The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 439 Part 2

Ji Chengliang was helpless too.

If they could produce the explosives, they'd still have a fighting chance against the Northwestern Army. But the other side clearly thought fifty steps ahead — extremely cautious. According to their investigation, this wasn't the first time Fang Zichen had made these explosives. When he first arrived in Hezhou, he had blown up a mountain. But when they checked, the materials he had sent people to buy back then were also a jumble of miscellaneous things.

Ji Chengliang understood perfectly well that the other side was deliberately confusing them. But that was exactly what made it terrifying—a cautious and meticulous person whose schemes ran deep.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 439 Part 1

Chapter 439

"No." Da Liang general Dahalu was the first to jump out. "If you Da Liao troops withdraw at this critical moment, then you can forget about wanting the northern region of Da Xia!"

Northern Qi general Ji Chengliang also said, "That's right! We've already fought this far. If Da Liao pulls out now, wouldn't all your efforts be wasted? You can't just retreat because you lost a few battles! Your Da Liao army can't be that cowardly, can it? If word gets out, it won't sound good." 

"You sure make it sound easy," Ershigu said irritably.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 438 Part 3

Lu Zhengren also knew that in his current state, he could no longer lead the army. He truly did not think much of the several deputy generals and his son under his command. A kingdom cannot go a day without a ruler, and an army cannot go a day without a general. And now, thinking about it, the man was a civil official—guarding Hezhou well would have been enough. Why did he have to come running over here? What for?

Was he trying to die faster?

Lu Zhengren calmed down and realized he had misjudged the man.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 438 Part 2

Xia Jinghong was overjoyed, unable to sit still, pacing back and forth before the imperial desk, his face full of excitement. After three months of anxiety and worry, with Jizhou constantly sending "bad news," a good report had finally come.

The entire court was stunned, then overjoyed, their expressions excited.

The Left Chancellor was especially delighted.

Everyone began offering congratulations.

"Your Majesty, Heaven favors our Da Xia!"

"Yes! Yes!"

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 438 Part 1

Chapter 438

Lu Zhengren sent letter after letter requesting reinforcements.

But there were no soldiers left in the capital.

The ministers discussed and debated but couldn't reach any conclusion.

No soldiers left? Then conscript!

Easier said than done. They'd just conscripted the year before last—conscript again now, and what, were they afraid the common people wouldn't rebel? Did they want internal turmoil on top of external threats?

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 437 Part 4

Seeing Fang Zichen finish off the enemy, Magistrate Tang hurriedly ordered the gate opened and came down to welcome them. Fang Zichen flashed his waist token, and Magistrate Tang dropped to his knees, trembling. "Th-this humble official greets Lord Fang."

Fang Zichen glanced at him. "Take these people into the city."

"Yes."

"Guard Xingping County well for me. Guard the people inside. If anything goes wrong, you will answer for it."

Magistrate Tang said in terror, "Yes."

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 437 Part 3

Everything was arranged properly. With Zhao Ger around, there was nothing to worry about. In the middle of the eleventh lunar month, at first light, Fang Zichen took his son and led the imperial guards on horseback to Bei'an County.

After a night of tender intimacy, Zhao Ger hadn't been able to get up that morning. Lin Xiaoxia called softly from outside. Fang Zichen woke but didn't move. Seeing Zhao Ger sleeping soundly, he tucked the blanket around him and, by the dim yellow morning light from the window, gazed at him fixedly for a good while, his eyes focused, his gaze tracing inch by inch over his brows, eyes, and the tip of his nose.