Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

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From that day on, Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue lived in Zhan Beiye's city lord's mansion.

Time flies by.

Emperor Zhan Ling had already sent several groups of people to ask for the ten captured cities from Zhan Beiye's son, but they all returned without success.

Not only that, every minister who left Zhan Beiye either had arms or legs missing, or was beaten to the point where they could not even recognize their parents.

The anger in Emperor Zhan Ling's heart could once burn the entire imperial capital.

The army is ready to go.

But at this time, no general in the Zhan Ling Empire dared to come out to lead the army. Emperor Zhan Ling kissed several generals, and those generals were either sick or disabled the next day.

Originally, Emperor Zhan Ling wanted to cure these cowards, but unfortunately the disease was a real disease, and the disability was also a real disability.

He can't do anything to these people. He can't find a baseless crime to accuse these people. In the end, he can only make him sick.

But this battle still has to be fought. Zhan Beiye must be punished, and the ten cities that Zhan Beiye defeated must also belong to the Zhan Ling Empire.

Therefore, Emperor Zhan Ling still sent Zhan Beixiao, who had been dealt with by Zhan Beiye before, and sent him many lieutenants to assist him.

It was actually very miserable for Zhan Beixiao to be dealt with. He didn't want to confront Zhan Beiye.

But there was no way. He couldn't imitate those generals and make himself sick and disabled, so he could only bite the bullet and go into battle.

The army is ready to go and can reach the border in half a month.

In the city lord's mansion, Zhan Beiye was telling Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue the interesting stories about the Zhan Ling Empire.

"So, the Zhan Ling Empire's army is about to attack soon?" Qian Jiyun summed up this sentence among a lot of nonsense.

"That's pretty much it." Zhan Beiye nodded.

"So? What are you still doing here?" Qian Jiyun asked him.

"I'll accompany you, otherwise what can I do?" Zhan Beiye asked Qian Jiyun.

"You don't think that I would be afraid of that weakling Zhan Beixiao, do you?"

It would be okay if someone else led the troops, but Zhan Beixiao, he really didn't take it seriously. As long as that guy was beaten by someone, he would be particularly afraid of the person who beat him.

Maybe, when Zhan Beixiao comes with his army, he will be able to recruit a large number of troops under his command.

"The Yueming Empire must have received the news, right?" Qian Jiyun reminded him.

Hearing this, Zhan Beiye's face turned serious.

"I have expected this a long time ago, but Emperor Yueming will not send troops." He said with great certainty.

"It's good if you can be sure."

Qian Jiyun is also someone who is often on the battlefield. He knows that if an emperor wants to send troops, it is not as easy as just opening his mouth.

The Yue Ming Empire had just suffered a defeat, losing ten cities and almost all the people's hearts. If the Yue Ming Emperor wanted to send troops again at this time, and it was to unite with the Zhan Ling Empire, it would definitely be impossible.

But there is no guarantee that Emperor Yueming will not grit his teeth and actually do this.

"This bottle of Cloud Breaking Pill is for you, make good use of it."

He gave Zhan Beiye the Poyun Dan that he had never used before, which could be regarded as some help to Zhan Beiye.

"Poyundan, you actually have such a good thing?"

Hearing the words Poyundan, Zhan Beiye's eyes lit up. He glanced at An Jiuyue who was refining the elixir not far away, and then looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand.