After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

"Xiao Zhu'er."

Xiao Yi's answer was concise and direct.

Shen Bingning lowered her head silently, examining her right hand, feeling mixed emotions: Is this a kind of revenge for my actions back then?

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Xiao Yuji returned to the palace and immediately began to write. A secret letter gradually took shape under the candlelight.

He handed the letter to Eunuch Sun and said in a low voice: "Send this letter to Han Jingcheng in secret."

In response to Xiao Yi's arrogance, Xiao Yuji decided to join forces to eliminate this great threat.

Soon, Han Jingcheng received the letter. When he learned that Xiao Yi was not in the military camp but appeared in Chu State, he could not help but sneer: "It is really foolish to take risks for a woman."

The young King of Han suggested: "Uncle, since the King of Yan is not in the camp, why not take this opportunity to attack Yancheng?"

"You are too naive, Han'er. Don't underestimate Xiao Yi. He has a general like Zhou Yishan under his command. He is highly respected and is stationed in the military camp himself. If you are not sure, blindly attacking will only cause our army to suffer heavy losses."

Han Jingcheng said in a deep voice.

The young King of Han disagreed: "If we don't act now, when will we act? Do we have to wait until Xiao Yi returns from Chu? By then, it will be too late."

Han Jingcheng handed over another letter and said earnestly, "You are still young and don't understand how scheming Xiao Yi is. This man has many tricks up his sleeve. Don't fall into his trap easily."

This made the young King of Han quite unhappy. After all, he hated it most when people used his age as an excuse.

He had sat on the magnificent yet dangerous dragon throne since he was eight years old, carrying the weight of the entire country on his young shoulders.

Five years passed like a flash, and now at the age of thirteen, he is still facing the giant hand of his uncle, which controls the overall situation of the court. It is like a goshawk perched on the top of a mountain in winter, guarding its territory tightly and not allowing others to interfere.

Xiao Yi, who also took power at the age of thirteen, was known for his decisiveness and wise decision-making. If he could grasp the bound power in his own hands, he would surely revitalize the country, surpass Xiao Yi, and achieve immortal achievements.

A secret letter was gently unfolded under the candlelight. The plots and strategies leaping between the lines were like an invisible army, foreshadowing the conquest of Yancheng.

However, when the last character of the letter came into his eyes, his seemingly indestructible determination collapsed quietly like a sand castle, and the plan to attack the city was buried silently.

Han Jingcheng's face was as gloomy and cold as the sky covered with dark clouds, and his words revealed an irresistible sense of oppression: "The assassination plan that I carefully arranged was easily resolved by Xiao Yi. Now that Han Yujing is protected by Xiao Yi, it is like a thorn in our chest. He knows our country's secrets very well and poses a huge threat to us."

Seeing his uncle's gloomy look, the young King of Han felt a chill in his heart. He stammered, trying to defend his misunderstood uncle: "Uncle Yu is just tired of the intrigues in the palace, and he has no real ill intentions."

Han Jingcheng had always been disdainful of this overly kind and benevolent nephew king. His explanation at this moment made him even more dissatisfied, and his brows were filled with anger: "If we don't get rid of him, when the cavalry of Yan breaks through the threshold of the Han Palace, it will be too late to regret everything!"

The young King of Han's eyes flickered, but he finally chose to bury the fact that Han Yujing secretly looked at the border defense map deep in his heart.

Being honest in front of Uncle Wang, who has never taken me seriously, will only put me in a more passive situation.

As the king of a country, he was scolded like this by his own subjects. If this news were to spread to the outside world, wouldn't it become a huge joke?

After Han Jingcheng left angrily, Eunuch Zhou walked heavily into the hall, his face worried, his tone tinged with uneasiness: "Your Majesty, the regent is indeed overstepping his authority, he actually shouted in front of you, I heard it clearly from outside."

Zhou Maocai had been by his side since childhood and was his most trustworthy companion. The cold imperial mask that the young King of Han had to wear in front of his uncle was quietly removed in front of this loyal servant. He sat casually on the ground with a gloomy look on his face: "When has he ever looked at me straight in the eye?"

Zhou Maocai's eyes softened as he consoled her: "In my opinion, only Prince Yu is sincere to Your Majesty."

"I think so."

The secret mentioned in the letter emerged in the heart of the young King Han, and he couldn't help but wonder secretly, would Uncle Yu really leak the border defense map to Xiao Yi?

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Shen Bingning walked alone along the winding path. Xiao Yuji and his followers disappeared without a trace, and she couldn't help but feel confused.

It was not until later that she learned that all of this was secretly arranged by Xiao Yi, who used the Dark Wind to quietly eliminate all the pursuers.

After arriving at Xiao Yi's military camp, Shen Bingning was arranged to stay in the commander's luxurious tent.

At the same time, Xiao Yi rushed to the big tent to deal with important military affairs.

Two soldiers respectfully brought hot water for bathing, and when everything was ready, they quietly left the tent.

After a bath, the fatigue from days of running around seemed to be taken away by the warm water, and the body felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

Although this was not her first time to set foot in a military camp, and this place was not the outskirts of Yongzhou where she first stopped in her memory, the familiar atmosphere did not make her feel the slightest bit strange.

Xiao Yi's return time from discussing military affairs was uncertain, so Shen Bingning took this opportunity to lie down and take a short rest.

Between half asleep and half awake, a strange feeling quietly came over me, as if there was a pair of eyes silently watching over me by the bed.

She initially thought it was Xiao Yi who had returned, so she suddenly opened her eyes, only to find that in front of her was a huge and warm animal head.

"Tago?"

She called out with a hint of surprise.

Taigo hummed in a low voice, which was considered as an answer to her.

Shen Bingning sat up and gently stroked Taige's head, "You are here too?"

Although Taige could not speak, he rubbed his head affectionately under Shen Bingning's hands, expressing his joy and longing in a unique way.

"It would be good for you to go out for a walk. It must be boring to stay in the palace all the time."

Shen Bingning stared at Taige. After just a few days of not seeing him, he seemed to have grown a lot, and the majestic aura he exuded became even stronger.

At this time, the voice of Eunuch Wei outside the tent was sharp and clear: "Is Lady Shen awake?"

Shen Bingning put her clothes in order and said, "Come in."

Eunuch Wei walked into the tent with a big smile on his face and asked earnestly, "Dinner is ready. Would you like me to serve it to you now?"

Shen Bingning smiled lightly, her eyes full of nostalgia for the old days: "You've worked hard, no need to be so polite, I'm no longer a member of the palace, just call me by my name."

Eunuch Wei waved his hands quickly, his expression full of persistence: "Your Majesty's canonization has never been revoked. In my heart, you will always be Lady Shen. It is my greatest honor to serve you."

Seeing Eunuch Wei looking nervous and uneasy, Shen Bingning stopped talking, fearing that her easygoing attitude would make him even more confused.

The night was as dark as ink, the bonfires were flickering, and patrolling soldiers were moving back and forth inside and outside the camp in an orderly manner.

Shen Bingning and Taige sat side by side outside the tent, looking up at the bright full moon.

"There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown."

She recited softly. These verses that transcended time and space were so close to her heart at this moment. The moon that was familiar yet unfamiliar in the modern world seemed to become especially bright because of this faint homesickness.

Eunuch Wei was guarding by the side. He originally wanted to admire the beauty of the poem, but after catching a glimpse of the subtle sadness on Shen Bingning's face, he quietly swallowed those words of praise.

After a moment of contemplation, Shen Bingning's mood gradually became cheerful. She turned around and went back to the tent to rest.