Killer Queen: Tyrant, prepare to die!

Chapter 76 Victory News from the Northern Border! Xiao Jue and Xue Lian convey their affection, Ye Huang's heart skips a beat.

When the war report from the north reached Hangzhou, it was already late autumn.

That morning, Qihuang Garden had just opened its gates.

A swift horse shattered the morning mist.

The knight on horseback was covered in frost, and his armor was still covered in unmelted snow.

"Urgent dispatch from the Northern Frontier—!"

The hoarse shout startled all the birds in the tree into flight.

Ye Huang is teaching Bao'er to recognize characters.

The pen tip paused.

The ink spread across the paper.

"Miss..." Jinshu's voice trembled.

Ye Huang put down her pen.

Get up.

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"Please let him in."

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The visitors were guards from the Prince of Zhenbei's residence.

He was in his early twenties and had a fresh scar on his face.

His eyes, however, were surprisingly bright.

"Lady Yehuang." He knelt on one knee, presenting a sealed letter sealed with wax with both hands. "The young master instructed me to deliver this to you personally."

Ye Huang accepted the letter.

The sealing wax bears Xiao Jue's personal seal.

Qilin treads on clouds.

Her hands were very steady as she opened the letter.

But only she knows.

My fingertips felt slightly cool.

The letter was very long.

Xiao Jue's handwriting was messy, clearly written in a hurry.

"My dear friend, Night Phoenix: It's as if we're meeting in person."

"War has broken out in the north. One hundred thousand iron cavalry have been assembled in the northern deserts and have broken through three passes in succession. My father is still seriously injured and our army is suffering defeat after defeat."

Three days ago, I led five thousand light cavalry in a night raid on the northern desert camp.

Upon seeing this, Ye Huang's pupils contracted slightly.

Five thousand against one hundred thousand?

"We will adopt the 'guerrilla' strategy you once suggested. Instead of direct confrontation, we will focus on burning supplies, cutting off water sources, and harassing the rear."

"Seven granaries in northern Mongolia were burned down overnight. The enemy army was cut off from supplies, and its offensive was temporarily halted."

"Our army suffered eight hundred casualties, all of them brave warriors who fought to the death. I was shot in the shoulder, but it's nothing."

Ye Huang's breath hitched.

His gaze fell on the words "an arrow in the shoulder".

They paused for a moment.

Only then did I continue reading.

"Although we have won this battle, our main force in the northern desert has not been lost. Zhenbei Pass may not be able to hold for long. If the pass falls... I will fight to the death."

"Also, I am enclosing a snow lotus from the North."

"This flower blooms on snow-capped cliffs in extremely cold places, and it only blooms once every three years."

"I climbed the cliff to pick it, and found it solitary and aloof, just like you."

"If I do not return, this flower will take my place and stay by your side forever."

The letter ends abruptly there.

There was no signature.

There was only one drop of dried ink.

It's like pausing the pen tip for too long while writing a letter.

Ye Huang put down the letter.

Look at the envelope.

Sure enough, there was a small cloth bag inside.

turn on.

A withered snow lotus flower.

The petals have lost moisture and have turned a light brown color.

But the shape is intact.

You can even see the way it bloomed back then.

cool.

Aloof and proud.

Indeed...like her.

Ye Huang gently pinched the flower stem.

a long time.

"How is the Crown Prince now?" she asked her guard.

"Reporting to Madam, the young master's injuries have been bandaged. However, the Northern Army is still gathering, and Zhenbei Pass... can only hold out for half a month at most."

half a month.

Ye Huang closed her eyes.

"Where are the provisions?"

"The imperial grain aid has been delayed. The army's grain reserves are only enough for ten days."

"Medicinal herbs?"

"There's a severe shortage of wound medicine. The army doctor said that without more wound medicine, the wounded brothers... won't last more than three days."

Ye Huang opened her eyes.

"Mo Shisan".

"Your subordinate is here."

"Open the storeroom," she said calmly. "Take all the hemostatic medicines we've prepared. Also, add five thousand taels of silver and send people to various pharmacies in Jiangnan to buy wound medicines. Buy as much as you can."

"yes!"

"Qian Sihai".

"What are your orders, sir?"

"Use all the available cash in Jinxiufang's accounts," Ye Huang said quickly. "Buy grain: rice, flour, and cured meat. Hire a reliable caravan to take the official roads and send it to the northern border."

Qian Sihai was taken aback: "Boss, all...everything?"

"Yes." Ye Huang looked at him. "If that's not enough, transfer the revenue from the Suzhou and Yangzhou branches as well."

