Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

The Wei emperor was worried that Nanling would send troops against Wei, so he promised in his letter that he would give up a city.

Such actions were utterly shocking to the people, yet they were powerless to stop them.

north.

The cold wind howled, and all that could be seen was a vast expanse of white. Towering icebergs stood behind the Northern Border City. Meng Tong arrived at night.

Snowflakes were falling heavily from the sky, and the woman was wrapped in a thick cloak and a post-apocalyptic raincoat.

Landing on the snow-capped mountain, the woman's indifferent eyes swept around before she walked towards the brightly lit area below.

Although the weather was cold, the northern border was indeed more bustling than the capital.

Women, men, and children, all wrapped in thick cloaks, were playing in the streets.

All kinds of shops were wide open, and Meng Tong could smell the rich aroma as he walked down the street.

There is both lamb and beef.

I randomly picked a shop and went inside. A rosy-cheeked waiter came over to me.

"Young lady, what would you like to eat if you're traveling alone? We have mutton hot pot and roasted yak meat."

Taking off her raincoat, the woman casually glanced around the room. Seeing the steaming pot on the table, Meng Tong smiled faintly and said, "Let's have this!"

"This is a mutton hot pot, for the girl alone."

"Ah."

I followed the waiter to a secluded table, put down the raincoat I was holding, and after asking him a few more questions, he left.

It felt a bit like eating hot pot. While waiting, Meng Tong's eyes were inadvertently scanning the restaurant.

The decor is novel and beautiful, the space is spacious and grand, and each table is surrounded by a wooden screen, which ensures privacy while allowing you to feel the lively atmosphere.

The mutton hot pot was served quickly, the boiling aluminum pot filled with delicious mutton.

"Would you like some wine, young lady? This mutton hot pot is best enjoyed with wine. We have plum wine here that's especially suitable for women."

The waiter placed the pot in a specific spot on the table and began enthusiastically promoting it.

After drinking a bowl of steaming hot mutton soup, the chill in Meng Tong's body vanished instantly.

"Give me a pot of tea, and by the way, give me a serving of your roasted yak meat too."

"Alright!" The waiter happily noted it down and bowed as he left the room. "Please wait a moment, miss."

Nodding, Meng Tong picked up his chopsticks and started eating the mutton hot pot.

The meat is tender and juicy, and the restaurant also provides a special and fragrant dipping sauce.

One bite and it's a delicious treat on the tip of your tongue.

Suddenly I feel that the ancients were the people who truly understood food, preserving the original flavor of the food to the greatest extent possible, making eating it a pure enjoyment.

After eating a few bites of mutton, Meng Tong felt warm all over; there's a reason why this stuff is so popular in the Northern Territory.

As she ate her mutton, the woman's eyes would occasionally glance around.

The waiter soon brought over her plum wine and roasted yak meat.

The wine is sweet and mellow with a hint of spiciness, the beef is chewy and tender, and the butter coating the tender beef is an absolute delight for the taste buds.

The yak meat from the North was not quite what Meng Tong had imagined. The yak meat she had eaten before was usually made into beef jerky.

In her preconceived notion, the beef should be dry and tough, but it turned out to be not only not dry but also very tender and juicy, with a crispy exterior and tender interior, making it incredibly satisfying to eat.

A bite of mutton, a bite of beef, a sip of wine—Meng Tong's trip was a complete success.

……

Outside, snow was falling heavily, but inside the house it was bustling with activity, with a stove placed every few tables.

One reason is to keep warm, and the other is to reheat the food for customers whose dishes have gotten cold.

To be honest, this was the best service Meng Tong had ever seen at a store, and she was very curious about who the owner was.

After a satisfying meal, more than an hour had passed in the blink of an eye. Meng Tong went to the counter to pay the bill and also asked his question.

"Miss, your total bill is twenty-five taels, including ten taels for the mutton hot pot, ten taels for the roasted yak meat, and five taels for the plum wine."

After taking the silver note from the woman, the shopkeeper answered Meng Tong's question while giving change.

"If you'd like to buy live sheep or cattle, please leave me an address. I'll have my waiter come and invite you tomorrow, and we'll go to the market outside the city to take a look."

"I just arrived and haven't found a place to stay yet. How about I come back tomorrow?"

Meng Tong took the change and said...

The shopkeeper naturally agreed, and quickly said with a smile, "Alright, then take care, young lady."

"Ah."

As Meng Tong left the restaurant, he looked up at the snow falling from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, her hair turned completely white. She pulled up the hood of her cloak and put it on, then walked towards the eaves.

As he brushed past a tall figure, Meng Tong kept his head down and walked toward the inn not far away.

Zhou Yan, who had suddenly stopped, turned to look at the figure that had disappeared into the street.

His pale face looked even more frail in the snowy night, and the thick cloak could not hide the man's thin figure.

Standing beside Zhou Yan with an umbrella, Zhou Fu followed his gaze.

When no one could be seen, the man called out, "Your Highness, please come inside! The snow is getting heavier."

"Ah."

With a soft response, Zhou Yan looked away, a snowflake landing on her eyelashes and instantly melting into water before sliding off.

This creates the illusion of tears.

I raised my hand to touch my cheek, but my hand was so cold I couldn't even feel it.

Stepping into the bustling restaurant, Zhou Yan asked in a low voice, "Any news?"

"Your Highness means..."

After folding his umbrella, Zhou Fu casually handed the items to the shopkeeper.

He accepted it carefully, not daring to speak. Then, after watching the two go upstairs, the innkeeper beckoned a waiter in the lobby and said, "Send a mutton hot pot and a pot of plum wine to the second floor."

"Yes."

Not daring to ask any more questions, the waiter hurried to the kitchen.

After a few seconds of processing Zhou Yan's words, Zhou Fu awkwardly touched his nose and whispered, "No, it's as if they disappeared after the Yun family."

"There are no clues."

Zhou Fu pushed open the door to let Zhou Yan in, then closed it behind him and asked, "Did Your Highness see someone you know just now?"

He couldn't very well ask in the bustling street, but Zhou Fu voiced his doubts at that moment.

His brows furrowed slightly, and an unnatural blush appeared on his pale face.

The tip of her high, straight nose was also tinged with red; the weather was indeed cold.

Sitting in the chair Zhou Fu pulled out, Zhou Yan took out the hand warmer from his arms, his eyes seemingly recalling the glimpse he had just caught.

Although he doesn't have a photographic memory, he has certainly met countless people.

Zhou Yan thought that slender figure looked like Meng Tong.

"Is there any investigation in the North?"

"We checked, and no merchant caravans from Lin Yuan Kingdom have come here in the past six months, except for the batch of grain sent by the Yun family."