According to what his brother just said, his remaining consciousness after death was temporarily collected and stored by the light sphere that called itself the system, and placed in a body without a soul.

In other words, his current body is essentially a replica of his original body.

His consciousness had been dormant in this body for seven years, only to awaken two years ago.

When they woke up, they were already lying in the snow outside Canghan, with several corpses lying around them, half-eaten and unrecognizable by wolves. It must have been the team that was attacked by a pack of wolves on their way to the city.

On one of the corpses, he found the city lord's seal and documents.

With nowhere else to go, he took these tokens and went to Nanjun, where he replaced the corpse as the city lord of Nian'an.

After hearing the general situation, Zhan Xinjia fell into deep thought.

So Prince Yan Wuju was actually dead a long time ago? All these years, all they've seen is a puppet with a broken soul? Or rather, he was just a puppet controlled by Mu Yunlan?

The elder brother's consciousness was preserved through accumulating good deeds. If that's the case, then Mu Yunlan, who can do the same, must also possess a system...

Suddenly, the conversation she had overheard at Prince Yan's mansion flashed through her mind. At the time, she didn't quite understand it, but now she realized that it was probably Mu Yunlan communicating with the system.

Zhan Xinjia still remembers what the message was: "Once this is done, let me go back to see my husband"? ...

These matters can be put aside for now, since both Mu Yunlan and Yan Wuju are currently missing and cannot be found.

Most importantly, she had just learned from her brother that the blueprint she had "stolen" was not a defense map at all, but a suburban mine map that Wu Lanlian had temporarily entrusted to him for safekeeping.

The mine... Oh right, Yan Huishi mentioned that Nanjun has been secretly mining a special kind of iron ore for the past two years!

The strange hidden weapons she had encountered before were made of this metal material, and their power was not to be underestimated. If it was not stopped in time, and people were to mine them completely and use them to mass-produce and forge weapons, they would be destroyed when they actually reached the battlefield.

The situation was critical, and she had to get back to camp immediately.

Zhan Xinjia didn't dare to delay and rode out of Nian'an City through the night snow.

When she returned to the camp, she was completely covered in snow and looked like a snowman.

Trembling, Zhan Xinjia accepted the hot tea Qiao Qiao handed her. She took a couple of sips to calm herself down and immediately went to General Qu to explain the situation. As expected, the matter was entrusted to her full responsibility.

At that time, Zhan Xinjia was shivering from the cold as he devoured the food Cui Wanzhao had prepared.

"My godmother! I never thought I would see you again in my lifetime!!"

Cui Wanzhao was still dressed like a flower of wealth and honor, but she had fewer hairpins and gold ornaments, her hair was not as exquisite as when they first met, a few strands of hair fell down in a haggard manner, and her face looked tired, no longer as bright and beautiful as before.

That makes sense. After all, the conditions here are so harsh. It would take a lot of determination to maintain a radiant appearance every day.

Looking at Cui Wanzhao, whose face was filled with melancholy and sorrow, and then at Yan Yuyao, who was sitting with his legs crossed, calmly drinking tea like a hooligan, Zhan Xinjia suddenly felt a surge of anger.

While it's true that she unintentionally and immorally started this ill-fated relationship, how can someone be so blinded by love?!

Not only did he abandon his elderly parents at home, he also traveled thousands of miles to follow this idiotic Buddhist disciple who was suspected of being expelled by Buddha to the dangerous border.

And then you still try to be nice to them when they don't even care!

Damn it, a slap to the love-struck brain, and a stupid old Chinese medicine doctor is like the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Upon receiving the letter, he was overjoyed and slammed his rice bowl down with a loud bang.

She stood up straight, rolled up her sleeves, grabbed Yan Yuyao by the collar, and pulled him off his seat.

"Stop giving me that grinning face all day long, what the hell do you want from this market?! If you really don't like it, just say so. Is stringing people along making you feel accomplished? Making you seem so cool?"

Yan Yuyao, whose collar was being forcibly grabbed, avoided eye contact. Knowing that his actions were not very ethical, he felt somewhat guilty, but he still spoke with righteous indignation and rebuttal.

"I...I've suffered psychological trauma! That's why I can't open up to people right now, you understand? It's the pain of my family of origin!"

