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"Hurry up, Brother Xiaokang, if you delay any longer the food will not be ours." Jing Chunxi completely lost his patience.

Thinking of the food the people had painstakingly grown, which they couldn't even eat themselves, and every grain of wheat in the cracked fields, stained with blood and sweat, being hauled away in carts, fattening the Tartars and allowing them to slaughter the soldiers and civilians of Daqing, her back teeth clattered, and the taste of rust filled her mouth.

"Come on, let's ride on the same horse with Brother Xiaokang." He climbed onto the horse first, his movements a little clumsy due to fatigue. He stretched out his open palm towards Jing Chunxi, with red marks from the reins still on his palm lines.

Jing Chunxi stretched out her right hand without hesitation. She knew very well that she really did not have the ability to ride a horse alone, and her legs were now as soft as boiled noodles.

If the stalemate continues, the only losses will be food and civilians. The cries of the refugees seem to echo in my ears.

He reached out and clasped his hands together tightly. She could feel the thick calluses on his palms. With a pull and a lift, he leaped up and sat in front of Xu Zize, his back pressed against his solid chest.

"Everyone else listen up," Xu Zize turned around and looked at everyone, his voice trembling slightly with anger.

"We will follow the orders of the prince (master)." As soon as they responded, everyone jumped up, the armor colliding with each other made a clanging sound, and they sat steadily on the horses.

"From now on, no one can run ahead of this prince. Quick feet, you and Xiaoman should be at least twenty steps away from us." His eyes swept across everyone's face like a knife, giving people an unquestionable sense of deterrence.

Everyone was confused as to what the master meant by this decision, but they immediately obeyed loudly, "Yes."

The sound echoed in the empty field, startling a few sparrows in the distant treetops.

A cloak covered the entire body of both of them.

The thick black cloak fluttered in the night wind, like a dark cloud, tightly wrapping the two people on horseback.

Xu Zize's arms were tightly wrapped around Jing Chunxi's waist, her back pressed against his chest, and she could clearly feel his rapid yet steady heartbeat.

The wind blew in through the gaps in the cloak, bringing with it a biting chill, but the fox fur lining the cloak felt warm against her skin, making her feel a rare sense of security and warmth.

The whip swung in a sharp arc in the air, the black horse neighed, and its four hooves flew, leaving the person behind it a full twenty steps away.

"Xi'er, go into the space and have a good sleep."

Xu Zize then lowered his head slightly, his thin lips almost touching Jing Chunxi's earlobe, his voice low and gentle, yet with a firmness that could not be refused.

His breath was warm, brushing against the tip of her ear, causing her to shrink her neck involuntarily.

After he said that, he gently pushed her from behind. Seeing that she didn't move immediately, he gently placed his palm on her back. The force was not strong, but it carried an irresistible meaning.

Seeing that she was still hesitant, he sighed softly, his voice revealing a hint of fatigue, but also a bit of doting.

He urged, "Xi'er, wait until you have enough rest before you take over for Brother Xiaokang. Brother is tired too." After saying that, he gently rubbed the top of her head with his chin.

Having said that, Jing Chunxi no longer hesitated and disappeared in front of him with a sudden sound, entering the space. This also saved the two of them from riding together, which would have been a burden and slowed down their speed.

Her figure suddenly vanished, leaving only the cold wind beneath her cloak. Xu Zize's arms felt lighter, and his eyes dimmed slightly, but he quickly tightened his jaw, gripped the reins, and spurred his horse into a gallop.

With one person missing, the horses were indeed faster, the sound of their hooves like thunder, tearing a crack in the night.

Jing Chunxi also felt that only when he had enough sleep and was refreshed could he let Xu Zize go into the space to rest. This would be good for everyone.

Jing Chunxi stood in the space and exhaled softly. She rubbed her aching back and thought to herself that she must let Xu Zize come in and rest for a while in two hours.

He had been running around for days, and the dark circles under his eyes were frighteningly deep. If he continued like this, even a strong body wouldn't be able to withstand it.

The water in the wooden barrel was steaming slightly. With a flick of her finger, well water gurgled in, the perfect temperature. She took off all her clothes and stepped barefoot on the wooden floor, her skin slightly cooled by the breeze.

She couldn't wait to step into the water. The warm water instantly wrapped around her whole body, making her so comfortable that she almost sighed.

It was so comfortable! Warm water vapor lingered around me, just like bathing in a warm embrace.

She closed her eyes and let the hot water flow over her shoulders. In the mist, she seemed to be back on horseback. Xu Zize's chest was pressed against her back, and his body temperature could be felt through the fabric of her clothes, making her feel at ease even in this cold night.

It's still cold, and although the weather isn't hot yet, she has to work hard for so many days and it's really impossible not to take a shower. But she feels very uncomfortable if she doesn't wash her face and only rinses her mouth with water during the day.

She scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face, the fatigue from days of traveling seeming to wash away some of it. Her fingertips touched her cheek, and she realized her skin had become much rougher. These past few days, living outdoors, even the most basic washing had become a luxury.

The pink quilt was as soft as a cloud. She curled up in it, and a faint scent of incense lingered at the tip of her nose, a bit like the soothing incense that Xu Zize usually lit for her.

Her eyelids grew heavier, and she finally allowed herself to fall into a deep sleep. In her dream, it seemed like a misty morning...

In the mist-shrouded Hall of Mental Cultivation, all the officials gathered in the court. At this moment, they were all intimidated by the Prince of Yan, who was holding a sword and leaning against the dragon throne.

Grayish-white mist drifted in from outside the hall, entwined between the coiled dragon pillars, and enveloped the entire Hall of Mental Cultivation in a hazy atmosphere.

The Prince of Yan's long sword shone with a cold light, the tip of the sword was firmly against the emperor's throat, and the tassel of the sword swayed slightly, like a snake spitting out its tongue.

They didn't expect that when they went to court today, they would be greeted by such a storm.

All officials were silent. No one had expected that the Prince of Yan, who was far away in Lingnan, would enter the capital without permission, and force his way to the palace with a sword in full view of the public while the imperial guards were completely unprepared.

The hall was eerily quiet, with only the occasional crackling of candlelight, like some ominous omen.

The dog emperor on the dragon throne was already trembling with fear, his face turning blue, but he still pretended to be calm, and squeezed out a trembling sound with obvious guilt from his mouth.

His fingers clasped the armrests of the dragon throne so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the pearl curtains on his crown rustled as he trembled. His lips trembled as he managed to squeeze out a word, but his voice was so hollow that it seemed to float in the air.

"Royal brother, you are courting death. You are planning a rebellion. Let's see how you can stand in front of the royal family and how you can face our ancestors."

His voice was shrill, like a chicken with its neck pinched. He was obviously scared to death, but he still maintained the majesty of an emperor. It was both ridiculous and pathetic.

"Hahaha! Rebellion? It was you who killed your father and usurped the throne, and now you come to me and tell me you're rebelling?"

The Prince of Yan's laughter resounded like thunder, shaking the hearts of the entire court. His eyes were as sharp as knives, piercing the emperor directly, as if to tear his hypocritical mask apart completely.