Chapter 3098

It's unbelievable, but the facts and results are right there.

War never lies.

War only exposes all pretense and grandeur.

The Shen Kingdom Palace.

He Chunhua had just finished handling burdensome state affairs, and placed a hot towel over his eyes.

But before he could rest even a moment, the round mirror on the table began to tremble slightly.

He Chunhua didn't remove the towel and answered this long-distance communication.

He knew who was on the other side of the mirror—

The Ying Wang Hou from the distant Cangyan Kingdom.

Upon seeing his appearance, the Ying Wang Hou fired off questions in rapid succession: "Again exhausted to the point of eye strain? Have you taken the Awakening Spirit Pill? How long have you gone without sleep? With so many heavy ministers and capable aides under you, isn't there anyone who could help share your burden?"

He Chunhua chuckled, patiently soothing her.

All his life he has borne heavy burdens, filled with scheming, and constantly on guard against anyone—only before his wife could he lay down his weight and let his guard down.

They married young and have walked the path to white hair together; the Ying Wang Hou has a sharp tongue but a tofu heart, and her true feelings for him have never changed.

Even amidst his busyness, listening to his old wife chatter on is, for him, also a kind of relaxation.

The Ying Wang Hou's topic has already shifted to the Cangyan Palace, and then she brought up the Red General.

"Such a quiet and beautiful young lady, actually turns out to be the Red General?" The Ying Wang Hou still finds it unbelievable to this day, truly, one cannot judge by appearance—"Ah, you say, can Chuan'er defeat her?"

"What if he can? What if he can't?" He Chunhua admired his wife's train of thought.

"If Chuan'er can't defeat him, wouldn't he suffer a loss?"

He Chunhua knew she still regarded He Lingchuan as her eldest son.

He replied unhappily: "You can't defeat me either—have I made you suffer a loss?"

"No, that's not it." The Ying Wang Hou suddenly realized, "Then does that mean Chuan'er truly can't defeat her?"

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"I see she's also a very opinionated young lady; in the future, who will have the final say between her and Chuan'er?"

"————" The relationship between He Lingchuan and the Red General is too special; He Chunhua simply doesn't want to discuss it, so he changes the subject: "By the way, did you send her a meeting gift?"

"Sent it, yes—your He family's heirloom bracelet, I gave it to him the first time we met." The Ying Wang Hou actually felt a little worried: "This gift might be too slight? I heard from palace people that this Red General has another title even more frightening—called the God of Death?"

"Exactly. She is the Death God—what rare and precious treasures hasn't she seen? Chuan'er is also the Lord of Cangyan, wealthy beyond measure. You send the Red General anything valuable, she might not even glance at it. Only this He family heirloom holds meaning for her.

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The relationship between He Chunhua and He Lingchuan remains somewhat subtle even now.

But the Ying Wang Hou doesn't see it that way. Her interactions with He Lingchuan remain quite normal mother-son communication, which is also her unique talent.

He Chunhua sending her to Cangyan also carries this consideration. As long as the Ying Wang Hou is present, the relations between Cangyan and Shen, intentionally or not, will become closer.

The Ying Wang Hou and He Chunhua chatted a few more words, unable to hold back: "This war, when will it end? You, as the lord of a nation, yet your home is not a home—when will our family be reunited?"

The younger son He Yue sacrificed; she brought her grandson far to Cangyan, He Chunhua guards the homeland alone, He Lingchuan leads the war alliance army in slaughter at the Beijia front—whether husband or eldest son, the Ying Wang Hou worries about them deeply.

"Soon, rest assured, wait until the war ends, and Chuan'er will send you back home." He Chunhua again employed his soothing technique. He knew at this moment his wife needed only his comfort, not facts laid bare.

The Ying Wang Hou's face full of worry: "I heard that the Chi Yan King Fushanlie was killed by a heavenly demon in his own palace. He, a hallowed demon king, couldn't even protect his own life—I just worry about you————"

The latter words were too ominous; he didn't speak them aloud, but He Chunhua understood.

He Chunhua said: "Rest assured, the palace defenses you know of—watertight."

"But isn't the Chi Yan King's palace also watertight? How then was it infiltrated and hidden by a heavenly demon?" The Ying Wang Hou would not be easily convinced.

"That's completely different." He Chunhua sighed. "Chi Yan Kingdom originally also revered the Lingxu Gods, from top to bottom, inside and out—what corner lacked followers of the heavenly gods? Even if the Chi Yan King's palace were washed five or six times, it couldn't erase those harboring ill intentions. Here, I am utterly unlike the Chi Yan King's palace."

How long has the Shen Kingdom been established? The people in this palace also don't have so many tangled, complex relationships. Moreover, he originally served the Shariti Heaven, not the Lingxu Gods. For the Lingxu Gods to infiltrate his palace would not be easy.

The death of the Chi Yan King Fushanlie was more due to the lingering poison of six hundred years.

"Don't forget the Chi Yan King was already in his declining years; even without a heavenly demon attack, he couldn't have lasted long—this is common knowledge." He continued to comfort his old wife: "My body, no matter how, is surely much better than his?"

"That's true." The Ying Wang Hou clearly knows her husband's body is better now than it was in his thirties.

"Besides, I also have some backup plans—you just rest assured."

When the conversation ended, the Ying Wang Hou's figure vanished from the mirror, and the towel also grew cool.

He Chunhua lifted the towel, and said to a shadow in the corner: "Mr. Yuan, you've seen my embarrassment."

In his study, beside the window, there is a soft couch; beside the couch's tea table, a chessboard is placed.

This Mr. Yuan sits askew on the couch, one hand pressing his temple, the other holding a chess piece, lightly tapping the board.

The palace guards witnessing this scene were somewhat surprised—this Mr. Yuan, who only appeared yesterday, what is his background, that he can sit so leisurely and casually in the sovereign's study, and moreover, the sovereign treats him with considerable courtesy?

Mr. Yuan only smiled at He Chunhua: "I heard your palace's golden-thread date cakes are made quite well."

"Indeed. The pastry chef who makes them I brought from Heishuicheng—her specialty snacks are numerous."

He Chunhua said this, then suddenly let out an oh: "Is it what Chuan'er told you? Back when those two brothers were still in Heishuicheng, they loved these snacks the most."

This was a probe.

These past few days, He Lingchuan has specifically mentioned to him that a great expert will come to personally protect him, but refuses to clearly state the expert's identityO

This Mr. Yuan has an ordinary appearance, no trace of magic power fluctuation over his entire body, looking like an accountant from some merchant house, though his clothing fabric is especially fine.

But He Chunhua again knows he is not simple, for he actually has almost no presence. If He Chunhua closes his eyes and doesn't look at him, he fundamentally cannot sense another person's existence in the study.

Knowing that He Chunhua's own cultivation is now far beyond what it once was, yet this Mr. Yuan can easily conceal his perception from him—just this one point alone, I don't know how many levels higher he is.

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