"You still want psychological trauma? I can heal you right now with two slaps, you believe me?"

If Cui Wanzhao hadn't intervened to stop the fight, Zhan Xinjia would have been beaten half to death.

You've given him too much credit!

At first, she thought it was just Cui Wanzhao's wishful thinking in pursuing her husband from afar, but after making inquiries, she learned that although Yan Yuyao never accepted Cui Wanzhao's feelings, he did not reject her kindness towards him.

Isn't this pure trash?

I've enjoyed what I wanted to enjoy, but I don't want to take any responsibility at all.

Forget it, they're in a situation where "he runs away and she chases him, he can't escape even if he has wings," so she has no right to interfere. But she just can't stand Yan Yuyao. Isn't it said that mothers-in-law like their sons-in-law more and more the more they look at them?

She felt angry just looking at it, and her heart felt as uncomfortable as if she had eaten feces.

After letting go and shaking his arm, Zhan Xinjia suddenly remembered something puzzling.

"How did you come to the idea of ​​coming to Canghan City?"

Yan Yuyao, who had almost been strangled by her own collar, coughed a few times to clear her throat, then calmly straightened her disheveled collar, sat down like a lord, and resumed her dignified demeanor.

"I heard there's going to be a war. I am, after all, a prince of the Great Sheng Dynasty. I can't just hide in a temple and do nothing. Since I'm just idling around anyway, I thought I'd come and see if there's anything I can do to help."

Finally, his expression suddenly turned serious, and he leaned closer.

"You were just talking to General Qu about the mines in the suburbs... If you're going, take me with you!"

"Take you with me?"

Zhan Xinjia crossed her arms, her eyes sweeping over him with a critical look, before letting out a cold laugh and showing utter disdain.

With his mediocre skills, she would even complain that he was too frail to take a knife for her. Taking him along would just be adding a burden, making him nothing more than a fashionable but useless accessory.

When she was met with such a sarcastic and disdainful look, Yan Yuyao immediately perked up and vowed to defend her dignity.

"Who do you think you are?! Back at Hongfu Temple, you beat me up more than a dozen times, and I didn't utter a sound. Don't you know what a real man is?!"

Cui Wanzhao, standing to the side, mercilessly exposed him, "Oh, that's because your godmother punched you in the throat with her first punch, hitting your vocal cords."

Yan Yuyao: "..."

Yan Yuyao: "I don't care, I want to go, I want to go, I want to go!"

Zhan Xinjia: "..."

She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and looked at Cui Wanzhao speechlessly, feeling utterly disappointed.

"You like this kind of stuff?!"

Damn it, she thinks it's bad luck to tie this thing up at the gate of her yard to guard her house.

well.

Anyway, the departure is not until two days later. It's already late at night. After a busy day, Master Zhan, who is exhausted like a dog, decided to go back and get a good night's sleep first.

She took a few steps toward the tent, then suddenly stopped.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed and turned to walk in another direction.

A dim oil lamp burned inside the tent, and a brazier sat in the center, its warm orange light reflecting off the white tent, creating a comforting warmth on this quiet, snowy night.

When Zhan Xinjia returned, Cui Wanzhao, who was cleaning the dishes, was taken aback.

Everyone else had left, and now only the two of them remained in the tent.

Zhan Xinjia sat down and poured himself another cup of tea, but didn't drink it. He just held the cup and played with it aimlessly.

"To be honest, I don't think he's reliable. Besides his decent looks, he doesn't have any other redeeming qualities. Qiaoqiao and I even thought he was mentally challenged at one point..."

Or you could dump him.

The words may be crude, but the truth is sound. Honestly, you'd be happier marrying me than him! At least, a woman's tears are just too much for me to handle as a topic of conversation...

Zhan Xinjia suddenly becomes possessed by a ghost and starts flirting with girls from the very first frame...

In fact, Cui Wanzhao herself was also very confused.

She couldn't understand why she had the courage to follow a complete stranger through mountains and rivers to such a harsh and dangerous place. If it weren't for him, she could have stayed in Qin County and continued to be the carefree and wealthy daughter of the county magistrate.

But every time she wanted to give up, the scene of him protecting her on the city wall of Yaozhou would always flash through her mind...

Perhaps, once she repays this debt of gratitude, she will give up.