"If he's crippled, he can be sent back to Chaoge to be cared for."
His face was so pale it was almost inhuman.
Chu Changning, "---"
Yan Beimo ignored her, turned around, took off his wet cloak, and went to deal with military affairs.
Seeing his despicable behavior, Chu Changning was furious and unconsciously tightened his grip.
With a hiss, she gasped in pain.
"The gold chain crafted by the extraordinary people of the Western Regions will tighten the more you pull it."
He sat in the main seat, raised his eyelids to look at her, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was repulsive.
"---"
Chu Changning stopped struggling, lay down with a cold face, and pretended to be dead with her eyes closed.
The faint candlelight flickered inside the tent.
Her fair and slender wrists were bruised and purple from the struggle, which looked particularly glaring in the candlelight.
Yan Beimo glanced at it indifferently, then looked away.
Chu Changning had been feeling sleepy lately, and soon he fell asleep.
By the time Yan Beimo finished dealing with military affairs, it was already midnight.
A few crows could be heard cawing outside, and the snow gradually stopped.
Yan Beimo got up, walked to the small couch, unfastened the gold chain on her wrist, and carried her to the main sleeping tent.
A stove was burning inside the main tent, and the floor was covered with a plush carpet, making it warm.
Chu Changning woke up because of the heat, and unconsciously kicked the quilt over himself, making it difficult for him to sleep soundly.
Yan Beimo opened his eyes, grabbed her wrist, and threw her inside.
Suddenly, he paused slightly and tightened his grip on the pulse.
Inside the dimly lit tent, the man's expression was inscrutable. The moonlight cast a chilling glow on his seemingly gentle face, revealing a half-face hidden in darkness with an enigmatic look.
He withdrew his hand, glanced at the person sleeping beside him, and shifted slightly as he leaned against the bed.
The room was eerily silent.
The cawing of crows could be heard from outside the tent from time to time.
Yan Beimo snapped out of his daze, lifted the curtain, got off the bed, walked to the table, and gulped down a whole pot of strong liquor.
The sake from the north is not like that of Kyoto; it is both spicy and strong.
But he was used to drinking it, so it was like drinking water; he didn't feel anything.
Chu Changning smelled a pungent smell of alcohol in his sleep, sniffed it with displeasure, and muttered something.
Yan Beimo heard the murmur and turned around.
In the darkness, a faint, almost imperceptible joy shone in those eyes.
With war raging across the land, His Majesty in the capital has invited princes and noble families from all over the country to return to the capital to discuss the war in the north and to seek a truce.
Several days have passed, but the people from the north have yet to make a move. They have even sent troops to Ding'an, causing unrest in the nineteen cities of Quelu Mountain.
King Qi was furious and openly accused Yan Beimo in the court, rebuking him for his wolfish ambitions.
But those loyal to the powerful families could not tolerate such words, and a quarrel broke out in the hall.
On the surface, aristocratic families do not get involved in the struggle for imperial power. The warring states and fragmentation among the princes in the north is essentially a trap. As a scion of an aristocratic family, it is not inappropriate for Marquis Yan to stay out of the power struggle and not return to the capital.
But King Qi laughed and angrily rebuked Yan Beimo for acting like a prince despite being a scion of a noble family, showing no regard for His Majesty's face. After saying this, he stormed off.
A few days later, Shen Yan issued another edict, saying that Yan Bei Mo was invited back to the capital for a meeting regarding the war in the north.
After receiving the imperial edict, Yan Beimo casually tossed it aside.
"When does the lord plan to return to the capital? How many men will he take with him?"
Inside the tent, Zhong Yuan, who was sitting at the lower right, asked a question.
"His Majesty in Kyoto has the support of powerful families, yet he repeatedly opposes them. My lord, you should act now."
Yan Beimo said calmly, "What you say is true, sir. We shall return to the capital in a couple of days."
"Hexing".
He Xing immediately stood up, "My lord."
"Take 100,000 troops and surround Ding'an City, then continue the attack."
