After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

With a large crowd of people from the Ling family bidding him farewell, the emperor walked out of the Ling family mansion, sat on the dragon chariot, turned his head and looked at Chu Qinghuang standing beside him, and said calmly: "Chen Hai."

"Your servant is here."

"Bring the dragon whip here."

"Yes."

Chen Hai raised his hand to signal, and a man in black guard uniform came over, holding a long box covered with bright yellow silk cloth in both hands, knelt on one knee, and respectfully presented it to Chu Qinghuang.

Chen Hai stepped forward to lift the bright yellow silk cloth, opened the box, and smiled respectfully: "Your Highness, take a look and see if you like it."

The dragon whip is black, three feet and three inches long, made of tough and rare dragon tendons, and has great lethality. The whip handle is engraved with golden dragon patterns, which is naturally domineering and noble.

Chu Qinghuang took the black whip from the long box without any expression. She held the handle with her slender hands and looked at it carefully. Then she lowered her eyebrows and tried to wrap the whip around her waist. She found that it was just right to tie it around her waist twice.

"The whip is three feet and three inches long, which is just right for killing people." Chu Qinghuang said calmly, "You can use it to sacrifice blood tonight."

"If you like it, I will give it to you. Only you can match this dragon whip." The emperor smiled faintly, "The Silver Armor Army is handed over to you. You should reorganize it in the next two days. I will go back to the palace first."

Chu Qinghuang looked up at him, silent for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but when the words came to her lips, she just nodded slowly: "I will make the Silver Armor Army obedient."

His Majesty said: "I believe you."

Then, he signaled to start.

Chen Hai shouted: "Start——"

Chu Qinghuang took two steps back and watched the royal guards escorting the emperor's carriage to leave in a mighty manner without any expression, with a slightly deep brow.

The emperor was truly concerned about the country and society of Xiqi, so he placed 100% trust in his daughter. He never thought that if Chu Qinghuang was in power one day, would she have a different mind... Or rather, he didn't have time to think about it at the moment. When the princess became more powerful in the future, he might also be afraid.

But at least for now, whether it was for the sake of the country and society or for his daughter Chu Qinghuang, the emperor had done everything impeccably.

Even for this reason, she was willing to make Xiqi stronger.

Chu Qinghuang silently watched the imperial guards go farther and farther away. After a moment, she turned around and walked towards her mount, and jumped on the horse neatly: "Go to the Xishan camp."

Fu Cang asked: "Master, don't you bring more people?"

"No need." Chu Qinghuang sat upright on the horse and said in a faint voice: "You are enough."

Fu Cang lowered his head in silence, and there was an undetectable softness in his indifferent voice: "Yes." He also got on his horse after he finished speaking.

Dust was flying, and the sound of horse hooves was like thunder.

Chu Qinghuang led Fu Cang straight to the Xishan Camp outside the imperial city.

…

"Your Highness went to the military camp?" Qi Ling frowned, "When?"

"Just left not long ago." Lu Jun said, "I went to the Xishan Camp after receiving the military token from the Ling family. I should not have left the city yet."

Qi Ling nodded to show that he knew, turned around and walked quickly into the Wutong Courtyard of Xishang Pavilion: "Stop playing, I'm going to the Xishan Military Camp, who wants to go with me?"

Xishan Military Camp?

Hong Yu's fingertips were spinning the dagger flexibly, and he stopped the action after hearing the words, looking at Qi Ling in confusion: "What are you going to the military camp for?"

"Your Highness went to the military camp." Qi Ling looked at him, "He went alone, and he didn't bring anyone else except the shadow guard Fu Cang."

Hong Yu was shocked: "Then I want to go too."

Bang!

Shen Zhongjin picked up Ling Jing, who was lying on the ground and dying, and threw him on the bed. He raised his hand to take a new pair of shackles, and with a click, he neatly locked Ling Jing's hands to the head of the bed: "I'll go too."

"Wen Zhan." Qi Ling made arrangements, with a matter-of-fact tone, "You are just a weak scholar, it won't work if you go, so just stay and look after the house."

Weak scholar Wen Zhan: "..."

Hong Yu nodded: "Yes, don't drag us down."

"What happens in the military camp has nothing to do with weak scholars." Shen Zhongjin said, obviously agreeing with Hong Yu and Qi Ling, "Wen Zhan stays to look after Master Ling."

Wen Zhan was about to say something, but saw Chu Lingchuan turned his head and looked at him: "Take good care of Mr. Ling, I'll leave some medicine for you, if you are bored, you can apply medicine to his wound."

Wen Zhan's expression was subtle: "A weak scholar wants to be a doctor?"

"You can use him as a practice, anyway, don't let him go to see the King of Hell early due to excessive blood loss." Shen Zhongjin said, turned around and walked out, "Let's take a carriage."

As a servant of the emperor, although they have many privileges that servants do not have, the four of them riding together still look too ostentatious, and too conspicuous in the imperial city full of dignitaries.

"The carriage is too slow and can't catch up with Her Royal Highness the Princess." Chu Lingchuan said in a gentle and calm tone, "I'll have someone prepare a fast horse. If you are worried about attracting attention, you can cover your face."

There are many dangers in the military camp. What if those who are not obedient to His Royal Highness make a fuss and cause chaos? They have to rush over to support the scene.

The four of them walked away quickly while talking, leaving Wen Zhan standing alone in front of the house, like a devoted wife waiting for her husband to return.

Weak scholar?

Wen Zhan frowned, as if talking to himself: "What's wrong with a scholar? Wen can write peace to the world, can you?"