Reborn to be replaced, remarried to the royal palace to raise children and train husband

The six assassins attacked together, and Zheng Dinglian had a very hard time dealing with it, and was nearly cut by the swords many times. However, to the astonishment of the assassins, Zheng Dinglian's body seemed to be wrapped in an indestructible armor, and no matter how they attacked, they could not injure him or cause him to bleed.

The two sides fought fiercely for about a quarter of an hour, and the killers began to feel stars in front of their eyes and their steps began to stagger.

At this moment, Zheng Dinglian seized the opportunity and used several fatal killing moves in succession. The killers fell to the ground one after another and died. There was a deep wound on the neck of each person, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Zheng Dingxi was terrified and realized that the situation was not good, so he immediately turned around and tried to escape. However, before he took two steps, his legs went weak and he fell heavily to the ground.

"How is this going?"

Zheng Dingxi stared at Zheng Dinglian, who was walking towards him slowly with a sword in hand, in panic, and shouted in disbelief: "You poisoned us!"

Zheng Dinglian smiled and responded: "Why? Can't you accept that I poisoned you? This is exactly 'give someone a taste of their own medicine'. Aren't these methods all taught to me by you?"

Zheng Dingxi was confused: "When did you start to act?"

Zheng Dinglian pointed at the leaping fire: "At the moment when you quietly put poison into the kettle, I also quietly added some special fuel to the fire."

Zheng Dingxi's eyes fell on the burning fire. "But you clearly drank the water..."

He drank the water, so why wasn't he affected?

Zheng Dinglian patiently explained: "However, I have already taken the antidote beforehand, so even if I drink the water, it won't be a problem at all."

Zheng Dingxi was so angry that he almost vomited blood!

He was sure he would not drink the water, so he did not take the antidote.

Oh, right, the antidote!

Zheng Dingxi hurriedly groped in his clothes, but as soon as he moved, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and then he felt a hot and wet feeling on his neck.

He reached out his hand and touched it, then looked down and found his hands were covered in blood.

Zheng Dinglian sneered: "You think you can make me panic by using the news of Zheng Huiyi's disappearance? You are too naive."

"You lured me away from the camp in order to disrupt the morale of the troops and then take the opportunity to launch an attack. How dare you use such a lowly strategy? You Dongling country really have made no progress!"

Zheng Dingxi fell to the ground powerlessly, his body twitching continuously. He looked at Zheng Dinglian with unwillingness as he jumped onto the horse's back, turned around and galloped back the way he came.

He didn't understand. Almost every word he said was true, so why was Zheng Dinglian not moved at all?

Is it true that this person has no concerns about his relatives at all?

But when he was at Prince Duan's Mansion, he saw with his own eyes that Zheng Dinglian's concern for Old Madam Zheng and Zheng Huiyi was beyond words.

He really couldn't understand it, and he didn't have time to delve into it.

Zheng Dinglian rushed back to the military camp, and just as he expected, the Dongling Kingdom launched a surprise attack under the cover of night.

The Western Wei army was indeed affected and its morale was slightly low.

The horse Zheng Dinglian was riding was already exhausted, so he immediately changed to his own warhorse, waving his sword, and rushed into the battlefield.

Many Western Wei soldiers cheered excitedly when they saw him: "The Crown Prince is back, the Crown Prince is back!"

Zheng Dinglian encouraged loudly: "Warriors of the Western Wei Dynasty, listen to my orders! Go all out and fight bravely! Every head of the Dongling people is worth one or two taels of silver!"

The soldiers were greatly encouraged when they heard this: "Kill the Dongling bandits and you will be rewarded handsomely! Charge!"

Even those soldiers who had not yet learned of Zheng Dinglian's return instantly became energized and ready to engage in a fierce battle upon hearing these heroic words.

On the battlefield where Zheng Dinglian was absent, the soldiers knew that although their commander was not there, their mission remained the same - they just had to kill the enemy bravely. Every time they cut off the head of a Dongling warrior, they would receive a reward of one or two taels of silver!

Looking closely at those Dongling soldiers, they are no longer enemies, but moving silver ingots!

At this moment, the soldiers of the Western Wei Dynasty burst out with unprecedented passion, like a tiger descending from the mountain, chasing the people of Dongling and hacking them wildly.

The Dongling warriors had expected that Zheng Dinglian's absence would demoralize the Western Wei soldiers, but they never imagined that they would come up with such a ruthless strategy!

Watching their companions fall one after another and their heads being brutally chopped off, the Dongling soldiers became frightened and turned around to flee.

The commander of the Dongling army was furious and roared loudly: "No retreat, fight to the death, fight to the death!"

However, once the morale of the army is broken, it is difficult to restore it. With the pioneers running away, how can the other soldiers still have the will to fight?

Life is the most important thing. Who doesn't want to live? If everyone flees and you stay alone, that is extremely foolish!

When the warriors of Western Wei saw those silver ingots, no, the Dongling soldiers were about to escape, they would not let them go easily, and they waved their weapons and chased after them relentlessly.

Zheng Dinglian even led his soldiers to pursue the retreating Dongling people relentlessly and killed a large number of enemy troops again.

Only when the pursuit became hopeless did Zheng Dinglian order all the soldiers to return to the camp.

In this battle, the Western Wei Dynasty achieved a glorious victory.

Each soldier held one or more heads of Dongling soldiers in his hands. Those who had made a lot of gains even used spears to string the heads together like candied haws, waiting to collect their bounties.

Everyone's face was filled with joy and satisfaction.

Zheng Dinglian was also in a good mood, and ordered Mo Lin: "Send a message to each thousand households to count the results of the battle and report the total. I will give out rewards to everyone."

After conveying the order, Mo Lin hurried back and asked in confusion: "Prince, how did you know that the messenger had problems?"

It turned out that from the beginning to the end, Mo Lin knew that Zheng Dinglian was just acting, and he was just cooperating with the performance.

Zheng Dinglian replied: "Because I know that my wife will not let household affairs interfere with my military operations. She will find a way to solve it."

Mo Lin was still confused: "You and your wife have been married for a short time. At most, you have only been together for two hours. Why do you have such great confidence in her?"

Zheng Dinglian glanced at him and said firmly: "My confidence in her has nothing to do with the length of time we have been together. I just know that she has such ability."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Dinglian took a step forward. He was going to visit the wounded and show his care.

Although the battle was a glorious victory, there were still many wounded warriors on the battlefield. As the commander, Zheng Dinglian knew that he had the responsibility to visit and comfort these brave soldiers.

Mo Lin's heart was full of doubts and anxieties, and he followed him silently.

After finishing all the busy affairs, Zheng Dinglian returned to his tent and slowly took off the battle robe that was torn and covered with scars by swords.

After taking off his battle robe, he immediately carefully examined the precious gold-thread soft armor.

After confirming that it was intact, Zheng Dinglian finally relaxed his tense mood a little.

Today, it once again protected him at a critical moment of life and death.

He gently took off the soft armor, picked up a clean handkerchief, dipped it in clean water, carefully wiped every inch of the armor, and hung it up carefully.