The Prince looked at Tian Dongxing's back and tapped his fingers on the armrest of the wooden chair. He was obviously very impatient.
There were probably only a few Quasi-Heavenly King Realm girls in the entire world.
If such talented girls fell into the hands of those ancient families or imperial forces, they would be the focus of cultivation.
If he captured them and turned them into his playthings, how proud would he be to bring them out in the future?
"I don't care what kind of prominent background you have, or what kind of family or tribe you are from, this prince will definitely get you."
The Prince of Governor Chang grinned evilly.
So what if they were talented girls?
No matter how powerful their background was, could they be more powerful than the Pillar Mountain Imperial Tribe?
In the human race, there was no person or force that the Pillar Mountain Tribe couldn't afford to offend.
The Prince was looking forward to it. He was already fantasizing about the glorious scene of him bringing two stunning female heavenly kings out in the future. It was extremely satisfying for a man to conquer.
...
At the north gate of Chang Ze City, someone was buying a large number of prisoners of war that were about to be transported away.
These prisoners of war were originally going to be transported to other places to be slaves or death warriors of the nobles. However, in just half a day, tens of thousands of prisoners of war were intercepted because someone had bought them all at a high price.
At the corner of the north gate, a large number of prisoners of war gathered together. They were all dressed in rags and covered in wounds and dirt. They looked like a group of beggars, not like the elite soldiers that once roamed the battlefield.
With tens of thousands of prisoners of war gathered here, it looked like a huge refugee gathering place.
Su Hanxiang took Qin Xinyue and Tian Buyuan to set up a relief center to give food and money to the prisoners of war.
It turned out that the people who bought the prisoners of war at a high price were Su Hanxiang and her servants.
They went out early in the morning and had been intercepting slave traders at the north gate to buy the prisoners of war with the symbol of the Miyue Imperial Tribe.
In just one morning, they bought tens of thousands of prisoners of war.
"Thank you for your kindness, Miss."
"Miss, I, Xu Dazhi, will do anything to repay your kindness in my next life."
"Miss, let me stay by your side and work for you. I don't have anything else to do, but I have some strength."
…
All the prisoners of war looked at Su Hanxiang and the others with incomparable gratitude. They were prisoners of war, and in the eyes of others, they were slaves. On the streets, not to mention caring about them, there were very few people who even looked at them.
Su Hanxiang looked at the densely packed prisoners of war. Her eyes were filled with heartbreak. The one who truly let down these soldiers was her.
It was because of the incompetence of the Miyue Imperial Tribe that they had encountered such a disaster.
In the face of a great calamity, when the tree topples, the monkeys scatter. Those people and forces who were once loyal to the Buried Mountain Imperial Tribe had all betrayed them and left.
Only these soldiers with Flame Dragon Tattoos on their bodies!
They were the true elites of the Yan Yue tribe who had sworn to die for the Yan Yue tribe.
Even though the Mian Mountain Imperial Capital had been conquered and all of the Mian Mountain Imperial Family's direct descendants had been captured, they still continued to protect this land, doing their best to protect it.
Speaking of debt, it was Su Hanxiang who owed them and all the people who were still loyal to the Yan Yue tribe.
"Young miss, if you do this, be careful of being targeted by the Chang Ze government. Our lives are worthless, it's fine even if we are captured as slaves."
A prisoner of war couldn't help but say.
Buying prisoners of war so brazenly from slave merchants would definitely be noticed by the government.
"It's fine!
So what if we are targeted by them. "Su Hanxiang said indifferently.
On the Great Plains of Autumn, there were still a large number of soldiers who were spilling their blood for the Great Plains of Autumn, for the Miyue Imperial Tribe. She was the grand princess of the empire, and she only wanted to save as many soldiers as possible before the mutiny. She didn't dare to take such a small risk.
Young Noble Xi said to take action three days later, but she couldn't just watch as these prisoners of war were sent away in a few days.
Because she knew very well what kind of miserable fate awaited the prisoners of war after they were sent away.
"Ha!
What a compassionate and kind-hearted little lady. "
Suddenly, a sarcastic voice sounded from not far away. A person who looked like a young master was walking over with a group of people.
"It's you again!"
Qin Xinyue's expression turned cold as she recognized this person at a glance.
That young noble was naturally Tian Dongxing.
After getting the permission of the Prince Chang Du, he immediately rushed over with his men, ready to capture them.
"Oh, young miss actually still remembers this young noble. It's an honor. Could it be that young miss already likes this young noble?"
Tian Dongxing laughed heartily as he teased without restraint.
"You should be the Third Young Noble of the Tian Clan, Tian Dongxing, right? This princess advises you to take care of yourself and don't cause trouble for yourself."
Su Hanxiang coldly looked at Tian Dongxing and said.
"Oh!
Young miss, you're amazing. You actually already know this young noble's identity. "
Tian Dongxing was a bit surprised that they knew his identity so quickly. It seemed that their backgrounds weren't simple.
But so what if their backgrounds weren't simple? If the Prince wanted someone, he would capture them no matter who they were.
"But since you already know this young noble's identity, then you should know what this young noble's job is.
To tell you the truth, even if you buy them and let them go, you still won't be able to save them.
Because they have the mark of the Miyue Imperial Tribe on them. Their identity as slaves of a fallen country will never change. Our Tian Clan can capture them again at any time.
It's not worth wasting so much money on these bastards of a fallen country. "
Tian Dongxing coldly smiled with his hands behind his back.
Naive woman, do you think you can save them by spending money?
You're so naive that it's ridiculous.
He promised that as soon as these prisoners of war stepped out of Chang Ze City, they would be captured again in less than a day.
"Who are you calling bastards of a fallen country?"
Su Hanxiang lowered her eyes and said without a trace of emotion in her voice.
The surrounding people couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.
"Ha!
Of course I'm talking about them. The people of the Miyue Imperial Tribe are lowly. Starting from them, the next nine generations are lowly slaves. "
How could Tian Dongxing be afraid of a woman's threat?
He didn't care at all.
"Die!"
An incomparably sharp edge suddenly appeared, as if it was going to cut the void into two pieces.
Su Hanxiang's sword was unsheathed. Before Tian Dongxing could react, the dense sword light had already appeared in front of him.
"How dare you!"
The black-clothed old man standing behind Tian Dongxing was shocked and immediately tried to stop her.
However, he was still a little too slow. He only managed to block the fatal wound for Tian Dongxing, but one of his arms was cut off by the sword light.
"Ah!"
Tian Dongxing let out an earth-shattering scream. His face was extremely pale as he held his broken arm. Large beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead.
He was the young master of the Tian Clan. When had he ever suffered such a loss?