Before entering the Southern Territory, Shu Yun deliberately slowed down her journey and waited for Feng Ziyi for a long time. She originally estimated that she would have to wait a while longer, but she did not expect that Feng Ziyi would be so fast when he got back to his old ways.

She had only been in the Southern Territory for a short time when Feng Ziyi, covered in injuries, brought her the medicine. Looking at his bruised and swollen face, she felt a deep sense of pride in her troublemaking little brother's growth.

Indeed, no one in the Southern Territory could leave. When she first arrived, the air was filled with the smell of rotting corpses and all sorts of nauseating odors.

The place was abandoned by both Xiliang and Nanman. The people who belonged to the two countries had been fighting to the death with swords and spears not long ago, but soon after, they were buried in the same place.

Shu Yun quickly located the survivors. To avoid revealing her secret, she ground up the pills and mixed them into the medicinal herbs, then forced them to drink the dark, murky liquid.

She tried her best to control the amount of pills she gave these people so that they could cure the plague. If she were to stuff the entire pill into the mouths of these mortals, they would immediately spring back to life and become energetic again. How would she explain that?

She had to treat their illnesses slowly, which is why it took so long.

The people who had been driven back gathered around her medicine stall with worried expressions, watching their savior sitting there leisurely writing and drawing.

The sentries thought there were many people gathered at the foot of the city walls because they assumed there were more survivors in the South. They didn't know that fewer than a hundred people had actually survived in the entire South.

Shu Yun glanced at them, her hands still busy, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Someone said sadly, "They still won't open the city gates."

Some people were already angry, saying, "They wouldn't open the door when we asked for help before, so it's not surprising that they're like this now."

Shu Yun couldn't respond to that; it was an undeniable fact that they were locked out of the city gates.

She wrote out a prescription, picked up the paper and blew on it to dry the ink quickly. "If you're not allowed to go in, isn't this how I got out?"

Those who can still run to neighboring cities are all physically strong. There are still many people in the Southern Territory who are bedridden and unable to get up. The medicinal herbs that Shu Yun brought have long been insufficient.

She placed the prescription on the table and said to them, "How can you put their minds at ease if you don't even wear veils? Wrap yourselves up properly, I'll go with you."

Northern Xiliang.

The northern border town, which should have been peaceful and tranquil awaiting the arrival of winter, suddenly lost its long-standing peace amidst the sound of horses' hooves. Taking advantage of this sudden plague, the Central Plains attempted to catch Xiliang off guard and thus encroach on Xiliang's territory.

The people who were waiting for the first snow in Xiliang to arrive and pray for a smooth year were taken away by war. At the border between the two countries, there was the clash of swords, the sound of horns and drums, and bloodshed.

Xie Fu, spear in hand, galloped past on horseback. Both sides were bloodthirsty, and wherever their eyes fell, if anyone was from the Central Plains, their black spears would mercilessly pierce through their chests.

Blood fell on Xie Fu's face. He didn't know if it came from an enemy or a comrade. The thick blood slid down his brow bone, clinging to his long eyelashes, making his right eye appear red.

The stench of fresh blood gushing from human bodies permeated the land, dark clouds hissed across the sky, tearing through lightning, and the banner of the Western Liang King fluttered in the cold autumn wind.

All Xie Fu could hear were the cries of dying humans and the metallic clang of swords clashing against armor. Without even looking down, he knew that the ground beneath the feet of the living was littered with piles of gruesome remains.

The spear tip shot out with lightning speed, aiming straight for the general's throat. The spear tip pierced the man's fragile neck, and a long trail of blood gushed out as Xie Fu withdrew the spear.

To catch the thief, first catch the king. Since the Central Plains started fighting against them and the Western Liang, they have never gotten the better of them. Now that Xie Fu has killed the most capable general in the Central Plains, it should be able to deter the one in the Central Plains.

Without a leader, the remaining remnants of the army were no match for Xiliang and were either captured alive or killed.

Xie Fu stood amidst a pile of wreckage and blood, spear in hand. He raised his arm, the cold armor brushing against his face. He casually wiped the blood off his face and said in a hoarse voice, "Back to the city."

The Xiliang forces successfully ambushed the enemy general outside the city and captured his head, a resounding victory.

In the northern border region of Xiliang, the entanglement between Xiliang and the Central Plains for more than a month has finally come to a brief end.

Although the Central Plains had all the advantages of timing and location, launching an attack when the Western Liang was ravaged by plague, it could not make up for the lack of war training among the armies in the Central Plains inland over the years.

On the battlefield, swords have no eyes, and war is merciless. When two countries clash, there is no such thing as showing mercy. Even though the Central Plains is rich in resources and has not been hit by natural disasters, Xie Fu did not know whether the person in the Central Plains was old and not thinking clearly, or whether the people in the Central Plains were just so unrealistic.

After winning the battle, the Xiliang army escorted the prisoners from the Central Plains back to the cities on the northern border of Xiliang.

"Young Master".

His men knocked on the door of Xie Fu's room, but no one answered for a long time.

The young master's tactics have become increasingly aggressive lately, which has made them very nervous, but thankfully the outcome has been good, successfully defeating the enemy's attack this time.

He forced himself to call out again, "Young Master."

There was still no answer from inside.

Could it be that the young master is too tired from today's battle and has already rested?

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