Kang Luo's eyes were sharp as knives. He threw back his head and laughed wildly.

"You think you're fit to take this crown prince hostage? This crown prince has swept across battlefield after battlefield, and even after losing to Ning Chen, was never once caught by him... And you people think you can take this crown prince? What a joke."

Yin Zhenghe laughed. "Your Highness's abilities are known to all the world. Naturally Ning Chen could never catch you... But then why do I hear that Kang Baobao, the first beauty of Nanyue, was carried off by Ning Chen?"

Inside the tent, Kang Luo's wild laughter stopped short. The smile froze on his face.

"Yin Zhenghe, you're asking to die!"

Kang Luo lost it and roared with rage.

It was the humiliation of his life. Ning Chen had taken his imperial city and carried off the love of his life too.

Kang Baobao had escaped from Ning Chen later, but Ning Chen was a lecher starved for women, and there was no telling what he might have done to her... She was so beautiful. How could a sex fiend like Ning Chen ever have kept his hands off her?

Every time he thought about it, he came close to falling apart.

So what Yin Zhenghe had just said was salt rubbed straight into the wound. It went right for the heart.

He swore that if he got out of here alive, he would kill Yin Zhenghe with his own hands.

Yin Zhenghe only gave a cold laugh. "Your Highness, you're a clever man. The situation is very much against you... I'd advise you to give yourself up. Don't force me to set the tent on fire.

It would be terrible if Your Highness happened to burn to death."

Kang Luo glanced at the tent wall snapping and flapping in the wind, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "No need to go to all that trouble," he said coldly. "I'll do it myself."

Yin Zhenghe's words had given him an idea for how to get out of this: burning the linked camps.…