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Although the soldiers outside could still resist a little, the 50,000 traitors with their limbs tied up and their weapons surrendered were fish on the chopping board. They could only wait to be slaughtered.

In the tent where the four people of the Meng family were imprisoned, Meng Shaoyuan’s eyes lit up when he saw the two black-robed men suddenly barge in. He quickly asked, “Did General Yan ask you to save us?”

The shouts outside had long been heard. Although he found it strange that Yan Guangmao’s men had arrived so quickly, joy had long overcome his rationality. He ordered, “Untie us quickly. I’ll settle it in a while.”

Before he could finish, he felt his throat tighten. He looked over and saw that the black-robed man had already appeared in front of him, one hand wrapped tightly around his neck.

Meng Shaoyuan’s pupils constricted. “You…”

His heart turned cold. He lowered his head in disbelief and saw a hand pierce through his heart.

Even until his death, Meng Shaoyuan probably could not figure out why Yan Guangmao still sent people to kill him. He had clearly joined Yan Guangmao and blown up the city gate for him.

Meng Wu exclaimed, “Yuan’er!”

The other black-robed man had already arrived in front of him. He used the same technique and was equally straightforward. Without a word, the father and son fell to the ground.

“Ah!” Meng Linyan and Meng Linlang screamed in fear.

When Shen Yijia rushed over with her men, she happened to encounter the two men in black who had already finished killing and were about to leave.

After moving so many times, without her instructions, the soldiers behind her had already restrained the two of them.

Shen Yijia lifted the tent flap and gasped when she saw the bloody scene inside.

In the past, she was not afraid of these things, but for some reason, when she saw this scene or smelled the strong smell of blood recently, she felt nauseous.

She was not someone who would make things difficult for herself. She waved her hand and instructed, “Let’s go.”

Shen Yijia worked under the hot sun until noon before she finally finished cleaning up all the black-robed men in the military camp. The deputy generals also knew how to deal with the remaining matters. She was about to look for Song Jingchen, but just as she climbed onto the horse, she felt a wave of dizziness and fell down.

“Ma’am!”

She heard many people calling her. She looked up and saw You Yi’s mask and the worry in his eyes. Only then did she faint in relief.

“You still know how to worry. At least you have a conscience.” she thought.

When Shen Yijia opened her eyes again, it was already dark outside. She rubbed her still dizzy head and was about to sit up when a nervous voice sounded beside her.

“You’re awake? Are you still feeling unwell?”

Shen Yijia turned around and met a handsome face filled with self-reproach. She shook her head and said, “I’m fine. I’m just a little dizzy from sleeping for too long.”

“I’ll go look for the military doctor.”

Shen Yijia didn’t want Song Jingchen to worry, so she leaned out and pulled him back. “No need. I’m really fine.”

As soon as she finished speaking, half of her body was pulled into a familiar embrace.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault for not protecting you well and making you suffer. Hit me.” Song Jingchen buried his head in Shen Yijia’s shoulder.

There was obvious fear in his voice. If one looked carefully, they could even see that his entire body was trembling.

Something that could make her beautiful husband so nervous…

Shen Yijia pursed her lips and felt a little uncomfortable. No wonder the spiritual liquid suddenly disappeared. She took a deep breath and reached out to pat Song Jingchen’s back gently to comfort him. “It’s fine. Everyone is going to die anyway. Isn’t there a saying that in death, our souls are lighter than a feather and heavier than Mount Tai?”

Before she could finish, she was pushed out of someone’s arms. Song Jingchen said solemnly, “Stop, what are you talking about…”

Shen Yijia was stunned. She tilted her head and asked, “Isn’t it because I’m terminally ill?”

“Otherwise, why did you look like your wife had died just now?” she thought.

“Who said you were…” Seeing through her thoughts, Song Jingchen was so angry that his forehead throbbed. He raised his hand high and gently rubbed Shen Yijia’s head. He said angrily, “You…”

Shen Yijia blinked. “What about me?”

“Tell me.” she thought. “I’ve already prepared myself.” she thought.

“You’re pregnant.”

‘What?” Shen Yijia widened her eyes, suspecting that she had heard wrongly.

Song Jingchen was amused by her adorable reaction. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. He smiled and said, “I said, you’re going to be a mother. I’m going to be a father.”

“I…” Shen Yijia looked into his eyes and reached for her abdomen.. “1 have a little monkey here?”