Murong Yue's face flushed red.

She vaguely knew what it was. "I...I...we're good friends, whatever you say it is."

"good."

So that summer, Yan Qinghe led 300,000 Qingli troops straight to the Liao Kingdom.

Murong Yue, standing behind, was uneasy.

"Ah Hao, is there enough food?"

“That’s enough, Your Highness. The officials from the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue both reported to you yesterday.”

"Teacher, do we have enough staff?"

Li Xuanji replied with a smile, "That's enough, Your Majesty. The spies we planted in Liao have all been put into service."

Murong Yue scratched her head and let the Little Grey family run around the store.

A year later, Little Grey had found a partner and gave birth to a litter in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony was bustling with activity.

After playing for a while, she asked Qi Yuan, "Is Yan Qinghe's martial arts skill good enough?"

Qi Yuan replied solemnly, "Your Majesty, General Yan's skills surpass those of this humble servant."

"All right."

Murong Yue stopped playing and went back to reading the memorials.

But that night, Ah Hao discovered that His Majesty was missing.

Only one letter was left behind.

Everyone: ...

The Liao Kingdom was not as easy to conquer as imagined; it was mountainous and its people were strong.

Yan Qinghe only reported good news and not bad news; he was injured in yesterday's battle.

The injury wasn't serious, but Wu Yi was still ordered not to mention it in the battle report sent to the capital.

They were going to conquer a mountain city.

It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and has only one main road.

The mountains of the Liao Kingdom were high and vast, and it was easy to get lost once inside.

To advance further, we must take this city.

He stared intently at the sand table, his beard unkempt, and his arm wrapped in bandages, as if he had returned to his days on the northwestern border.