Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Late at night, in the study of the Xiangyang Marshal's Mansion.

The candlelight flickered.

Huang Rong sat behind a large rosewood desk, holding a vermilion pen in her hand, but her gaze did not fall on the city defense notice in front of her at all.

She was wearing an extremely large, plain-colored robe with a high neckline.

At this moment, she is suffering greatly.

That little thief Yang Guo has been gone from Xiangyang for more than ten days.

Judging by the days, he, along with Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying, should have already entered the Zhongnan Mountain area.

Thinking of Cheng Ying, Huang Rong's heart was in turmoil.

Cheng Ying was the last disciple of her master, Huang Yaoshi. She was always aloof and proud, and valued rules the most.

Unfortunately, she was targeted by Yang Guo, that shameless rogue with no bottom line.

Huang Rong knew Yang Guo's methods all too well.

That guy acts recklessly; if he sets his sights on a woman, he'll do anything to get her.

Cheng Ying was completely powerless to resist after he planted that strange Qiankun Technique mark on her.

Huang Rong closed her eyes, and absurd images uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

In the desolate wilderness, in a dilapidated temple and cave.

Yang Guo will definitely find various excuses to make things difficult for Cheng Ying.

With her aloof nature, my junior sister is no match for Yang Guo and will surely be completely controlled by that rascal.

just in case……

Huang Rong's breathing became rapid.

She was both worried and annoyed by her junior's situation, and also felt a vague sense of unease.

Yang Guo had infuriated her in the study, but then left, leaving her alone in the marshal's mansion, feeling uneasy.

Huang Rong bit her lower lip, her pearly teeth leaving deep marks on her soft lips.

She put down the vermilion pen and rubbed her temples.

Suddenly, a series of steady footsteps came from outside the door.

Guo Jing's voice rang out from outside the door.

"Rong'er, are you resting?"

Huang Rong trembled with fright.

She quickly adjusted her posture, bringing her legs together and straightening her back, then picked up the vermilion pen and held it above the notice.

"Brother Jing, come in."

Huang Rong spoke, her voice carrying a hint of suppressed panic.

The study door was pushed open.

Guo Jing walked in carrying a bowl of steaming ginseng soup.

He was dressed in coarse cloth, his brows slightly furrowed, and his face showed signs of fatigue.

"It's late at night, why are you still looking at official documents?"

Guo Jing walked to the desk and put down the ginseng soup.

Huang Rong raised her head, her gaze falling on Guo Jing's honest face, and a deep sense of guilt welled up in her heart.

Her husband toiled day and night for the safety of Xiangyang, while she was in her study, her mind in turmoil because of Yang Guo, imagining those absurd scenes.

"There are quite a few city defense notices delivered today. I need to approve them quickly so they can be distributed early tomorrow morning."

Huang Rong put down her pen, picked up the ginseng soup and took a sip, using this to cover up her unease.

Guo Jing sighed and pulled up a chair to sit down opposite Huang Rong.

"Rong'er, thank you for your hard work."

"The Mongolian army has been moving around frequently these days, and I have a feeling that something big is about to happen."

Huang Rong put down the soup bowl and forced herself to focus on the important matter at hand.

"Has Brother Jing received any military intelligence?"

Guo Jing nodded, his expression solemn.

"In the Black Wind Valley area west of the city, traces of Mongol scouts have been discovered in recent days."

"That place is remote and dangerous, and few people go there normally."

"It is highly unusual for the Mongols to suddenly send people there to investigate."

Huang Rong frowned slightly, quickly recalling a map of the terrain surrounding Xiangyang in her mind.

"Black Wind Valley..."

Huang Rong murmured the place name.

Guo Jing continued, "I plan to personally lead five hundred light cavalry out of the city on the fifth day of next month to investigate Black Wind Valley."

"If there are indeed Mongol troops lurking in the area, they must be eliminated as soon as possible. We cannot leave such a threat in the heart of Xiangyang."

The fifth day of next month.

Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and an extremely dangerous premonition surged into her mind.

She stood up and walked to the wall next to the desk.

A huge map of Xiangyang's defenses hangs on the wall.

Guo Jing followed and stood beside her.

Huang Rong stretched out her slender finger and pointed to a spot on the map.

"Brother Jing, look, the terrain of Black Wind Valley is extremely unique."

"There are sheer cliffs on both sides, with only a narrow passage in the middle."

"The valley is perpetually shrouded in darkness, with piles of decaying leaves and a pervasive miasma."

Huang Rong turned her head, looked into Guo Jing's eyes, and spoke in a very serious tone.

"This place is easy to enter but difficult to leave."

"If the Mongol army sets up an ambush at the valley entrance and above the cliff, once the 500 light cavalry enter, they won't even have room to turn around."

"This is tantamount to a dead end."

Guo Jing looked at the map and remained silent for a moment.

"I know it's dangerous there."

"That's precisely why I must go in person."

Guo Jing's tone was resolute.

"Ordinary generals would be completely unable to handle unexpected situations."

"I am the garrison commander of Xiangyang, and only I can tackle this tough nut."

Huang Rong became anxious.

She knew Guo Jing's temperament all too well.

Once he's made up his mind, nothing can change it.

This kind of personality makes one appear righteous and awe-inspiring in ordinary times, but in the event of a battle between two armies, one can easily be taken advantage of.

"Brother Jing, you absolutely mustn't go!"

