, and a few figures. In the distance, there was the sound of approaching hooves.

Prince Huai quietly dismounted. With a glance, the warhorse hid itself in the grass without making a sound.

Prince Huai’s judgment was accurate. He had found the right direction…

A person dressed as a palace maid stood outside the dilapidated temple to receive her. That person was none other than Wu Zhu’er.

Her expression was slightly nervous as she kept looking around.

It was Su Ji’s trusted aide. Prince Huai recognized her at a glance.

Beside Wu Zhu’er stood a few masked men in black.

Prince Huai knew the style of the headscarf. The men he sent out to investigate had once copied the portrait. It was a henchman of the rebel Zhou Zicheng.

As expected, Zhou Zicheng was involved in this matter.

As such, it was not difficult to guess who they were waiting for.

When the sound of horse hooves approached from afar, the group of people followed.

Wu Zhu’er took a few quick steps forward. Her expression was respectful, and there was a smile on her face.

“Godfather!”

There was a typical-looking brown pony. It was large in size and had strong bones. It could barely be considered to be of above average quality.

A middle-aged man in plain clothes got off the horse. Wu Zhu’er bowed to him, and the man immediately went forward to help him up.

With his sanctimonious and plain attire and his pretense of being approachable, Prince Huai was certain that the person was Zhou Zicheng even without seeing his face clearly.

They did not notice that their every move had entered the surveillance range of Prince Huai. At this moment, all their attention was still on the person they had just captured.

After all, Su Ji was cunning, so Zhou Zicheng was very careful.

He asked Wu Zhu’er something. Wu Zhu’er smiled and nodded. She moved aside and a man dressed like a coachman came forward with his face covered. The man was short and thin. He was pushing a woman in luxurious clothes.

The woman’s head was covered with a sack, and the hemp rope was wrapped around her head a few times. He did not show any mercy to the fairer sex. Prince Huai recognized that dress. When she met Consort Dowager in the royal study this morning, she was wearing this dress…

Prince Huai frowned.

The coachman pushed the woman forward. The woman struggled, but the coachman kicked her calf, causing her to groan and fall to the ground.

Zhou Zicheng was displeased.

His voice was muffled by the wind, and he could vaguely hear the words “pregnant”, “treat her with courtesy” and so on.

After lecturing him, Zhou Zicheng personally helped the woman up.

Wu Zhu’er stood at the side with a cold expression. It didn’t matter how good her relationship with that woman was in the past or what she was going through now.

Prince Huai’s trip this time was completely impromptu. He didn’t bring any attendants or helpers. He didn’t even have anyone to report back to the manor.

Based on his judgment of the current situation, there were at least a dozen people on the other side.

It was obvious that saving someone in a situation where they were outnumbered was…was not that difficult.

Prince Huai patted the horse beside him with one hand and gripped his sword with the other.

There was a huge commotion in the grass. Zhou Zicheng and the others turned around almost at the same time.

Before they could react, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

A man’s sturdy body rode on his horse and descended from the sky. Light fell from above his head. The sword he raised high weighed a thousand pounds, but it was as light as a feather in his hand. The sharp blade reflected the light, making it difficult for people to open their eyes. They could only vaguely see the purple mask, which was ferocious and terrifying under the changing light!

Prince Huai’s divine strength caught everyone off guard. His first strike almost split a man in black into hald!

His anger was clear as day!

Blood spurted out a few seconds later, and the scene was quite bloody. This scene happened right in front of Wu Zhu’er’s eyes. Her face instantly turned pale, and her legs seemed to have been filled with lead, unable to move.

Just as Prince Huai’s second sword was about to swing at her, Zhou Zicheng grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side. Wu Zhu’er narrowly escaped death.

She patted her heart in shock and was grateful to her adoptive father who had saved her life.

Zhou Zicheng held her with one hand and protected the coachman who was holding the masked woman with the other.

The masked coachman: ‘ .

Zhou Zicheng shot a glance over, indicating for Wu Zhu’er to bring the coachman and the others back to the firewood shed at the back.

Wu Zhu’er was worried about her father, but in the face of the brave and terrifying Prince Huai, she clenched her fists tightly and left with the coachman and coachman.

Prince Huai’s eyes narrowed, and the other men in black reacted as well. They stood in front of Zhou Zicheng in a tactical formation, holding their sword in front of them with both hands. They looked at Prince Huai warily, their eyes filled with ruthlessness, but their clenched fists revealed their nervousness.

When Prince Huai raised his sword again, one of them dropped his blade in fright.

At this moment, the tip of his sword was already stained with the blood of the previous person.

Looking at the knife that had fallen to the ground, Zhou Zicheng narrowed his eyes in disgust. It was really embarrassing, but his expression disappeared in an instant, and he quickly retracted his gaze.

“Wait!” Zhou Zicheng’s treacherous eyes turned as he suddenly came up with a plan!