As she sensed the emotional turmoil of Manhu standing behind her, Ge Xinwei’s eyes turned cold. She smiled and said, “Are you so afraid of him? So afraid that even stabbing yourself twice can’t suppress it?”

Huang Beishuang coughed and replied, “I am very afraid, but I must protect my people.”

“Hmph!” Ge Xinwei sneered, “Saying it like that, does it mean there’s room for negotiation?”

Huang Beishuang looked at her and smiled gently, “You’re very clever.”

Ge Xinwei leaned back, “Likewise. Then I won’t beat around the bush. He only wants you. Come with me, and the war can end bloodlessly. I guarantee it!”

“What gives you the right to guarantee that?”

“Because I’m Ruo Wen’s bedmate!” Ge Xinwei couldn’t help but taunt.

Huang Beishuang also leaned back and said calmly, “But your eyes tell me that you’re afraid of him too!” As she spoke, she couldn’t help but cough up blood before looking up at Ge Xinwei, “You can’t control him at all!”

Ge Xinwei’s expression changed slightly. She sniffled and said, “If you have any other options, you can propose them!”

Huang Beishuang lowered her eyes, pondering for a while before saying bitterly, “If I had any, why would I do this? The condition is that you can only take me alone!”

“Na Xiu!” As soon as she said this, Lian Huanyepei and others were shocked. In an instant, their swords were drawn, blocking Huang Beishuang’s front. “No one is allowed to come a step closer!” Lian Huan shouted angrily. They had all been captives of Ruo Wen before and knew what fate awaited them if they surrendered.

“General Wu!” Huang Beishuang, sitting behind, called out to Wu Jihai, who was also holding a sword to protect her, “After I leave, you should quickly return! Take them with you. Tell His Majesty that I’ve done all I could, and he… doesn’t need to wait for me anymore.”

As she spoke, she stood up and walked towards Ge Xinwei, looking somewhat miserable.

“Na Xiu!” The eight generals and three maids all knelt, “We’ll go with you!”

“Wu Jihai, subdue them!” Huang Beishuang suddenly ordered loudly as she reached Ge Xinwei, startling everyone. Before Wu Jihai could give the order, Na Ke had already called people in to subdue the eleven kneeling individuals.

Huang Beishuang pulled up her fox fur coat, “My jiemashu trees must be about to bloom. It’s a pity I won’t see it.” With that, she walked out with Ge Xinwei.

“Na Xiu!” Only hoarse cries remained in the great hall.

Two hours passed, and no smoke rose from Fuping. As dawn broke, the cold light of early morning gradually elongated the shadows of the still fierce and undiminished Kuang soldiers. On the opposite side, many of the Mizan soldiers, three layers deep, were yawning.

“They’re coming out!” Langtou shouted excitedly as he saw the figures emerging from the opposite side.

In that group of figures, Manhu was at the front, still turning back to look occasionally. Behind him was Ge Xinwei, supporting a petite figure wrapped in a black coat. Ruo Wen’s eyes turned cold as he rode his horse over. Upon reaching them, he looked down and with a wave of his hand, pulled off the black coat, revealing the face that had haunted his dreams.

She was in his grasp now!

“Your Majesty!” Ge Xinwei looked at Ruo Wen standing before her, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. His cold eyes held nothing else.

Huang Beishuang, exposed to the cold wind, was not beautiful at all. Her pale complexion, bluish lips, and weak breath were not as he had imagined. She was not wearing the red splendid clothes, nor did she have those fiery eyes anymore. She looked so pitiful, thin, and desperate to cry. She just lowered her head, looking at the small holes the leopard horse’s black hooves made in the yellow earth.

“Raise your head!” Ruo Wen stared at her, his expression somewhat strange.

Huang Beishuang smiled miserably and slowly raised her head.

Ruo Wen looked at this face, so different from his memory, for a very long time. Finally, he burst into wild laughter, scooped her up with one hand, and wrapped her in his cloak. Then, at a close distance, he deeply kissed her pale, helpless lips. The kiss was too violent, leaving only harm in her mouth and tongue. Blood, dripping out bit by bit, lingered lonely at the corner of her mouth, making her look even more sorrowful.

As the bloody kiss ended, Ruo Wen tightly gripped her shoulder with one hand, pressing her deeply into his embrace, while his other hand gathered the horse’s reins. “Let’s go! Back to Zhun City!”

Langtou and Manhu exchanged glances and quickly gathered the troops to follow.

How would their leader treat her?

To possess a woman was the simplest thing; on a moonlit, windy night, all it took was enough strength.

However, when that woman had no spirit left, and all you could see in your eyes was unmistakable fragility, what should you do?

Moreover, when that fragility made you feel heartache when that fragility made you even more unable to control your desires.

At that time, how should you forcibly possess her?

Dawn broke, and the main force of Yunpei had completed their military review, just waiting for His Majesty to lead the expedition personally. Facing the sunlight, Na Zhan, dressed in red battle robes and carrying a sword, came to the now-silent Guanying Palace. At this time, only Sa Man was reading in the desolate courtyard. Seeing the king arrive, he quickly knelt, “Man greets Your Majesty!” The young voice was met with Na Zhan’s slightly haggard figure.

“Mm! Quite studious!” Na Zhan smiled. Just then, the first cool breeze of the morning blew fiercely, and young Sa Man stood in the courtyard shouting, “Snow! Snow!”

In the courtyard, twenty-one jiemashu trees had bloomed overnight. On the brown-yellow branches, there were no green leaves, only white flowers like snow. As the wind blew, petal after petal flew into the sky, lingering for a long time before falling to the ground. The entire courtyard seemed as if it were snowing, so beautiful! So pure!

Na Zhan stood under a jiemashu tree, reaching out to catch the falling petals. He sighed deeply, suddenly revealing a momentary expression of sorrow and near tears. He looked up at the sky, endless azure blue, with flying snow filling the heavens. It seemed as if he could faintly hear the cold sound of a flute coming from Mount Chang’e.

“Your Majesty!” Just as Na Zhan was immersed in his thoughts, he suddenly heard a sweet call. He turned his head in delight, but in an instant, his expression darkened. It was his beautiful consort, Zhen Qiu Youjia, who had just given birth to a son for him.

“Your Majesty!” Youjia smiled bitterly, walked to his side, and gently removed the flower petals that had fallen on his hair.

“Who are you waiting for?”