"But this would affect our cash flow..."

Do as instructed.

Qian Sihai gritted his teeth: "Yes!"

The guards knelt on the ground.

Her eyes were red.

"Your Excellency's kindness is immense! On behalf of the soldiers of the Northern Frontier, I thank you, Madam!"

"No need to thank me." Ye Huang helped him up. "Young Master Xiao once helped me. Now that he is in trouble, I naturally want to repay him."

She paused.

"Please wait a moment. I'll write a reply; please take it back with you."

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In the study.

Ye Huang spread out the letter paper.

I pick up my pen.

"Xiao Jue: The letter has been received."

She paused for a moment.

Looking at the snow lotus on the table.

Keep writing.

"Guerrilla warfare tactics, when used properly, can be employed in greater flexibility."

"Suggestion 1: Sparrow warfare. Break into small groups of 100 men each, and specialize in attacking enemy scouts and supply convoys. When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy camps, we harass."

"Suggestion 2: Tunnel warfare. Zhenbeiguan is strategically important, so tunnels can be secretly dug to reach behind enemy lines. If necessary, surprise attacks can be launched."

"Suggestion Three: Sow discord. The Northern Kingdom's court is not monolithic. The Xiling tribe and the Northern Kingdom have a long-standing feud, so we can make contact with them secretly."

She wrote in great detail.

Each item is accompanied by specific instructions.

Like a true strategist.

Finished writing the tactics.

She started a new line.

The handwriting has become softer.

"Enclosed with this letter is the formula for a newly prepared wound medicine. This medicine is three times more effective than ordinary medicines in stopping bleeding and promoting tissue regeneration. I have already ordered people to purchase the medicinal materials, which will be sent to the northern border soon."

"Supplies are also being prepared."

Take care.

"Change the dressing frequently for your shoulder injury and avoid getting it wet."

"The snow lotus has been harvested. It's beautiful."

"When you return in triumph, we can admire the spring flowers of Jiangnan together."

"Night Phoenix".

She put down her pen.

Blow dry the ink.

Fold the letter carefully.

Then they brought out a small porcelain bottle.

Inside is a wound medicine powder that she recently improved.

The effect is indeed much better than that of products on the market.

Seal them together in an envelope.

Hand it over to the personal guards.

"You must hand it over to the Crown Prince personally."

"This humble general swears to deliver it at the cost of his life!"

The guards kowtowed repeatedly.

He turned and left.

The sound of horses' hooves faded into the distance.

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In the garden.

Bao'er is playing with that gray pigeon.

Ye Huang came out.

He raised his little hand: "Mother, Pigeon said that there's a smell of blood in the north..."

Ye Huang's heart skipped a beat.

She picked up her son.

"Can Bao'er feel it?"

"Hmm." Bao'er's little face was serious. "There's so much blood. And... the sound of crying."

Ye Huang remained silent.

she knows.

That was a battlefield.

This is where Xiao Jue is currently engaged in battle.

"Mother," Bao'er suddenly asked, "Will Uncle Xiao die?"

Ye Huang tightened her arms.

"No." Her voice was soft, but firm. "He won't die."

Bao'er seemed to understand, but not quite.

But she stretched out her little hand.

He touched her face.

"Don't cry, Mother."

Only then did Ye Huang realize.

My eyes welled up with tears.

She smiled.

"Mother didn't cry."

It was just the wind that blew into my eyes.

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That night.

The Qihuang Garden was brightly lit.

Everyone is busy.

Mo Shisan led his men to inventory the medicinal herbs.

Qian Sihai knocked on the doors of major grain merchants overnight.

Jinshu led the maids to pack up the wound medicine.

Ye Huang stood by the study window.

He held the snow lotus in his hand.

Dried flower petals.

It glowed faintly in the candlelight.

Like the snow in the North.

She remembered the night Xiao Jue left.

He said, "This journey is perilous; if I do not return..."

Her reply was: "I'll come back alive."

just now.

He was shot in the shoulder.

Defending the isolated city.

The supplies are running out.

Reinforcements have not yet arrived.

But I still remember.

Pick a flower from a snow-capped mountain cliff.

Give it to her.

"Xiao Jue," she whispered, facing north, "you'd better stay alive."

"otherwise……"

"Who do I pay for the grain and medicinal herbs I deliver?"

outside the window.

The autumn wind howled.

It's like the wind from the North.

It brought the smell of gunpowder.

It also brought about...

A certain indescribable feeling.