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The Northern Camp was even more lively than usual on New Year's Eve.

It didn't snow, but the air was cold and dry.

Red cloths were hung up in the camp early in the morning, and the cooks started preparing at noon.

Slaughter pigs and sheep, and stew meat in a large pot.

Yun Shuyao's belly is already very big, and she will give birth in a little over two months.

Xiao Fang followed closely behind.

He followed Yun Shuyao wherever she went.

Yun Shuwen followed beside him.

He held Yun Shuyao's cloak in his hand, his eyes never leaving her feet.

Xiao Fang complained that he was blocking the way, either saying that he was standing on the left or that he was standing too close.

"Stay away from her, don't crowd her when you walk."

Yun Shuwen responded repeatedly and secretly took another half step forward.

He truly treats Yun Shuyao like a younger sister now.

As soon as the New Year's Eve dinner was set out, Xiao Fang and Yun Shuyao arrived at the main tent.

There were already quite a few people sitting inside.

The deputy generals, Lu Zhao, Ming Rui, Physician Mu, and the stewards and medical apprentices that Yun Shuyao brought from the capital.

The place was buzzing with voices; it was already incredibly lively even before the banquet started.

Yun Shuyao had a large wooden box brought over.

When the lid was opened, it was full of red envelopes.

Each red envelope contained a hundred-tael silver note.

"This is lucky money for everyone to celebrate the Lunar New Year; everyone gets a share."

Everyone laughed when they heard that.

"The princess is so generous!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Several lieutenants came forward to receive it, and after receiving it, they blushed deeply.

There was a veteran in his forties, clutching a red envelope, chuckling to himself.

"At my age, I still get lucky money from people."

An older man next to him started commotion.

"That's right, fighting alongside the prince has even made us feel the festive spirit of the New Year."

At this moment, Zhou Heng, who was standing next to Yun Shuyao, walked up.

He first bowed to Yun Shuyao and Xiao Fang.

"Your Highness, I have come to ask for your favor and wish to marry Miss Chunzhi."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone said "Oh".

Chunzhi stood right behind Yun Shuyao, her face flushing red.

She didn't speak, but just lowered her head.

Mingrui was standing beside Xiao Fang.

He turned his head almost instinctively to look at Chun Tao.

Chun Tao was huddled together with several young girls, intently counting red envelopes.

Mingrui withdrew his gaze, clenched his fist, and took another step forward.

He opened his mouth, but before he could utter a sound, several of his lieutenants suddenly burst into laughter.

"Good heavens! Manager Zhou has taken a liking to Chunzhi without saying a word!"

"The princess has given her approval!"

"Exactly! We can't take them away without their consent!"

Mingrui was startled by the laughter and took another step back.

He turned his face away, looking as if he were looking at the few red lights outside.

Xiao Fang didn't speak, but exchanged a glance with Yun Shuyao.

Yun Shuyao said to Zhou Heng.

"If Chunzhi is willing, I will make the decision for you."

Chunzhi blushed deeply, and her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"This servant...will obey the Princess."

Zhou Heng's eyes immediately lit up.

Yun Shuyao smiled and had Chuntao give the red envelope to Chunzhi as well.

"Here, you're getting married too."

Chunzhi hurriedly knelt down to express her gratitude.

Doctor Mu stroked his beard and joined in the fun.

"Your Highness, is there a portion of this red envelope for this old man?"

"have."

Yun Shuyao smiled.

"Your share is the largest."

Doctor Mu laughed heartily.

"Alright, let's share in the joy today."

"Save a few more tomorrow; it will bring good fortune to the little master in the princess's womb."

Several doctors and their apprentices also came up to ask for red envelopes.

"Your Highness, do we have some too?"

"Your Highness, we've done a lot of work alongside Mr. Mu!"

Yun Shuyao had Chuntao send them out one by one.

"Everyone has one, not a single one is missing."

The tent was filled with laughter and chatter.

Xiao Fang didn't say anything, but sat down next to Yun Shuyao, served her food, and reminded her not to eat cold food.

He occasionally glanced at Mingrui.

