Sister, you traveled through time too?

The evening breeze in late autumn is cold and chilly.

He Chen led the troops transporting grain and rested and stationed along the way.

The original intention was to transport grain to the grassland, and the Xia family was a rival family, so He Chen was not so active along the way, and it was quite comfortable to stop and go.

The bonfire in the center of the tent was glowing brightly. The soldiers gathered around it, chatting and gossiping from time to time.

"By the time we return this time, can we catch up with the announcement of the results of the Autumn Examination?"

"My brother is the most promising one in my family. He will definitely win this time."

A rough man, who looked to be in his early twenties, was chatting with another soldier next to him.

The man's eyes were sparkling, and he was full of pride and hope when he talked about his younger brother.

He Chen sat casually by the campfire, listening to the soldiers gossiping.

He glanced at the rough little man who was speaking.

The soldier next to the rough man patted the man on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Old Yao, don't worry, your brother is a talented person and he will definitely not be buried."

After hearing this, He Chen just wiped his saber calmly.

After a long silence, he patted the rough man as if to encourage and comfort him.

When the man saw that the general was encouraging him, he was moved and felt full of hope.

"I hope you can catch up with the announcement of the results. Don't be too nervous. People with real talent and knowledge will always come out on top."

He Chen said so.

He continued to clean the knife, thinking,

The Prime Minister is going to promote many people this time. These unknown candidates are probably...

There is no way out.

He understood that those promoted by the Prime Minister were all disciples who had considerable power and status in the party.

This is for the good of one's own power, and there is nothing wrong with it.

After all, how can real talent and knowledge compare to military forces, background, wealth, and power?

He Chen has always understood.

In this world, how can one easily succeed just by having real talent and knowledge?

You have to be born into a good family. If not, you can go to the temple to pray and meet a noble person.

He Chen caught a glimpse of the man's joyful face from the corner of his eye, and thought that someone actually took his casual remark seriously.

Still too young and too naive.

"My parents sold the two acres of land that they had owned for a lifetime just to send my younger brother to the imperial city to take the imperial examination."

"My brother is very promising. He is the only one in our group who passed the exam.

Being able to pass the test to the imperial city to take part in the autumn examination is a huge matter, and I will do it even if I have to sell everything I have!

If my brother can win, then the money I send home every month will not be in vain, hehe."

The rough man whispered to the young soldier beside him, his eyes full of anticipation.

He had dark skin, sunken cheeks, and a tall but not strong build. It seemed that he had almost no money left for himself every month.

But his eyes were very bright.

His voice was obviously not loud, but He Chen heard it all.

He just lowered his head and continued to wipe the knife, making it shiny, without looking at the man again.

But the blade reflected the man's smiling face. He Chen paused as he was wiping the knife, feeling confused.

But after a brief pause, he sheathed the knife and stood up.

"Everyone should get ready early, we have to travel tomorrow morning."

After He Chen said this, he walked into the tent without looking back.

……

"Listen up!

Try to capture them alive later, and don’t kill your comrades indiscriminately.”

The stirring and high-pitched command voice rang out in the biting cold wind of the mountains.

The speaker was dressed in armor and weapons, and his youthful face was vivid and lively in the moonlight.

Behind him were thousands of elite soldiers and generals galloping along on horseback.

"Yes!"

The soldiers' unanimous answer was sonorous, powerful and inspiring.

The young man laughed heartily twice on the horse. He enjoyed the excitement of riding the horse and whipping the whip.

The wind was howling, and he felt happier than ever in nearly twenty years.

He had been trapped in the imperial city for too long, hiding in the dark for too long. He had never really had the chance to feel such joy and passion in the past. His heart, which had been suppressed for too long, finally seemed to come alive.

This is completely different from the joy he felt when he was a playboy!

The night is deep and the moonlight is like water.

He is still in the dark, still walking on the moon,

But he knew that after tonight, he would no longer have to be so cautious, no longer have to hide his edge and show his cowardice, and no longer have to be inferior to others for a long time!

This is the last dark night, the road ahead will be bright.

The more he thought about this, the more he laughed.

"Your Highness, how could I, He Jue, let you down?"

As he thought to himself, the sound of horse hooves became faster and faster.

He Jue didn’t know. He didn’t know what would have happened if the woman hadn’t tilted the umbrella towards him on that rainy night.

If it weren't for her, He Jue didn't know how long he would have to wait.

He only knew that fortunately, because of her, he had waited for it.

He could not forget the umbrella and jade pendant that the prince stuffed into his hands on that rainy night.

Just like the fish leaping over the Dragon Gate engraved on the jade pendant, he was leaping over his own door.

He will never forget who opened this door for him.

As the horses galloped, they were getting closer and closer to the camp site where He Chen was located according to the intelligence.

He Jue's heart was beating faster and faster.

There were loud bangs, as if they were going to jump out of my chest.

"My dear brother, you are really my dear brother."

He Jue thought to himself, his two little canine teeth sparkling in the moonlight.

……

At the foot of the mountain where He Chen was stationed, the bonfire had gone out, leaving only the lights for vigil.

The soldiers have gone into their tents to rest, with only a few small teams on patrol.

He Chen, who was deep in sleep at night, frowned.

He suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He had a nightmare about many people dying at his hands.

He dreamed that the sword he used to kill many people finally cut off his own head. He woke up in shock and slowly realized that it was a dream.

Next to the pillow was still the familiar knife, safely placed in its sheath, lying there quietly.

For some reason, He Chen felt anxious and irritated for the first time when he looked at the knife he had used for many years.

He frowned and threw the knife several meters away, then slowly relaxed his brows.

But when he looked back at the knife on the ground, the blade had already fallen out of the scabbard. The bright blade made He Chen feel irritated and uneasy.

Because he seemed to see the man's smiling face again.

The entire tent was eerily quiet. He Chen slowly calmed down, but he realized that something was wrong.

It seemed too quiet, without even the sound of insects or birds.

He Chen was startled, jumped up, and hurriedly picked up the knife on the ground.

But before he could pick up the knife, two darts suddenly shot out in front of him, almost piercing his entire palm.

"who!"

He Chen was agile and dodged quickly, but he didn't have time to pick up the knife on the ground.

He looked up with sharp eyes, but saw only his smiling brother in the shadow of the tent.

"It's you?"

There was doubt in He Chen's voice, and more of a sense of disbelief.

Although He Chen knew that his good brother was not a good person, he did not expect him to appear here.

He Jue, hiding in the shadows, smiled as usual, his pointed little fangs particularly eye-catching.

"How are you, my dear brother?"

He Jue kicked the knife on the ground and grabbed it in his hand.

He smiled and played with He Chen's sword, his tone sounding a little nonchalant.

He Chen frowned, recalling the dream in which he was stabbed in the chest by his own knife.

The feeling in the dream seemed to still linger in his mind. He looked at the knife and felt a chill in his heart.

And his dear brother smiled like that again.

He always hated that kind of smile, and hated the fangs that showed when He Jue smiled.

Because he was wary and afraid.

When he looked at his brother at this moment, he felt that those two fangs were particularly glaring, but it seemed that it should be so.

He Chen suppressed all the thoughts in his mind and just looked at He Jue calmly and distantly.

His thin lips were slightly raised, and his eyes contained the same contempt as always.

Just like every day for nearly twenty years, with the same contempt from beginning to end.

He chuckled sinisterly, then spoke slowly:

"Don't pretend anymore, my good brother."

"For so many years, I have been waiting for you to show your teeth."

……