Quick Wear: Saving Three Thousand Matches

The wind and snow in the north are like surging waves, mercilessly beating this vast and cold land.

The howling wind, carrying icy snowflakes, swept over wantonly.

However, on the towering border wall, the soldiers on guard were like indestructible sculptures, standing there steadily, not affected by the bad weather at all.

In fact, these soldiers were not afraid of the cold, but because five days ago, a terrifying female Rakshasa came from the Imperial City - Princess Feng Jiusi, also known as Jin Jiusi.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is extremely charming and stunning in appearance. She appears to be weak and vulnerable, but her methods are cold and cruel.

Since her arrival, she has established strict rules. Anyone who dares to disobey her orders will be severely punished with a military stick.

At first, many soldiers looked down on this seemingly weak woman, thinking that she was just a newcomer and how much trouble could she cause?

But when they saw with their own eyes their companions being beaten with military clubs until their skin was torn and blood was dripping, the contempt in their hearts instantly turned into deep fear.

What’s even more terrifying is that if anyone dares to disobey her will again after being punished with a military stick, then there is only one way to go, death, for them - skinning and breaking bones!

Originally, due to the extremely harsh environment here, the soldiers' morale had already been low and their military spirit was broken.

But after these bloody punishments that served as a warning to others, everyone was trembling with fear and dared not go beyond the line again.

The once scattered and disorderly team gradually became neat and orderly. Every soldier was on high alert and stayed at his post, fearing that he would accidentally anger the cruel female Rakshasa.

That night, the snow fell even harder.

Jin Jiusi, wearing a fiery red cloak, climbed up the city wall to inspect.

Her figure is graceful, like a blooming red plum against the backdrop of white snow.

When the soldiers saw her appear, they straightened their backs.

She walked up to a young soldier and stopped, the soldier was shaking with nervousness.

"Cold?"

She asked softly, her voice gentle and completely different from her usual cruel nature.

The soldier didn't dare to answer, but kept muttering in his heart: I'm scared, not cold.

Jin Jiusi said to himself: "It's bitterly cold in the north. Once I conquer Beiyue, you won't have to stay here every day."

Soldiers: Crazy woman!!!

Then she added, "Tomorrow's martial arts competition will see those who perform well being rewarded with hot wine and mutton."

After hearing this, the soldiers looked at each other in confusion, thinking to themselves: How could this Rakshasa Princess be so kind?

However, none of them dared to speak out this idea easily. They just lowered their heads and tried to appear more respectful and humble.

After all, the person in front of us is Her Royal Highness the Princess, who is ruthless and powerful!

Jin Jiusi raised his chin slightly, his eyes sweeping across every soldier present, and continued, "As long as you are loyal to your duties and serve the country, I will naturally not treat you unfairly. These fine wines are given to you as a reward. It's cold, so take a few sips to refresh yourself."

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw a few wine jugs she had picked up to the ground, then turned around and walked down the city wall slowly with elegant steps.

For a moment, all the soldiers were stunned. They never expected that the princess would actually give them wine.

After looking at each other for several times, someone finally walked forward cautiously and silently picked up the wine jug on the ground.

Soon after, the other soldiers followed suit. Each of them couldn't wait to raise the wine jug and take two big gulps before passing it to the next person with satisfaction.

In this way, pot after pot of fine wine circulated among the soldiers. Everyone tasted the warmth and comfort brought by the wine while feeling the special care bestowed by Her Royal Highness the Princess.

From then on, although the soldiers were still afraid of the severe punishments imposed by Jin Jiusi, they had a deeper respect for her in their hearts.

Because they gradually understood that this seemingly cold-blooded and ruthless princess actually wanted to build the northern defense line into an indestructible iron wall.

And they themselves also began to change slowly without realizing it - from being forced to obey orders at the beginning, to taking the initiative to stick to their posts today.

As time went by, the northern border defense became more and more stable, becoming a solid barrier against foreign invasion.

But North Vietnam is her ultimate destination.

*

Royal Palace of North Vietnam.

There was dead silence in the bedroom.

On the dragon's bed, the old emperor who once dominated the world and controlled the universe is now like a candle in the wind, and the flame of life is about to go out.

However, what was surprising was that there was no one by the bed of this terminally ill old man.

In the dim bedroom, only a few faint candlelights were swaying gently, as if they would be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

The strong and pungent smell of medicine filled the entire room like a thick fog, making people feel suffocated.

At the same time, dull coughs came from the old emperor's dry throat from time to time, each one seemed like the last struggle against this cruel fate.

A sudden cold wind blew by, stirring the gauze curtains and draperies by the window, making a rustling sound.

Driven by the wind, a mysterious black shadow appeared in front of the old emperor's bed quietly and silently like a ghost.

As the black shadow gradually approached the candlelight, its figure gradually became clearer.

The man was wearing a black robe, with a tall and slender figure, and exuded an innate aura of a superior. This man was Yun Chenyu!

"Emperor Beiyue, how does it feel to be poisoned by your own son?" Yun Chenyu's tone was icy cold.

The old emperor opened his eyes with difficulty and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face. His eyes widened instantly.

If you look closely, you can see a hint of fear in his somewhat distracted eyes.

The old emperor opened his mouth to say something, but only murmured, "Yun... Yun... Yun."

Yun Chenyu sneered: "Oh, it turns out that it's hard to forget after doing so many evil things."

A trace of regret flashed in the old emperor's eyes, and he tried to raise his hand to grab the corner of Yun Chenyu's clothes.

Yun Chenyu remained unmoved. "Twenty years ago, when Prime Minister Yun was on a diplomatic mission to North Vietnam, you secretly imprisoned and tortured him to death. Now, your crown prince has also been imprisoned and tortured by me. Tell me, is this karma?"

The old emperor's pupils dilated and he began to tremble. "You...you...someone come..."

Yun Chenyu continued, "Come here? Your good sons are busy fighting for power and killing each other. They have no time to care about you."

Upon hearing this, the old emperor shook his head desperately and squeezed out a weak cry from his throat.

"Your fate in North Vietnam has run out. Before long, this place will become a vassal state of Donghua. North Vietnam's three hundred years of history will eventually disappear into the long river of history."

Yun Chenyu gently placed his hand on the old emperor's dry wrist and injected a stream of internal energy into it.

"Want to die? How could it be that easy? Just look at how your sons forced you to death, and how they were pierced through the head by my Donghua cavalry and hung on the city wall."

After saying that, Yun Chenyu glanced at the old emperor coldly, and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The old emperor stared at him with eyes wide open, watching him disappear in despair.