Mingrui was blushing, unsure whether to go towards Chuntao or not.

Xiao Fang silently shook his head.

"Useless."

Yun Shuyao heard this and smiled with her head down.

Someone outside shouted "Set off fireworks!"

Immediately afterwards, a golden flower exploded in mid-air with a "whoosh".

Everyone in the tent ran out to see.

Xiao Fang didn't move, he just pulled Yun Shuyao's cloak tighter.

"When we get back, I'll show you the lanterns in the capital."

"it is good."

Yun Shuyao leaned on his shoulder.

"As long as I'm with you and the kids, it doesn't matter where we spend the New Year."

The Northern Hu King's Tent.

The eve of the Lunar New Year was even more deserted.

There were no red decorations inside the tent, and it wasn't very lively.

Several fires burned half-dead, and a few leaders sat around them.

The best dish on the table was a pot of boiled fatty pork.

The fatty meat was cut so thickly that it didn't even have a hint of brown color.

It was pure white, like it had just been cut off a sheep.

In previous years, this kind of food would have been too much even for the lowest-ranking servants, let alone served in the royal tent.

But at this moment, the eyes of several leaders were wide open.

With a flick of the chopsticks, the white meat and oily broth were brought to the mouth.

"It smells so good! It smells amazing!"

"It's been a while since we've seen any meat or oil."

"This meat is good; it's so fatty it keeps you full."

The Northern Hu King sat at the head of the table and picked up a piece.

The meat was too greasy; after chewing a few bites, he felt nauseous.

But he still swallowed it.

If we don't eat, what can we eat?

One of the leaders sighed.

"Our tribe was robbed twice this year by Xiao Fang."

The sheep were all gone, and most of the horses were also lost.

When it snows, people either freeze to death or starve to death.

The other leader also put down his chopsticks.

"You got robbed twice, we got robbed three times."

Xiao Fang even burned all the fodder left for the livestock.

"Now, let alone fighting, it's difficult to even get the men out of their tents and walk a few steps."

"When I patrolled the camp yesterday, I saw several soldiers who were so hungry that they were skin and bones, and their faces were completely bloodless."

"At this rate, will we even need Xiao Fang to fight? We'll all be wiped out on our own."

The leaders chimed in with their own words, but the Northern Hu King remained silent.

His face was expressionless as he slowly cut off a piece of fatty meat with a knife.

He thought back to the past.

Every winter, he would lead his troops to the border town of Daliang.

Once the city fell, flames erupted everywhere.

They looted grain, salt, and ironware.

The women were captured, and those who were favored were kept, while those who were not were given to the lower ranks.

When a Han Chinese man blocked the road, he simply waved his hand, and someone chopped off his head.

His horse's hooves trampled over the corpse as if crushing a piece of rotten wood.

He never thought it was a big deal.

In his eyes, Han people were nothing more than two-legged sheep.

But now, he and his tribe are like sheep confined in a pen.

Xiao Fang was the one carrying the knife.

Don't rush to kill them; just take the fodder away from them little by little.

"Xiao Fang is trying to starve us to death."

One of the leaders gritted his teeth.

"He only robs our Northern Hu! He's robbed the Southern Yue and Western Rong as well, not even a single sheep dung ball!"

"Those two spineless cowards thought they could get away with it by staying far away."

"Once we Northern Hu are gone, Xiao will deal with them next!"

"But they wouldn't listen! They even kicked the people we sent out!"

"Shortsighted! Fool!"

Despite the insults, no one had the strength to stand up again.

The wind outside picked up again, and the royal tent was flapping loudly in the wind.

The Northern King slowly swallowed the last piece of fatty meat.

"Just hang in there a little longer."

He said.

"We'll have to wait for the snow to stop and for the horses to be able to run again before we have to fight them one more time."

Some people gave a wry smile.

"Your Majesty, what do we have left to fight with?"

The Northern Hu King did not respond.

He didn't even look at the person who was speaking; he just scraped the little bit of white oil off the bottom of the plate with his knife, bit by bit.

The firelight illuminated his bluish-purple eye sockets, making him look like a wolf cornered at the end of the road.