The wind and snow raged, and sparse white blanketed the sky and earth.

Chu Changning closed her eyes, the wind blew up her skirt, and just as she was about to fall, a long whip suddenly grabbed her waist.

The force of her landing momentarily stopped, and she heard the sound of the small white bone beneath her breaking.

With a "poof," poisonous blood was spat out of his mouth, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

Her slender body rolled off Xiaobai and landed in a cold embrace as someone stumbled over.

"Ah Ning, I've caught you--- I've caught you---"

Chu Changning struggled to open his eyes to see the person in front of him, but blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

"Yan Beimo--Ayu, you must take this photo--"

As the poison in her body intensified, her senses gradually faded, her hand suddenly slipped from the air, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Yan Beimo's expression froze for a moment, blood suddenly spilled from his mouth, and he stared at the person in his arms with bloodshot eyes, as if time had stood still.

Under the gray sky, the heavy snow fell silently on the two of them.

After an unknown amount of time, the emperor in his military uniform seemed to snap out of his daze, looking blankly at the person in his arms, and softly calling her name.

“A-Ning---”

There was no sound; her body was cold and devoid of any warmth.

His face gradually turned frenzied, his blood seemed to freeze, and bright red tears of blood fell from his cold eyes.

Under the heavy snow, the soldiers of the Great Qi army behind them watched helplessly as their emperor knelt in the snow, embracing the girl in his arms like a madman, crying and laughing, his black hair turning white inch by inch, as if blending into the sky.

He Xing had never seen His Majesty so mad; his usually expressionless face froze.

They had followed His Majesty in battle for many years. Whether in the north or in Yandu, His Majesty had always been a strategist, never showing his emotions. This was the first time he had acted so erratically.

"His Majesty---"

On the city wall.

Helian Ye looked down at the two men in front of the army below the city, his bewitching glass eyes filled with a dazed and confused expression.

"Young Master, now is the best opportunity to kill the Emperor of Great Qi. With him dead, the invasion of the Central Plains will be just around the corner."

The voice of the great shaman came from behind, and Helian Ye came back to his senses, his expression gradually turning cold.

"kill."

The sounds of drums and horns rang out from the city walls, and a volley of arrows was unleashed.

The city gates creaked open, and soldiers clad in armor rushed out, banners fluttering in the wind. On the vast, blood-red battlefield, the sounds of battle instantly resounded through the sky.

"Your Majesty, let's go."

Xuan Yao and He Xing immediately stepped in to protect them, and the clanging of the arrows was completely blocked by the armor, sparks flying everywhere.

Yan Beimo seemed oblivious to his surroundings. The silent pain was like a winding vine from underground, tearing at his flesh and blood, growing wildly and spreading throughout his body.

He held the girl tightly in his arms and spoke softly.

“A-Ning---Let’s go home, I’ll take you home.”

As the snow fell heavily, he stood up, holding the person in his arms, and walked forward. His army followed him, providing cover, while behind him lay a scene of flashing swords and a sea of ​​corpses.

"Let's go home, let's go home. I haven't married you yet, let's go back and get married."

Helian Ye stood high on the city wall, watching the figure in the snow. The golden arrow in his hand flew out with a whoosh, carrying the cold wind and snow, sweeping past thousands of troops and horses, and attacking him.

Xuan Yao noticed it instantly and shouted, "Your Majesty!"

But the figure in front seemed not to hear, making no sound whatsoever.

"Golden feather arrows, protect the emperor, quickly protect the emperor---"

In an instant, all the generals who had been covering the escape took to the air and cut the arrows in half mid-air.

Xuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly rode his horse forward to catch up, only to see the man suddenly vomit blood and fall to the ground.

The wounds from the three broken bone nails hadn't healed yet, and he'd also taken so many arrows; even an iron body couldn't withstand it.

Under a gray sky, snow covered the entire land. The emperor, dressed in military attire, held the girl tightly in his arms, lay on the battlefield littered with corpses, and closed his eyes.

In the first year of the Jianyuan era, the Great Qi suffered a defeat. The Great Qi emperor, who was attacking the Northern Liang, almost died at Mohe. When the news reached Jiankang, the court was in an uproar.

Within a few days, Wang Hezhan personally led his troops to join forces with Beidu to attack Canglongjian, and Beiliang suffered repeated defeats.

However, the northern gentry believed that the Great Qi Emperor was dead and refused to cooperate. Many gentry defected to the Northern Liang and colluded with Yuwen Yong to secretly plot against him.

When Shen Yan heard the news, he was furious. He had long anticipated the ambitions of these northern aristocratic families. He knew that without the support of these powerful families, the Great Jin Dynasty would perish sooner or later, and the division of the north would not end.

Therefore, in his early years, he established a regime in the north with the Li family of Longxi and controlled the northern capital. Taking advantage of the chaos of the Eight Princes, he found an opportunity to join forces with Yan Beimo to unify the north.

Unexpectedly, while Yan Beimo's fate was still unknown, these aristocratic families in the north were so audacious as to openly collude with Beiliang to plot a rebellion.

"What exactly happened in the Battle of Xishan Pass? Why was the Emperor of Great Qi seriously injured and unconscious? Where is he now?"

The courtiers standing below immediately stepped forward and respectfully greeted him.

"During the Battle of Xishan Pass, Princess Jinling's body fell into a snow cave. The Emperor of Great Qi was seriously injured and fell into a coma while trying to save her. He was sent back to Libei Xin Palace, but Princess Jinling's whereabouts became unknown, which is why the soldiers of Great Qi have been stationed in Beiliang---"

"The body is dead---"

Shen Yan was slightly taken aback, then suddenly murmured something under his breath.

"They didn't even leave him a body."

The officials were puzzled, "---"

"I believe that if the Emperor of Great Qi does not awaken, and the northern gentry rebel, Your Majesty can take the opportunity to march south and plunder."

Before she could finish speaking, Bai Xun interrupted her.

The minister was completely bewildered. He looked up and saw the man's cold gaze, and quickly fell silent.

"General Qin, you may all leave."

"yes."

After leaving the main hall, the minister couldn't help but glance at Bai Xun behind him and asked a question.

"Why are you stopping me, Lord Bai?"

The North is in such chaos, but he's thinking of the Northern Capital. If the Northern Capital can move south to the Central Plains and replace the Great Qi Emperor, then as long as the Northern Liang is destroyed, there will only be one emperor in the world.

Bai Xun smiled and said, "Lord Liu, please don't talk about the southward journey anymore, or His Majesty will not be pleased."

"ah---"

"His Majesty has never wanted the throne. He has walked this path far enough."

He just wanted to unify the north as quickly as possible, faster and faster.

As night deepened, the heavy stone door of the dark, sunless ice chamber was pushed open with a rumble, and Shen Yan strode in.

He seemed to have gotten used to the cold here, and walked straight toward the corpse in the ice coffin.

Inside the ice coffin lay a beautifully made-up young girl. A white, glowing corpse-fixing pill was embedded in the groove inside the coffin, making her fair cheeks appear even whiter.

Shen Yan watched for a while, then skillfully opened the ice coffin and applied bright red paint to her pale lips.

He was always like this, a completely different person at night. He would lie with a corpse every day, and once he had finished applying the ointment, his tall body would lie down inside, embracing the cold, stiff body as he fell into a deep sleep.