In the years of famine, I was well versed in history and pampered the Northern Army

That night, Lu Yan lay awake thinking about his future.

It’s true that he wants to live.

But he was not only carrying the fate of himself, but also the fate of all the Zhenbei Army, and even millions of Nanxiang people, including the Xu family, and the Empress Dowager in the Central Palace, his mother.

Everyone's fate depends on him. If he retreats, their lives will be worthless.

So he not only wanted to live, but also had to live.

But... is it really the only way to force the emperor to abdicate?

Thinking that he was the only legitimate son, but not the crown prince and was even being bullied by others, Lu Yan felt bitter.

It would be fine if they were really people who could bring welfare to Yun Jin. At worst, they would die for their country as long as they could treat his mother well.

But the reality is too cruel, he can't get what he wants.

Lu Yan was thinking about this when he thought of the witch.

The witch can do anything, so does she never have any worries?

A shrine maiden is omnipotent, so she must be very happy, right? Or perhaps she is like a god, without sadness or joy, and is incomparably holy.

But just as Lu Yan was thinking about Chu Qingyin, he suddenly felt his bracelet become wet.

Some water droplets were clearly visible on it.

He wondered:

Although this bracelet can teleport objects, unless the witch wants to send it, or it belongs to the witch, ordinary objects will not be transmitted when they come into contact with the bracelet.

What's more, the witch can now move objects and choose their placement, so how could these small water droplets be transmitted over?

Lu Yan suddenly woke up: Could this be the blood of the witch?

He panicked at the thought of this. The smell didn't smell like rust, but it did smell salty. He quickly opened the candle to see, but it was just water droplets.

And they appeared one after another. Lu Yan didn't understand why, he just felt strange:

Late in the night, is this thing the witch's or is she trying to send it to me?

But on the other side, Chu Qingyin had already accepted the news of her uncle's death that night and lay on the bed in pain.

When she looked up, she suddenly saw a piece of paper on the bed, which was wet with tears.

When I opened it, I saw Lu Yan's handwriting:

"I wonder what the witch's intention is in sending these water droplets to me late at night? Lu Yan is a bit clueless, so please explain it to me."

Chu Qingyin suddenly came to her senses. How could she have sent her tears to Lu Yan?

"Sorry to bother you, these are my tears. I don't know how they were sent here. Go to bed early. You have to practice tomorrow morning."

When Lu Yan saw the witch's beautiful handwriting and such a niche word as tears together, his brain suddenly froze for a moment.

The witch is so omnipotent, could she also have worries?

But he had never even had contact with girls since he was a child, so he had no idea how to comfort Chu Qingyin if she cried.

After a long time, when the first candle was almost burnt out and Chu Qingyin was tired of crying, Lu Yan finally handed her his note:

"Does the witch have troubles too?"

Chu Qingyin looked at him and smiled. Lu Yan's little straight man's thoughts were still a bit cute.

“Even the gods in heaven have things they cannot obtain.”

"You are omnipotent and can fight for anything you want. Don't always fight for us, fight for yourself too."

Chu Qingyin smiled bitterly:

"I also want to fight for myself, but many times, we are just ordinary creatures in the vast world. You may think I can call the wind and rain, but there are too many things I want but cannot obtain. These things may seem magical, but if they can bring me what I want, I would rather exchange them at any price."

After hearing these things, Lu Yan fell silent.

If the witch is a fairy, she is naturally without a father or a mother. If the witch wants money or a beautiful face, that is impossible, because she already has it, and even more has been given to them.

If she said a little more, then she might be asking for her sweetheart.

If it’s a sweetheart… Do gods also have sweethearts?

Thinking about this, Lu Yan felt uncomfortable for some reason. He was not a talkative person, but today he couldn't help but ask:

"Is the one the witch wants but can't get a human?"

"Yes."

Chu Qingyin answered clearly and concisely. She was so heartbroken about her uncle's matter tonight that she had no time to think about the meaning behind these questions.

"The one who can satisfy the desires of the miko must be very happy."

Chu Qingyin sighed:

"He was not happy. He worked very hard and suffered a lot for me in his life, but I couldn't do anything to help him when he died."

These words further intensified Lu Yan's suspicion.

He originally thought that he would not have any desire for the witch, but when he heard her say these words, he was still heartbroken and couldn't breathe.

As expected, the witch...as expected...

Forget it. Who the hell was Lu Yan? She was a deity, and he was just an unloved little prince who could be killed at any moment. How could he even dream of a witch?

"The person the witch is praying for must be a good person. If Lu Yan can return to the capital alive in the future, I will definitely build a temple for the witch and pray for her and her loved ones."

Lu Yan's eyes stared at the ground, becoming increasingly deep, yet also increasingly lifeless, until the candle burned out.

I had already been sleepless all night, and I will be even more sleepless the next night.

The next day, everyone looked at Lu Yan's listless yet gloomy face.

Everyone thought it was because of the palace, but Lu Yan was not like that. He had already decided that he had to fight the battle against Yun Jin. If it was really necessary, he would definitely not show mercy.

He's just sad.

He could not forget what the witch had said.

He was also sad. The heartache he felt at that moment last night was so real. It was the ironclad proof that he had fallen in love with the witch.

But myself...

How can I desire her?

General Xiao Li saw Lu Yan's dejected expression and came over:

"Your Highness, you don't have to worry about this. With all of us bringing Tukar's men and even the witches to help, it would be easy to change the master of Yunjin. Besides, you have already won the hearts of the people, so what is there to be sad about?"

But General Xiao Li mentioned the witch in his words just now, and Lu Yan's heart sank to the bottom again.

"I understand everything you said."

"Then you are..."

Lu Yan didn't want to tell others about his thoughts, so he just evaded them:

"Don't worry about me. I'll tell you about these plans later."

Now they have the best equipment with the crystals at the foot of the mountain, and with so many people, they can dig them all up in less than two months.

Didn’t the Queen Mother say that he had to recruit all the Nanxiang people before he could return to the capital?

Anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was intended to trap Lu Yan in Beidi, but who could have predicted that before this, Lu Yan had already taken Nanxiang into his pocket?