Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

As soon as Xiao Fang returned to camp, Lu Zhao rushed in.

"The Northern Hu people have fled! They broke camp overnight and retreated thirty li!"

Lu Zhao's eyes lit up.

"Should we chase them or not? If we chase them now, we can still catch them by the tail!"

Give me three thousand men, and I'll tear their rear guard to shreds!

Xiao Fang was having his bandages removed when he heard this, and didn't even look up.

"Don't chase."

Lu Zhao was taken aback.

"Why not pursue them? They're scared! If we don't fight now, it'll be too late once they regain their footing!"

Xiao Fang glanced at him.

"If you chase after them, can you wipe them out?"

Lu Zhao opened his mouth.

"That's impossible."

"Why can't we chase after them?"

Xiao Fang tossed the old bandage aside.

"We gave chase, and they launched a desperate counterattack."

The rear guard charged, which turned the fight into a chaotic melee.

They've retreated thirty li now, seemingly to avoid us, but they haven't actually suffered any serious damage.

We'll just wait and see them trap themselves.

The Northern Hu coalition forces were unable to reach any passes or even the royal court.

They could neither advance to seize grain nor retreat to seek aid.

"It will only get harder for them in the long run."

He paused, his voice neither too loud nor too soft.

"We ensure the soldiers are well-fed, warmly clothed, and have their wounds treated."

As soon as the snow fell, they were even more anxious than we were.

Lu Zhao was stunned.

Xiao Fang had already stood up and was walking towards Yun Shuyao's tent.

"Don't worry, they're the ones having a tough time right now, not us."

The Northern Hu camp, the royal tent.

The wind outside the tent grew stronger with each passing gust.

The noise inside the tent was deafening.

A leader with a full beard slammed his hand on the table.

He was extremely strong, with a string of wolf teeth hanging around his neck, and his hands were pressed on the table like palm-leaf fans.

"If this drags on any longer, all the sheep and horses in our tribe will starve to death!"

"We're here to seize grain, not to wait to die with anyone!"

The other, slightly thinner leader sneered.

He was wearing a gray squirrel fur robe, with a few eagle feathers pinned to his hat.

"Stealing grain? Where is the grain?"

They failed to capture the city, and their main camp was burned down instead.

"Now the Second Prince is married! What a disgrace!"

"They have food and clothing in Daliang, what do we have?"

Snow is coming, and we haven't even stocked up on enough fodder for the winter!

"If this continues, let alone fighting Xiao Fang, we'll all die of old age first."

"Shut up, all of you!"

The Northern King slammed his hand on the table.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his beard was shaking.

"You all have such nice words."

We want to fight, but you don't dare.

You're unwilling to withdraw.

"Then tell me, what should I do?"

The leaders fell silent for the time being struck by the shout.

But the dissatisfaction in his eyes hadn't diminished at all.

Someone snorted and turned their head away.

Someone was holding the hilt of a knife, trying to stand up several times.

The Northern King took a heavy breath.

"Go back, all of you!"

"I will give you an explanation within three days."

The group reluctantly left the royal tent.

Once outside the tent, several leaders slowed their pace.

They exchanged glances and then went their separate ways.

Someone whispered to the person next to them.

"An alliance is formed to share the spoils. Now there's not even any broth left, what are we doing here?"

"If we listen to him again, we'll all die here."

"Let's wait three days! I'll wait three more days!"

These days, life in the Zhenbei Army is getting better day by day, just like during the New Year holidays.

The Qin family's convoy came once, and then again.

When the third batch of supplies arrived, people lined up early at the camp gate.

One after another, large carts turned off the official road, their wheels sinking deep into the mud.

The goods on the vehicle were completely covered, with only the blackened edges of the tarpaulin and a few tightly bound thick hemp ropes showing.

The cook was the fastest runner.

They unloaded the truck together with Qin's men.

Baskets of white rice, bundles of dried meat, and jars of salt and pickles were carried down.

"This is fine salt! A whole jar of fine salt!"

"My God, there's cured meat too! So much!"

"There's more! There's also dried radish and dried mushrooms!"

"Don't just look! Hurry and move it into the warehouse! Don't let it get damp from the wind!"

People carrying goods came and went, their footsteps hurried and fragmented.

Some people were swallowing hard as they carried sacks of rice.

The kitchen staff had set up a large pot early on.

Put the rice in the pot, cut the meat into chunks, add oil, scallions, and ginger, and stir-fry over high heat until fragrant.

