Chapter 1845: Prince, Help Me

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"Mr. Yuan, I know a folk eccentric who makes prosthetics so realistic, when I return to China, I will definitely have him make you the best one..."

Yelü Shenxuan's words caused Yuan Shidao's face to contort into a strange and unsettling expression, simultaneously smiling and frowning, laughing and crying.

He gaped, revealing teeth as white as bone and a mouth as red as blood. The stark contrast between the pale red and his blackened complexion was unsettling; despite the lack of bloodshed, it sent shivers down the spines of even these hardened soldiers who had seen countless battles on the field.

"My prince, if you truly wish to help me, prepare one hundred boys and girls for me, along with one hundred virgins. I have great use for them."

Yuan Shidao at this moment was like a madman, completely devoid of his usual refined and gentle demeanor. He didn't know where he found the strength, but he reached out with one hand and grabbed Yelu Shenxuan's wrist, saying in a voice bordering on madness, "I want to become a demon!"

Even Yelu Shenxuan felt a shiver run down his spine at those words.

"Should we discuss this with the chancellor first"

Yelü Shenxuan didn't want to help Yuan Shidao with this at all.

One hundred boys and one hundred girls, plus one hundred virgins, if he said that human life was only two hundred lives, he wouldn't take it seriously at all.

But most importantly, this nature is too vile.

Once it gets out, he'll never be able to shake this stain for the rest of his life.

Yelü Shenxuan had great ambitions. His goal was never just the Liao Kingdom; he wanted to unify the entire world, to annex the entire Qin state, and establish a peerless legacy that would last for millennia.

If that's the case, then he must cherish his feathers.

Going to war and killing people is not a sin, but a heroic act, but deliberately hunting down young boys and girls and virgins is something that should be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and stink for eternity.

"No!"

Unbeknownst to Yuan Shidao, it seemed as if he had completely missed Yelu Shenxuan's true intentions. He directly refused.

“This technique was passed down to me by my senior brother. I hesitated to use it before, but now that I've become like this, if I go back as I am, I'll never be able to avenge myself. Rather than fall into madness and despair, I might as well embrace the demonic path. I will slaughter all the Qin dogs!”

Yuan Shidao's tone and expression became increasingly frenzied. He spoke at an incredibly fast pace: "That general, I already know his identity and name. His name is Su Pingbei, a mid-level general in the Qin army. And most importantly, he has another identity – he is the grandson of the God of War of Qin! His father, Su Zhen'ting, is the person with the most real power in the Qin military now. If you kill him, it would benefit you too. Su Zhen'ting only has one son, and he absolutely cannot tolerate his Su family being wiped out on a battlefield commanded by Li Chen. As long as we can sow discord between them, then the future will be a huge setup."

"Prince! Help me!"

The last four words, Yuan Shi Dao almost roared out.

Yelü Shenxuan suddenly frowned.

Su Pingbei's identity immediately made him waver.

"As you've seen on our journey, the Qin army has gathered all the people of Gansu and Shaanxi. To capture them, we must go to their gathering points, which is easier said than done," Yelu Shenxuan frowned and said.

His words meant that Yelü Shenxuan had agreed to the plan.

Yuan Shidao's expression was extremely excited, almost distorted. He said eagerly: "As long as the prince is willing, this difficulty is nothing at all."

Yelü Shenxuan stared fixedly at Yuan Shidao for a long time, then spoke in a deep voice: “I understand.”ith the bearing of a dragon and tiger, radiating the clean-cut and decisive nature of a soldier. Especially his eyes, though old, still shone brightly, making one look at him with caution."I, your ser...