Huang Rong reached out and grabbed Guo Jing's sleeve.

"Since the Mongol army dared to show up in Black Wind Valley, it's clear they're trying to lure you out of the city."

"That old scoundrel, the Golden Wheel Monk, is full of cunning. He must have known that you would personally go to investigate the hidden dangers."

Guo Jing patted Huang Rong's hand and comforted her, "Rong'er, you're overthinking it."

"Even if the Golden Wheel Monk has set an ambush, it wouldn't be difficult for me to escape with my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

"As long as I can figure out their true strength and weaknesses, Xiangyang will be a little safer."

Huang Rong stomped her foot in anger and continued to persuade him: "Brother Jing, you can't fight a war solely based on bravery."

"Black Wind Valley is a treacherous place. If the Golden Wheel Monk resorts to underhanded tactics, how will you escape?"

Guo Jing shook his head.

"My mind is made up. On the fifth day of next month, I will lead my men out of the city. The city's defenses will be in your hands."

Huang Rong knew that trying to persuade her directly was useless, so she had to try another method.

"Then let's send some people to scout things out first. Have the Beggars' Sect's elite disciples infiltrate the outer perimeter of Black Wind Valley in batches. Once we have a clear understanding of the situation inside, you can make a decision."

Guo Jing resolutely refused.

"Although the Beggars' Clan brothers are loyal and righteous, their martial arts skills vary greatly. The Golden Wheel Monk is surrounded by many masters; if Beggars' Clan disciples go there, they will only be throwing their lives away. I cannot use my brothers' lives to fill this hole."

The two remained locked in a stalemate at the desk.

Guo Jing looked at Huang Rong's flushed cheeks, which were red from anxiety, and assumed that she was just worried about his safety.

He reached out and placed his hands on Huang Rong's shoulders.

Huang Rong's body stiffened.

Guo Jing's palms were broad and strong, and Huang Rong could still feel their warmth even through his plain robe.

If Guo Jing were to delve deeper into her current state of unease, he would surely discover the complex feelings she harbors for Yang Guo.

"Rong'er, it's getting late. Let's look at these documents tomorrow. Let's go back to our room and rest." Guo Jing softened his voice and gently massaged Huang Rong's shoulder.

Huang Rong's heart pounded like a drum, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

Go back to your room to rest?

She and Guo Jing had been sleeping in separate rooms for a long time, could it be that tonight...?

No, absolutely not...

She hurriedly took a step back and broke free from Guo Jing's hands.

"Brother Jing, you should go back to sleep first." Huang Rong grabbed the vermilion pen from the table haphazardly, lowered her head, and dared not look Guo Jing in the eye. "These city defense proclamations are extremely important. The generals will need them for their meeting first thing tomorrow morning, so I must finish approving them tonight."

Guo Jing, seeing her dodging movements, assumed she was angry about what happened at Black Wind Valley.

He's always been bad with words and doesn't know how to coax women.

"Then don't stay up too late, take care of yourself." Guo Jing sighed and turned to walk out the door.

The study door closed, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Huang Rong's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the large rosewood chair.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.

It almost became impossible to hide.

Huang Rong raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, forcing herself to calm down.

Guo Jing is going to Black Wind Valley on the fifth day of next month, and there is absolutely no possibility of this changing.

Huang Rong was certain that this was a deadly trap set for Guo Jing. The Golden Wheel Monk must have laid a net of inescapable traps in Black Wind Valley, just waiting for Guo Jing to fall into it.

If Guo Jing dies in Black Wind Valley, Xiangyang City will be leaderless and will inevitably fall.

Huang Rong would never stand by and watch her husband go to his death.

She picked up the vermilion pen again, pulled out a blank sheet of paper, and quickly wrote down several orders.

She ordered all the elite members of the Beggars' Sect in the city to immediately rush to the outskirts of Black Wind Valley in the west of the city. No matter how many were killed or wounded, she had to find out all the details about the Golden Wheel Monk before the fifth day of the new year.

After writing the warrant, Huang Rong put it into an envelope and sealed it with sealing wax.

She leaned back in her chair, completely exhausted.

The Beggars' Sect disciples alone couldn't possibly stop the Golden Wheel Monk. That old thief possessed extremely high martial arts skills and was accompanied by a large group of experts.

To break this deadlock, we need the help of a top expert.

Involuntarily, Yang Guo's face with a wicked smile appeared in Huang Rong's mind.

Although Yang Guo, that little thief, acted despicably and was full of evil intentions, he was extremely skilled in martial arts and ruthless in his methods, never caring about any chivalrous code.

Guo Jing's straightforward approach was completely ineffective against a treacherous and cunning villain like Jinlun Fawang. Only a rogue like Yang Guo, who was even more wicked than the villain himself, could break the deadlock.

"You little thief, when are you coming back?"

Huang Rong murmured softly, her tone carrying an expectation that even she herself was unaware of.

She only hoped that Yang Guo could return to Xiangyang before the fifth day of next month. As long as he came back, she would accept it even if she had to endure more verbal humiliation and manipulation from him.

The night grew deeper.

Huang Rong put away the warrant, walked to the window, and pushed open the carved wooden window.

The night breeze dispelled the oppressive atmosphere in the study, but it couldn't dispel the anxiety in her heart.

The fifth day of next month.

She doesn't have much time left.

She had to come up with a foolproof plan before Guo Jing left the city.