It was early winter, but the Fourth Prince's tent was still warm and cozy.

After recounting the situation in the capital in one breath, Thirteen picked up the tea on the table and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"This batch of grain has solved my urgent problem," Fourth Master chuckled. "Thirteenth Brother, you've worked hard, personally escorting this batch of grain all this way."

He looked at Thirteen closely and saw that his face was a little pale. He said with some concern, "Now that the matter of the grain supplies is over, there's nothing for you to do here. You should rest for a couple of days and then go back."

"Is Your Majesty in such a hurry to send your humble brother away?" Thirteenth Prince looked up and laughed. "I haven't even warmed my seat yet, I've only just arrived, and you're already telling me to leave?"

“I’m worried about your health.” Fourth Master looked up at him. “With your constitution, you should go back to the capital and recuperate. Winter is coming to the grasslands soon, and this is not a place for you.”

Holding the warm teacup in his hand, Thirteen sighed, "Even Your Majesty praises and criticizes me like this? I know my own body well."

"I think you don't know your place!" The Fourth Prince reached out and tapped lightly.

Looking at the gloomy weather outside, he said, "The grasslands are getting colder day by day. Don't come to transport grain next time. Find a reliable general. The court supports them every day, and it's time to put them to use."

The fact that Thirteen came in person was unexpected by Fourth Master, but by the time he learned of the news, Thirteen was already on his way.

Thirteen put down his teacup and smiled gently, "Why has Your Majesty become so nagging? I am perfectly healthy, not some kind of sickling. It's just that Lady Zhaojia is too cautious, saying this won't do and that won't do."

Though he said that, Thirteen was deeply moved.

The four are now high-ranking monarchs, but he still remembers the bond between brothers.

But that's precisely why, when it comes to fighting like brothers, at this critical moment, Thirteen didn't want to cause any further changes in the war situation in the Northwest because of his own health.

Food supplies are crucial to the overall situation, and Thirteen dared not easily entrust them to others.

He wanted to say something more, but Fourth Master's expression darkened, and he said sternly, "Alright, this is an order. You rest for a few days and then go back. You are not allowed to come here again for the next grain transport!"

Thirteen sighed, reluctantly bowed, and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, I obey."

As soon as we left Fourth Master's place, we found that tents and hot water for washing our feet had been prepared. The room was tidy and orderly, a far cry from the days of sleeping in the open.

This was all thanks to the two concubines arranged by Lady Zhaojia. Women are indeed a hundred times better than men at doing these delicate tasks.

After a good night's sleep, Thirteen got dressed and got up at dawn the next day, when it was still quiet outside.

As soon as the tent flap was lifted, a gust of cold wind greeted us.

Thirteen shuddered, nearly getting sand and dust in his eyes.

"Master, quickly put on your clothes." A concubine brought over a thick cloak. There was no battle going on at the moment, and apart from a few vanguard generals, no one was wearing armor.

Fortunately, Zhao Jia had thought things through and prepared plenty of warm clothes for winter.

When the thirteenth stop was reached, the scene before them almost stunned them.

Yesterday it was a vast, desolate wasteland, but overnight it has transformed into a completely different landscape. As far as the eye can see, everything is a white expanse, with only the howling wind echoing across the plains.

Wrapping his cloak tighter around himself, Thirteen braved the wind and snow to head towards Fourth Master's tent.