"yes."
Who is currently stationed in Dingyuan?
Qilin stood up and said, "Xuan Yao."
At this moment, He Xing suddenly chimed in.
"Now that Emperor You has fled south, the people of the Western Regions have been attacking from the south. Once Northern You is captured by the Western Regions, our lord's important affairs will be hindered, and we will be in grave danger."
Yan Beimo spoke up, "Let Lin Shoucheng lead troops to garrison Dingyuan, and send Xuan Yao to continue south to seize Youzhou."
"yes."
Zhongyuan said, "My lord, you must be careful when you return to the capital this time. You can send troops to meet you in the suburbs."
Yan Beimo has been fighting in the north and has amassed a large army, which has already threatened the throne. Shen Yan is ruthless and it is hard to say that this time he is not trying to kill him and protect the throne. It would be most appropriate to bring troops to meet him.
Yan Beimo gently twirled the black jade bead in his hand, speaking softly.
"All the kings of the north have gone to Kyoto. This time, Kyoto is going to be lively."
They're all a bunch of ill-intentioned people; they won't go to Kyoto alone, they'll all be accompanied by soldiers.
Chu Changning was having a meal when he heard the news that he was going to the capital.
She paused, then pursed her lips.
Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over her, and she covered her mouth, her unease growing stronger once more.
It's been several days now, and Yan Beimo won't let her go out at all. She doesn't dare to go to the army doctor and has been enduring it all.
We can't wait any longer.
It's cold up north. It snowed a few days ago, and the ground is still frozen. The weather has turned gloomy.
Chu Changning changed into a soldier's uniform, disguised himself, and quietly slipped out of the military camp.
The city had just been embroiled in battle, and the people were staying indoors, leaving the streets desolate.
A cold wind raged, and a continuous drizzle fell.
She searched for a long time before finally finding a clinic.
There was only one child in the clinic, and it was getting late when the old doctor finally arrived.
What symptoms?
Chu Changning quickly sat down and began to explain everything in detail, while the old doctor reached out to take her pulse.
As expected, it was a positive pregnancy pulse.
She remained silent, her face expressionless.
"Why are you alone? Where are your husband's family? This strenuous exercise, your pulse is unstable, and you seem to be experiencing symptoms of miscarriage—"
The old doctor kept talking and went to the medicine cabinet at the back to get her some medicine.
Chu Changning pursed her lips and suddenly spoke.
"Could you make me a bowl of 'fertility soup'?"
"Um?"
The old doctor paused, then turned around and stared at her with wide eyes.
The little boy also looked at her, "---"
Chu Changning said awkwardly, "My husband is dead, and I can't raise the child by myself."
This world is unjust, with warlords ruling their own territories and constant warfare. Recruiting soldiers and buying horses makes life difficult for widows.
The old doctor sighed and went to the back room to brew the medicine.
The little girl asked curiously, "Was your husband drafted into the army?"
Chu Changning, "---"
"Um."
"The widow Wang from our village also lost her husband on the battlefield. She's raising three children alone. Her second daughter has a huge mole on her face, and they don't have the money to treat it—"
Chu Changning frowned. "Didn't the imperial court issue pensions?"
"I didn't see it."
After ascending to the throne, Shen Yan was eager for quick success and recruited soldiers everywhere to recover lost territories. However, with the kings fighting each other and neighboring countries carving up their own territories, he alone could not fight against them and could not change the chaos of the world.
Even if compensation is paid, it is all exploited at each level.
Chu Changning sighed upon hearing this, but she was powerless and powerless, and could not change anything.
"Young lady, the medicine is here."
At this moment, the doctor from the back room came out carrying steaming hot medicine.
Chu Changning glanced at the sky outside the window; it was already quite late.
She didn't have time to wait for the medicine to cool down, so she blew on it haphazardly and was about to drink it.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and a person, covered in the dust of the world, walked in.
Under the gloomy rain, the small building was surrounded by a dense array of armored vehicles.
What are you drinking?
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