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

It's snowing in the North.

In the border army camp, the white banners had not yet been taken down, and the drill ground was already covered with a thin layer of snow.

When Xiao Fang returned from patrolling the camp, his armor was covered with snowflakes.

Mingrui stood outside the central command tent, as if he had been waiting for a while.

"Your Highness, an imperial decree has arrived from the capital."

Xiao Fang didn't speak, but simply took off his cloak and strode into the tent.

The charcoal fire inside the tent was burning brightly, and Yun Shuyao had already prepared hot tea.

When she saw Xiao Fang come in, she went up to brush the snow off his shoulders.

Xiao Fang stood before the desk and unfolded the imperial edict.

He read very slowly.

Read it word by word.

The late emperor has passed away.

The new emperor ascended the throne.

The princes in the capital were placed under house arrest, and the court remained stable.

The new emperor decreed that the war in the northern border need not be halted due to the national mourning period.

Xiao Fang suddenly laughed when he saw the last sentence.

He laughed very softly, as if he were slowly exhaling something that had been weighing on his chest.

Yun Shuyao stood to the side without saying a word.

She watched as Xiao Fang slowly turned around, facing the direction of the imperial city.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and pressed hard on his brow.

After a long while, he finally managed to say something in a hoarse voice.

"Your Highness, you've paved the way for me after all."

When he turned around, his eyes were a little red.

"With the late emperor's funeral looming and the court's strict rules of etiquette in place, he still had to sit on that dragon throne and bear the infamy of 'mobilizing troops for the national mourning' for me."

He understands me. If I don't avenge my father, I'll never be able to live with myself.

Xiao Fang closed his eyes, then opened them again.

"I, Xiao Fang, accept this favor."

I will spend my whole life repaying him.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and bowed deeply towards the imperial city.

Yun Shuyao also accompanied her, and bowed slightly towards the direction of the imperial city.

The snow is still falling.

Outside the tent, everything was a vast expanse of white.

The emperor and his minister, separated by thousands of miles, did not exchange another word.

But they both understood each other.

A scholar will die for one who understands him; Xiao Fang will not let the Crown Prince down.

He will never return to the court until the Northern Hu are destroyed.

It had been a long time since the Northern Hu King's tent had been this lively.

The news of the death of the Great Liang Kingdom was like a handful of fire thrown into a pile of firewood that was about to freeze out.

It was rare to see tribal leaders sitting so neatly in their tents.

Some people were rubbing their hands together, some were grinning, and some even picked up their glasses of wine.

"That kid Gu Jinghuai actually predicted it correctly!"

"The old emperor is dead! He's really dead!"

"I told you to wait a little longer, and this time you've finally waited!"

"The Great Liang must be in complete chaos right now; they can't possibly care about the border!"

The Northern Hu King sat at the head of the table, his complexion much better than it had been a few days ago.

He raised his hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"Don't get too excited yet."

"Da Liang is indeed in mourning, and according to their customs, this battle cannot be fought."

"But you know Xiao Fang better than I do. He might not stay obediently in the camp."

Upon hearing this, the joy on everyone's faces faded.

"Does Your Majesty mean we can't launch a full-scale attack yet?"

The Northern Hu King's Way.

"Don't provoke him."

We are only after food, not to kill.

They didn't burn the city or massacre the people; they just looted and left.

Unless Xiao Fang is pushed to the brink, he might not chase after him during the national mourning period.

The leaders looked at each other and all agreed that it made sense.

"Yes, securing grain is the priority; the men are starving."

"We won't seize large tracts of land, we'll only attack a few small towns."

They moved in and out quickly, leaving Xiao Fang no time to catch up.

"We will do as Your Majesty says!"

The tent became noisy again.

Everyone's talking about where to attack and how much to rob.

That long-suppressed feeling of suffocation suddenly found an outlet.

Gu Jinghuai sat in the seat on the far side.

The northern barbarians stopped cursing at him.

Some people even poured him half a bowl of wine, saying that he had some skill.

He took it but didn't drink it.

All I could feel was the lively atmosphere inside the tent.

He looked at the group of people, saying he wanted to fight, while a smile remained on his face.

They were already discussing how to fight without angering Xiao Fang.

Even when they were trying to steal grain, they had to worry about whether Xiao Fang would chase after them.

The battle hadn't even begun, and they'd already shown their fear.

The morale of the Northern Hu has been completely shattered.

The once invincible wolf clan has now become wild dogs that can only watch Xiao Fang's mood and scavenge for scraps.

The Northern Hu people were completely terrified of Xiao Fang.

Gu Jinghuai didn't reply, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He no longer cared whether they could seize any grain, or how much they could seize.

If this succeeds, even if it's just a small amount, it will at least prove that he wasn't wrong.

Then his life can be extended for a few more days.

He doesn't want to die.

At least for now, he doesn't want to.

As long as I can live one more day, I might be able to see Shu Yao again.

He didn't intend to do anything.

I just wanted to see her again.

Say one more thing to her.

The wind outside grew stronger, causing the corners of the tent to flutter.

The northern Hu people were still discussing it excitedly.

Only Gu Jinghuai huddled in the corner, slowly tightening his grip on the half-bowl of wine.

He looks like Shu Yao...