The next morning, Li Xue woke up and subconsciously shrank her head into the quilt. She reached out and touched her side and felt something was still warm, but the person was gone.

Thinking of the man's gentle coaxing voice last night and the ambiguous scenes that made her blush and heartbeat, her face instantly turned red and warm, and she struggled for a long time before getting up.

Xiao Zhu pushed the door open and came in, smiling brightly: "Congratulations, Princess. The Prince Consort was very considerate last night. He asked me to prepare hot water early so that I could clean your body myself."

With a bang, my mind went blank.

Li Xue curled her fingers in shame, feeling somewhat bewildered: "Last night, didn't you help me last night? How could it be... could it be my husband?"

"Then where is he going now?"

Xiao Zhu stood behind her, combing her long black hair with a comb, and said with a smile: "Of course it's the Prince Consort. I have never seen anyone better than the Prince Consort."

"Princess, your good fortune is yet to come. I can see that the Prince Consort is delighted with you."

"Oh, by the way, the Prince Consort originally said that he would dine with you, but the Marquis said he had something to discuss and called him to the study early."

Li Xue hummed, waited for the temperature on her face to slowly fade away, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was better if he wasn't here, otherwise she really didn't know how to face him.

"Hoohoo, go call the court doctor, don't call the Third Young Master. I want to take the child's pulse and see how he is."

Although he was gentle last night, he had been tossing and turning for a long time. She still wanted to check his pulse to feel at ease.

Xiao Zhu smiled and nodded, then hurried to find the court doctor.

The atmosphere in the study was a bit serious

Jiang Baichuan took out a letter and whispered, "The spies reported that Donglin will invade Southern Xinjiang with 100,000 troops next month. I'm afraid it will be lost."

"When the time comes, His Majesty will certainly target the Jiang family. This war between us and the imperial court is inevitable. Please report on the progress of military training, weapons manufacturing, and food supplies."

Half an hour passed, and everyone's faces were filled with joy after hearing this: "Third Young Master is so fast. I didn't expect that he could produce 100,000 Flowing Light Swords in such a short time."

"Add to that the mines, and if the five crossbows work together, even if we're outnumbered alone against Donglin, we can still win."

Anyone who has witnessed the horror of landmines knows that the power of that thing is simply beyond the reach of human power. However, in addition to these, there are other things that human power cannot contend with.

Qin Shu's staff worriedly said, "My Lord, these weapons are no problem against Donglin and the Xiongnu. We are only worried about the people in the temple. They have great magical powers and cannot be dealt with by weapons."

Yes, each of those people has power beyond that of ordinary people. If we face them head-on, I'm afraid that people will be dead before the mines are even used.

No matter how good a weapon is, it is useless if you can't use it.

Jiang Ling's lips curled slightly when he heard this, and he whispered, "Don't worry about that. I know what's going on. When the people from the temple arrive, I'll naturally give them a gift."

The staff were stunned when they heard this: "Ah, Young General, you have already made a plan, but now we only have one Venerable, the Third Young Master. How can we fight against the Temple?"

"Who said there's only one third brother?"

When he raised his hand, a chill came over him and countless ice spikes instantly appeared on the table, looking extremely cold and terrifying.

Everyone looked at his hair that had suddenly turned white, and stood there in shock for a moment: "This, this..."

Jiang Baichuan said with a smile: "It's okay, everyone, don't worry. The Temple has its own venerables. Who says we don't have any in the Northern Wilderness? We now have a team of venerables with over a thousand people under our command."

"How many, thousands?"

"Yes, in addition to the eldest and third brothers, there is also a team of thousands of venerables. This is our trump card. Even if we face the people from the temple, we will be fine."

The staff looked at each other, and their eyes lit up instantly. If they followed the Jiang family, they would tie their lives and property to the Jiang family.

The Jiang family is destined to be in opposition to the imperial court. Naturally, the stronger the master is, the more at ease they will feel.

"Congratulations, Lord Marquis. If you have a team of a thousand Venerables, then there's naturally nothing to worry about. Even if the court wants to do something to the Northern Wilderness, they'll have to consider the Venerables' face and be cautious."

"Well, so everyone should just do their own thing and wait and see what happens in Southern Xinjiang."

"Yes, my lord."

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On the battlefield in southern Xinjiang

Huo Ying'an rode on horseback, looking at the aggressive Huns, the Donglin people following behind, and the most terrifying Donglin Silver Moon Sword.

It is the nemesis of weapons. It is like cutting tofu when encountering it. If you fight with your physical body, it is hard to estimate how many people will die.

Glancing at the soldiers around him, the fear on their faces was too obvious. Their morale was already low before the battle even started, and they were likely to lose the battle.

I'm afraid the Huo family is... finished too. Damn it, why did they come to Southern Xinjiang in the first place? If I had known earlier, I should have let the Jiang family take care of this mess. Who knew Donglin would interfere?

The deputy general gritted his teeth and said, "General, the mines sent by the Jiang family are here. When the time comes, we can use them and kill them without a single piece of armor left."

"Oh, this general has finally become a knife in the hands of the Jiang family. Damn it, beat the drums of war."

In this battle, the Donglin soldiers in the rear did not move, but just watched coldly as the Huns continued to fall. The letter that Huo Ying'an sent to the capital for help should have arrived.

Their last hope of survival is for His Majesty to send troops to help, otherwise Southern Xinjiang will definitely not be able to withstand it. As for the people in the city, he felt heartbroken just thinking about it.

A month ago, someone spread rumors that Nanjiang City was about to be breached and that the Huns would massacre the city, causing the people in the city to flee.

They say they are defending the city, but how many people are still in the city now?

After half a month of continuous war, corpses were everywhere, and the purgatory-like scene was devastating.

Huo Ying'an was bandaging his wound, his face pale from the pain. "Come here, has there been any response from the capital? When can they send troops to help?"

The deputy general's face was extremely grim: "General, there has been no news of reinforcements. If we wait any longer, even if they come, they will just collect our bodies."

"I'm afraid the Jiang family won't send any troops this time."

"Damn it! Are they crazy? If Southern Xinjiang is conquered, what good will it do them? If Da Gan is dead, how can they live happily ever after?"

"But...but the Northern Wilderness is vast. If they want to become king themselves, it's not completely impossible. Besides, the people of the cities in the Southern Border have already fled to the Northern Wilderness."

When Huo Ying'an heard this, he felt dizzy.

"No, it's impossible. How could those old-fashioned people of the Jiang family rebel?"

The deputy general thought how could it be impossible? Look at what the emperor has forced people into. If it were him, he would have rebelled long ago.

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