Accidentally dressed as an empress

Lin Hong frowned and remained silent for a moment. He stood with his hands behind his back, his tall figure looking somewhat lonely and desolate in the flickering candlelight.

At this moment, his anger had not subsided, but his reason was working rapidly.

What Lin Zihan said was indeed the only way out of the desperate situation, but once implemented, it would be fraught with risks.

He thought to himself, Lang'er only has 30,000 soldiers stationed there. How can he hold out until reinforcements arrive under the fierce attack of the enemy?

Thinking of this, Lin Hong clenched his fist unconsciously, and a look of anger appeared on his face.

Damn the Chu State! Damn Zhong Rong! If they hadn't been messing around behind the scenes, we wouldn't have gotten into this predicament.

Lin Hong's brows were twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and he paced back and forth, with the soles of his shoes making a rustling sound as they rubbed against the ground.

After a while, Lin Hong paused, his face filled with worry as he said, "Zi Han, it's a long journey to Dongling. Bandits are rampant along the way, and the enemy is densely packed. How can you handle it alone? If you make a mistake, your life will be in danger!"

Lin Zihan's eyes were determined as he spoke earnestly, "I plan to infiltrate the merchants and travelers, and I'll definitely find a way to break through the blockade. Uncle, the people of Lingyun City are in imminent danger. This is our only hope right now!"

Lin Hong sighed and nodded helplessly: "Well, be careful, your family is looking forward to your safe return."

Lin Zihan turned around and went back to his room, quickly packed his simple bag, and quietly left the city at night.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on her hurried figure.

A few days later, Lin Zihan was cautiously walking along a secluded mountain path when she suddenly saw a familiar figure ahead. Her heart trembled, and when she looked closely, she saw it was her husband, Ye'er.

Zhong Ye was dressed in tattered clothes, with messy hair, and his face was tired but anxious.

He asked around and searched all the way just to find Lin Zihan.

"Ye'er!" Lin Zihan's eyes were red, and he quickly stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

Ye'er hugged Lin Zihan with her backhand, her voice filled with tears: "My dear wife, why did you embark on this dangerous journey alone? Do you know how worried I was..."

Lin Zihan gently stroked Zhong Ye's back and said softly, "Silly Ye'er, how can I sit idly by when the city is in danger? As the wife and the master, I should stand up and help."

Ye'er raised his head, his eyes firm, "My dear wife, now that I have found you, I will go with you. I will be able to take care of you along the way."

Lin Zihan was about to refuse, but seeing Zhong Ye's eyes filled with determination, he knew there was no way to persuade him. He sighed helplessly and gently tapped Zhong Ye's nose. "You are always so stubborn. But this trip is extremely dangerous. You must obey my instructions and not be reckless in the slightest."

Zhong Ye nodded vigorously, a bright smile on his face. Being able to walk side by side with his wife, for him, no difficulties were to be feared. Zhong Ye nodded vigorously, a bright smile on his face, and said, "Don't worry, my wife, I will be obedient! As long as I can be with you, I am not afraid of anything."

The two walked side by side along the winding path, surrounded by rolling hills and gradually falling into dusk. Lin Zihan remained vigilant, observing his surroundings with a keen eye, while Zhong Ye followed closely behind, constantly keeping an eye out for any unusual signs. As they walked, the sky grew darker. Lin Zihan looked up at the sky, frowning and saying, "Ye'er, I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily tonight. We need to find shelter quickly."

As soon as the words left her mouth, raindrops as big as beans began to pound down. They hurriedly sought shelter in the forest, finally discovering an abandoned temple halfway up the mountain. They rushed inside, already soaking wet. Lin Zihan searched the temple and luckily found some dry straw and a tattered cloth. She quickly spread the straw on the ground and hung the cloth over the broken window to block the wind.

Zhong Ye trembled as he pulled a tinder from his bag, but he couldn't light it despite several attempts. Seeing this, Lin Zihan pulled a piece of dry tinder from his pocket and helped him. Finally, they succeeded in lighting a small bonfire. The warm flames dispelled the chill, and the two of them sat around the fire, warming themselves.

"My dear wife, I'm glad you're here. If I were alone, I really don't know what I would do." Zhong Ye's eyes were full of dependence as he leaned on Lin Zihan's shoulder.

Lin Zihan smiled and patted his head: "Don't say that, you helped a lot along the way. But if you encounter danger in the future, you must stay calm and don't act impulsively."