At a Loss Whether to Laugh or Cry

Xiao Yun swallowed hard: "According to the scouts' reports, Prince Ling seems... seems to have no plans to return to the capital for now and intends to stay in Qingmiao City for a long time..."

Xiao Zetian's entire aura instantly chilled by three degrees, causing both Xiao Yun and Lingdang to shiver simultaneously.

Xiao Yun's hair stood on end as he continued: "...Prince Ling has also sent scouts to spy on... spy on... Boss Su's silly husband Yuanbao, that is, General, your news. It seems they are preparing to send someone to assassinate Yuanbao..."

"Bastard!" Xiao Zetian was furious, snapping a tree trunk as thick as a person's waist beside him with one hand.

Xiao Zetian was so clever that he immediately understood Prince Ling's little schemes when he thought about them together.

That bastard wants to kill Ali's silly husband, leaving Ali a widow, so he can bring Ali back to his own nest, right!

The war god Xiao Zetian, who had always prided himself on his self-control, felt for the first time in his life the urge to immediately go and kill Prince Ling.

Xiao Yun, sweating on his forehead, mustered the courage to continue: "Master, Prince Ling's move, though accidental, is directly aimed at you. Although our people have secretly set some obstacles, if Prince Ling is determined to investigate you, sooner or later he will find you out. At that time, your identity might be..."

Xiao Zetian's teeth chattered; he never expected that it was this reason that sparked Prince Ling's interest in investigating him. It was truly laughable and frustrating.

Xiao Zetian took a deep breath, a mocking expression appearing on his face.

Did they think that this would leave him helpless, forced to wait for Prince Ling to uncover the truth? That seriously underestimated the wisdom of War God Xiao Zetian!

"From now on, let our people comprehensively exterminate Prince Ling's spies and assassins within Qingmiao City!" Xiao Zetian's eyes gleamed with a cold light.

"Why is that?" Xiao Yun was puzzled.

Xiao Zetian snorted coldly: "If we only block the spies investigating Yuanbao, the target would be too obvious. The way to hide a pearl is to put it among a bunch of pearls. By indiscriminately assassinating Prince Ling's men, we can confuse the vision. Isn't Prince Ling always competing with the Crown Prince? After you kill Prince Ling's men, find a way to frame the Crown Prince, and spread news in the capital that the Crown Prince intends to marry Princess Mingyu. I don't believe that with the Crown Prince's involvement, Prince Ling can still hold his ground in this small Qingmiao City!"

Xiao Yun was sweating coldly as he listened; their general was truly daring. This risky move was indeed a decisive strike, forcing Prince Ling to quickly return to the capital to compete for Princess Mingyu.

"Master, I will handle this immediately." Xiao Yun knelt on one knee, then flew off like the wind.

"Lingdang, how is your cooking progressing?" Xiao Zetian looked at Lingdang.

Lingdang's neck stiffened instantly. How should she answer this question? If she said she had only learned the basics and wasn't proficient yet, would General Xiao cut her down for being useless?

"Master, I... I... Madam's cooking skills are truly divine, but Lingdang is foolish..." Lingdang lowered her head to explain, feeling her mouth stiffen. Meanwhile, Xiao Zetian's aura grew colder, and Lingdang's voice grew increasingly faint, eventually as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

After a moment, Xiao Zetian's voice sounded, filled with pride and delight: "Ali's skills... truly aren't something ordinary women like you can learn quickly. My lady is naturally no ordinary woman, hahaha..."

Lingdang twitched the corner of her mouth: General, is it really necessary to show off your wife in so many different ways!?