That smell could travel two miles with the wind.

Some soldiers returning from patrol started jogging even from a distance.

"Did you stew meat again?"

"Smell that! It's pork stew with glass noodles!"

"Hurry, hurry! If we're too late, the meat will turn into soup!"

"Are we really border troops? I feel like we're celebrating the New Year every day!"

"Don't even mention it! I dreamt last night that I was getting married, and the table was covered in meat!"

"Is that all you've got? Even meat can't shut you up!"

As soon as the dishes were cooked, the canteen became abuzz with excitement.

Someone filled a bowl to the brim with white rice and then lingered in front of the vegetable bin, unwilling to leave.

The cook brandished a large ladle, laughing and cursing.

"Get in line! One spoonful per person first! Come back if you want more!"

"What are you afraid of? There's plenty in the buckets! The Princess said that no one is allowed to go hungry!"

The soldier grinned, squatted down to the side with the bowl in his hand, and shoveled the food into his mouth.

My face was covered in oil, but I didn't bother to wipe it off.

A few veterans huddled together, eating with gusto, their mouths greasy, and they couldn't help but sigh.

"Tell me, could we have even dreamed of living like this before?"

"Before, let alone meat, we had to be careful with the salt. Our mouths were as bland as birds'."

"Now I can eat two bowls of meat, and there's no shortage of rice. I'm afraid this is just a dream."

"It's not a dream. The princess said there are more good things to come."

Two days later, the first snow fell.

The snow was light, just a thin layer, like a layer of fine salt sprinkled on the camps and city walls.

After daybreak, the camp was even more lively than when it was snowing.

The imperial supplies sent by the Crown Prince have arrived.

A line of official vehicles were parked outside the camp, filled with cotton-padded coats, cotton-padded trousers, winter boots, and foot wraps.

Some people were stationed at the camp gate to distribute supplies according to the camp's boundaries.

The person whose turn it was took the item and touched it repeatedly.

The cotton-padded coat is thick and has a lot of cotton stuffing inside.

The winter boots were also newly made, with stiff soles and soft fur lining.

Some people put it on right there and then stomped their feet.

"So warm!"

"My toes are still warm! These boots are great!"

"In the past, supplies were only distributed after several snowfalls, and there were always shortages."

Unlike today, the snow had barely fallen when the imperial court's supplies arrived!

"We have to thank His Highness the Crown Prince! And our Prince too!"

"Don't thank me yet! Get dressed and go get your food! There's mutton soup in the kitchen today!"

"What a fucking good day!"

Even the kitchen staff laughed.

"They were all beaming with excitement, like they'd struck gold!"

Not long after the Crown Prince finished distributing the supplies, Lu Zhao returned.

The troops he brought back a batch of military equipment from the Prince of Jin's fiefdom.

One truck after another, covered with thick black cloth.

Lu Zhao, riding on his horse, shouted from afar.

"Guys! We've got new gear!"

"New sword! New armor! New bow! And arrows!"

"The Prince of Jin has been hoarding wealth in his fiefdom for thirty years, and now it's all gone to us!"

He dismounted and had a carriage opened.

When the cloth was lifted, a chilling light shone through.

"Come and get yours! Replace any dull knives or torn armor!"

"General Xiao ordered us to replace these. Don't be reluctant; throw away all the old stuff!"

Squads of soldiers stepped forward in formation.

Someone took the new knife and pulled it out on the spot.

The blade was long and shiny, with a cold gleam at the edge.

"A fine knife!"

"This bow is different too; it's light to draw and travels far!"

"And this leather armor is much sturdier than my old one!"

"Following the prince, even life itself has become precious."

Lu Zhao, who was standing nearby, heard this and burst into laughter.

"That's right! Don't they know who our prince is!"

"General Xiao said that after two more snowfalls, when the Northern Hu people are too frozen to get up, we'll launch an attack!"

"We've gathered all our strength; when the time comes, we'll charge into their royal court!"

"Rush!"

"Charge! Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

The camp was filled with shouts and cheers.

Xiao Fang watched from afar, without approaching.

Yun Shuyao stood beside him and gently blew on her hands.

"We have everything we need here, from food and clothing to medicine and nails."

Xiao Fang nodded.

"The one in a hurry right now isn't us, it's the Northern Hu."

As he spoke, he looked north.

The sky was overcast, and the wind grew even colder.

"Once their last bit of morale is crushed by the snow, they will take action."