Jin Suting didn't say anything, her head felt like it was exploding with pain.

"Someone! Someone come quickly! Call the accompanying military doctor!"

Jin Suting grabbed Helan Ruizhe's hand and used her eyes to stop the servant who was going to find a military doctor.

He forced himself to stand up: "I'm fine, I just need to rest for a while."

Then she stopped thinking about the past and slowly calmed down. The pain in her head, which had just exploded, gradually became comfortable and no longer hurt.

"Are you really okay?" Helan Ruizhe was still worried and wanted to try to feel her pulse himself.

"I said no need!" Jin Suting refused decisively. Helan Ruizhe's medical skills were pretty good. If someone drank contraceptive soup for a long time and had a cold body, he would definitely be able to detect something wrong by taking the pulse.

But the abnormality she showed also made Helan Ruizhe realize that something was wrong.

But he still didn't say anything, "Put on more clothes, your hands are cold."

There was a joking tone, and a sense of guilt rose in Jin Suting's heart. She frowned and apologized: "I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay, no need to say sorry." After calming down, Helan Ruizhe said, "If you don't want the child, then I'll have to live a few more years. On second thought, it makes sense. Once our child is born, the blame will be on him. Let me bear all this pain alone."

Jin Suting looked at him, her eyes filled with some inexplicable emotions. She was increasingly unable to see through this man. She instinctively wanted to find the lost part of her memory, but was strongly rejected.

She was very conflicted, as if she was standing on a single-plank bridge with jackals in front and tigers and leopards behind. The road behind was blocked and there was no way out in front.

"Yeah." She nodded indifferently, closed her eyes and said she wanted to rest, then drove Helan Ruizhe away.

He didn't mention that they would be leaving for southern Xinjiang in an hour. Helan Ruizhe thought that those things were unimportant and would be discussed after she woke up.

***

Three days later, they had reached the edge of southern Xinjiang. With tens of thousands of troops stationed on the southern border, it was impossible for them not to be discovered.

Thus, the war between Fuding Kingdom and Southern Xinjiang officially began.

Helan Ruizhe was very busy, busy every day discussing defense deployment with the generals, how to retake the lost city, and supervising the training of the troops. He did everything personally, even leading the troops in the first direct confrontation with Southern Xinjiang.

Before going to the battlefield, the people of southern Xinjiang fully demonstrated their vicious side.

In December when it was snowing heavily, there wasn't a single poisonous insect in the snow.

In the middle of the night, the Southern Xinjiang troops sneaked into the camp of the Fuding Kingdom soldiers and placed thirty baskets of poisonous insects and snakes into the tents. As soon as the poisonous creatures sensed the warmth, they immediately unleashed their fists and kicks, injuring thousands of soldiers.

About a hundred people were directly poisoned to death. Fortunately, Jin Suting and Helan Ruizhe were well prepared and brought twenty carriages of medicinal herbs for treating injuries, which effectively controlled the damage caused by these poisons.

That night, Helan Ruizhe was discussing the tactics for the next day's head-on confrontation with the generals, while Jin Suting was developing medicine on the side, as if she knew that something unexpected would happen tonight.

Fortunately, they were all awake and immediately swung their swords to kill any poisonous insects or snakes they saw, otherwise they would have been bitten.

"People in Southern Xinjiang are really hateful!"

A bearded vanguard gnashed his teeth. He was almost entangled by a poisonous snake around his ankle and has not recovered yet.

"Then we will be more hateful than them." Jin Suting winked playfully at the captured poisonous creatures.