Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Immediately, the flames flowed back upstream along the water, leaping past the feet of the panicked Longxi soldiers as if countless golden fire lotuses bloomed. Each lotus devoured a person, and scores of soldiers fell into the sea of fire, desperately running and screaming, some were engulfed in an instant, turning into charred remains; yet the flames were unsatisfied, climbing back to the side of the waterwheel in a blink, sprinting upward along the cut made by the blade—

BOOM!

Another deafening explosion sounded out.

The waterwheel burst into a ball of fire, violently exploding, with countless flames mingling with splintering wooden shards piercing into the bodies of those nearby. The Longxi Army, not yet consumed by the flames spreading on the ground, were struck by this wave of attack, incessant wailing followed as scores fell to the ground.

Xue Xian could hardly believe his eyes.

Yet all of this, the sky-high flames, the waterwheels bursting into flames one after another, the soldiers toppled by the flames and shards of wood, all were happening vividly!

Right before his eyes!

The raging flames not only devoured countless Longxi Army lives but at this moment also burned away his rationality.

Xue Xian stared blankly ahead, even forgetting to react.

Compared to the last two times, nearly defeated at the hands of Yu Wenye, he never imagined that after Yu Wenye fell ill, weak and seemingly unable to resist—indeed, virtually on the brink of capturing Fufeng City—it would launch such a desperate counterattack at the last moment.

And this strike was lethal!

Xue Xian suddenly lifted his head, glaring with bloodshot eyes across the flames to the slender, frail figure standing atop the high tower.

At this moment, those eyes, also reddened by the reflection of the flames, exuded an extraordinary calmness, observing the chaotic scene below.

Shang Ruyi took a deep breath.

The flames rising from the trench had nearly engulfed her, but fortunately, Shantong’er quickly pulled her away, preventing her from falling into the same hell as those below. Now, her schemes had all succeeded; the flames devoured most of the attacking Longxi Army, those unable to retreat were thoroughly subdued by the exploding waterwheels, yet she felt an unusual calmness.

Taking a step back, she said in a low voice, "Dai Junliang!"

But at this moment, her voice was immediately swallowed by the cheering that erupted around them; Shang Ruyi turned her head to see the surrounding soldiers, shocked by the scene before them, had all started cheering.

The archers beside her, who had just been in despair and frustration, were now overjoyed—

"This is great!"

"Hahaha, heaven is on our side!"

"These Longxi soldiers are doomed!"

While everyone cheered and leaped, several trembling figures ascended the tower. It was Ma Xu and Song Yu, who had just scrambled back into the city, barely saving their lives. Covered in blood and mud, they looked down at the sea of fire below, along with the soldiers’ jubilant cheers, leaving them momentarily stunned.

Ma Xu murmured, "How, how can there be such a big fire? Weren’t we transporting water?"

Yet the scent drifting through the air immediately provided them with the answer.

It was tung oil.

Though they had indeed fetched much river water during the day, an equal portion was the readily ignitable tung oil!

"So much tung oil..."

Song Yu’s eyes, stained red by the flames, instinctively remarked, "No wonder, no wonder we couldn’t find the tung oil—"

Before he could finish, Shang Ruyi turned her gaze on him.

Although earlier he felt as if he was on the brink of death at the hands of the General’s wife’s arrows, and didn’t know why she stopped, now, he didn’t even have the strength to step forward and question, being pushed aside by yet another excited crowd, only to see Dai Junliang rushing forward, exclaiming to Shang Ruyi, "Madam, we’ve succeeded!"

His eyes were also reddened by the fire below, but this time, it was the excited blood red; the flames seemed to ignite his passion.

Only then did Shang Ruyi withdraw her gaze from Song Yu.

"Don’t rush,"

Facing Dai Junliang’s excitement, Shang Ruyi appeared even more composed: "It’s not yet time for us to celebrate."