Chapter Six: Is the Crown Prince a Hidden Master?

Returning to the Lin family.

Eleven jin of flesh and blood lay before them.

All the imperial guards heading to Tianhe City were filled with dread.

“Martial King! I beg your pardon, it was my failure to stop him...”

“He harmed himself and cut off his own flesh; it has nothing to do with you. Step aside.”

Lin Zhengyang’s eyes darkened as he stared at A Long, wanting to vent his anger. Yet, reconsidering that A Long had followed him into many battles and was one of his trusted inner circle, he waved him away. Frowning deeply, he fixed his gaze on the eleven jin of flesh belonging to Lin Yin.

“This is Yin’er’s flesh!?”

Yang Huier, who had just finished brewing the Jinggui Complete Soup to send to Lin Tianjiao at the training ground, froze at the sight, a profound sadness swelling within her.

After all, this was flesh that had come from her own child.

How could Yin’er do such a thing...

“Our body, hair, and skin are gifts from our parents!”

“To go to such extremes...?”

Lin Zhengyang took a deep breath. “Kai, you go deliver the soup to Tianjiao. I’ll handle this.”

“Handle what? Hurry and bring him back!” Yang Huier glared. “He’s still your son. Before, beating and scolding him was for his own good, but now he’s harmed himself to this degree. How can you leave him alone out there?”

“All right, I understand...”

“Hurry up! You must go yourself!”

Me, go myself? Lin Zhengyang frowned. Wouldn’t that be admitting fault? Since when do parents admit mistakes to their children?

“Never mind. I have my own way of dealing with this.”

“Do whatever you want, but you must bring him back!” After Yang Huier stormed off in anger,

“Long, go to Tianhe City again. If he doesn’t come back, break both his legs and drag him back.”

A chill ran through A Long. “Martial King, that’s—”

“Forget it, don’t go.” Lin Zhengyang frowned in thought, waving his hand. “Kai!”

From the shadowed corner of the room, a figure two meters tall emerged, a long scabbard strapped to his back stretching nearly three meters.

A Long’s heart skipped a beat. He vaguely knew that the Martial King had a secret special unit under his command, each member a ruthless and formidable weapon. Could this be one of them?

“Kai, you go.”

“One condition: bring him back alive.”

The tall figure silently nodded.

At that moment, a white-haired middle-aged man entered the Martial King’s mansion, followed by a cold-faced girl clad in crimson armor and knee-high white socks.

Lin Zhengyang waved to signal A Long to take the flesh away, while Kai departed silently.

“Haha, my in-laws have come all the way from the cold north of the Great Martial Kingdom. How come you didn’t say a word upon arriving in Lin territory? Such discourtesy,” Lin Zhengyang said with a smile as he rose to greet them.

The white-haired man smiled faintly and cupped his hands. “We were betrothed as children back at the Great Wall. Now that my daughter has come of age, it’s better to arrange the engagement sooner rather than later. I was anxious, so I brought her today to meet the Lin heirI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.