Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

The paper was indeed still there, but part of it was stained with water, and the writing was blurred.

“I’m so sorry, Madam. One night the wind blew open the curtains and some snow got in. It blew onto this calligraphy book. I was sleeping soundly and only noticed it the next day.”

That's it again!

Without leaving a trace.

"It's a shame you still kept this piece of waste paper."

Sang Ning is now relieved that Jin Tang is alright. The only things Heaven wants to erase are their memories and her, this outcast.

The Thunderclap can't be made anymore.

Without divine weapons or anything deemed opportunistic by the heavens, the soldiers could only rely on their own abilities to survive or perish in battle after battle.

In truth, life and death are predetermined.

That's roughly what the Way of Heaven means.

Sang Ning was completely powerless; what else could she do?

Has her mission been accomplished? Is she about to meet her destined end?

"Fourth Sister-in-law, it's not a big deal that we don't have the Thunderclap Bomb. Our Huo Family Army is not what it used to be. Outsiders call us the Iron Army!"

Although Huo Jingya was trying to comfort Sang Ning, what she said was the truth.

Especially in her elite team, she received more training than others and was more skilled!

During this period, many people were eliminated and new ones were added, and in the end, those who remained were truly all elites.

If we're attacking a city, teamwork makes us unstoppable.

Today's elite team is the embodiment of thunder!

A sharp arrow paving the way for the army!

“You’re right!” Sang Ning gradually understood.

She doesn't have much time left; she can't waste it like this.

She misunderstood. The Huo family army's journey to where it is today was initially achieved by using the Thunderclap Bomb to open up the situation; the most important factor afterward was the soldiers' own hard work and fighting.

So what if there's no thunderous roar?

What's truly formidable is an invincible, iron-willed army!

"Jingya, call Shao Qing and the others over. Let's discuss what to do next."

……

As Sang Ning had predicted, Emperor Qiguang was overjoyed that the Huo family army would travel thousands of miles to the southern border to deal with Hong Kang.

"Excellent! Heaven has surely favored our royal lineage!"

"Borrow a passage? Of course we'll borrow it."

"However, going to southern Xinjiang is easy, but coming back is another story!"

Because of his unusual excitement, a faint hint of deep blue appeared at the bottom of his eyes.

He quickly composed himself after just a moment.

"Someone, go and send a message to Huo Chang'an, no, send a message to Sang Qing's good daughter, that bastard!"

Yan Mingyu became suspicious of Sang Xiuqi because he heard that Sang Ning held a high position in the Huo family army and that she had cured Huo Chang'an's body. After being punished, Sang Xiuqi finally told the truth.

It turns out that Sang Ning'er is actually Huo Zhennan's child!

"We should publicize this great incestuous sibling drama."

The hall was empty, with only his voice heard.

"Feig? Feig?" he called out twice more.

No one responded.

"Running off again without permission!" Yan Mingyu was very angry.

But there's nothing I can do about that person.

Meanwhile, the person he called out to, Feig, was following behind the messenger guard.

He was worried that the guard wouldn't be able to leave the palace.

Sure enough, the guard collapsed in a secluded spot around the corner.

"Song Chan! Get out here!"

A woman dressed in a black robe and wearing a black conical hat came out.

"Song Chan, don't even think about stopping the Huo family army from going to the Southern Frontier!"

“Feige.” The woman’s voice was also hoarse and dark.

"You Northern Mongols have all been driven to the Orlun River. The old king is dead. You contacted the new king, but he ignored you. You still want to dominate the Central Plains?"

"That's none of your business!" Feig said through gritted teeth as his wound was touched.

"Hongkang promised that if we killed Huo Zhennan's family, he would help us conquer the Central Plains. Now that we've only temporarily withdrawn, he wants to break his promise?"

Song Chan scoffed. Her face was hidden under the bamboo hat, but her contempt was palpable.

“Our prince’s actions were merely a temporary measure; you actually took them seriously.”

How could the master of Dongyang allow you outsiders to sit here?

Also, did you guys kill them?

You left the most powerful one behind, and now our prince has an unexpected formidable enemy.

You still have the nerve to talk about breach of contract!

To deal with the Huo family army, you must come; don't try to shift the blame elsewhere!

They were previously united by mutual interests, but now they are naturally at odds over their own interests.

Feige knew he had to kill this witch today, or the news wouldn't get out.

With a wave of his hand, a group of guards appeared on the high palace wall.

"Kill! Uh..."

A long sword pierced through his abdomen from behind.

At the same time, the guards also collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Feig stared wide-eyed, turning around in disbelief.

"Old Poison Liu, you...you've broken your promise!"

"What betrayal? That's laughable! It's true that you Northern Mongols rescued me from prison back then, but that was because you needed me! It was nothing but mutual exploitation, so what's with the talk of loyalty!"

Old Liu had triangular eyes and deep wrinkles around his eyes, giving him a sinister look.

He drew his sword, and Feig fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, revealing a faint deep blue hue.

"Bah! Fool! Your old king of Northern Mongolia is dead, yet you're still dreaming of conquering the Central Plains. Talking to me about integrity? I've suffered my share of humiliation at the hands of those barbarians in Northern Mongolia!"

Old Liu clapped his hands and began to boast to Song Chan.

His thieving eyes seemed to want to pierce through the black veil of the straw hat.

He was captivated ever since he saw the face beneath the veil.

The beauty of women from the southern border is indeed remarkable.

He didn't find the stench of her poisonous body smelling bad; it matched the stench of his own poison perfectly!

"Songchan, what's next?"

"You dispose of these corpses, and I'm going out of the palace."

What are you doing leaving the palace?

"You don't need to ask any more questions."

Even the cicada's hoarse voice had a unique charm in Old Liu's poisonous ears.

Indeed, poisons attract poisons, and moss grows outside the outhouse.

Song Chan left the palace and headed straight for the Hua family.

……

The Hua family is of noble and distinguished lineage.

Because of the Grand Princess, they have remained the most prominent family in the capital for decades.

Carved beams and painted rafters, magnificent and imposing.

Among the layers of courtyards, there is a magnificent yet most tranquil independent courtyard.

That is the residence of Hua Shizi, the only son of the Hua family.

At this moment, in the elegant and luxurious room covered with a thick cashmere carpet.

The refined and pure-looking young man was fiddling with two crudely made wedding clothes that seemed completely out of place in the room, sitting by the bed.

One men's style and one women's style.

Lay it flat on the bed.

Then, he took the men's sleeve and draped it over the women's.

Then he took the women's sleeve and draped it over the men's.

After arranging them, the two pieces of clothing are in a hugging pose.

"I am Xiaoya."