After lunch, Yan Shaoheng was still worried. "Are you sure you don't feel any discomfort?"
"You've taken my pulse three times this lunch. Have you noticed anything unusual?"
Chen Jingshu gave him a playful glare, but her heart was filled with sweetness.
Yan Shaoheng chuckled softly and pulled her into his arms. "I was just worried about you. I won't be by your side this time I'm going to fight in the Yue Kingdom, so you must take good care of yourself."
Chen Jingshu nodded. "I will. You must be careful too." She knew the trip was dangerous, but she trusted Yan Shaoheng's abilities.
Yan Shaoheng lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Wait for me to come back." Then, he led his army on his journey.
Chen Jingshu watched his departing figure, silently praying that he would return safely.
Back at her residence, Chen Jingshu couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, but she felt as if something was moving all over her body.
But upon closer inspection, nothing seemed amiss.
"Fang Tao, do you see anything wrong with me?" Perhaps it was Yan Shaoheng's nervousness earlier that made Chen Jingshu have some thoughts.
Fang Tao examined it carefully. "Your Highness, this servant is too dull to see anything. How about I bring the imperial physician to examine you?"
"Alright, I'm tired today. There's no need to prepare dinner. I want to rest early. You may leave now."
After saying that, Fang Tao went out and closed the door.
They assumed it was because the Empress and the Emperor were newlyweds and were tired.
Chen Jingshu tossed and turned in bed for a while, but finally couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.
Unbeknownst to her, countless worms were wriggling inside her body.
Sucking on her blood, in the middle of the night, Chen Jingshu seemed to have a dream in which her arms were covered with black Gu worms, which were greedily sucking her blood.
She screamed in terror, trying to drive the worms away with her hands, but they multiplied and crawled up her body.
"Ah!" Chen Jingshu suddenly woke up with a start, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.
She was breathing heavily, her heart was pounding, and there was still a look of terror in her eyes.
She looked around and realized that she had just had a nightmare, which made her feel relieved.
But the terrifying dream still haunted her, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.
——
"Your Highness, the secret service reports that Yan Shaoheng has led an army of 100,000 to our border, including an estimated 10,000 undead."
An Si's heart burned with a raging rage, as if he wanted to devour the entire world, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.
He never imagined that Yan Shaoheng would be so heartless and insane, using so many lives to satisfy his own selfish desires.
"Are all the weapons ready?" Yue Xiyuan seemed to have anticipated this.
"Your Highness is truly a prophet. The improved bow and arrows are now powerful enough to penetrate walls a hundred meters away, not to mention the gunpowder developed by the Princess. When the brothers saw the power of the gunpowder, their jaws almost dropped in shock."
When An Siyi recalled the day they tested gunpowder, they realized that if Yan An hadn't reminded them earlier, they wouldn't have taken it seriously.
That tiny piece of explosive was able to create such a large crater.
"Yes, An'an has also prepared the water from Tianshan Mountain to deal with the undead. When the army leaves the city later, you can send someone to pull it away."
"Yes, Your Highness." An Si accepted the order and left.
Yue Xiyuan turned to look out the window, a resolute glint in his eyes.
War is imminent.
But they will definitely win.
Because he has An'an.
Without realizing it, he found that he seemed to have gotten used to having a precocious wife by his side.
He doesn't need to protect his wife; in fact, he can protect her.
"How is it? Is everything arranged?" Yan An placed a bowl of freshly cooked seafood porridge on the table.
"Don't worry, with An'an here, and with my plan, we will surely kill Yan Shaoheng."
Yan An glared at him angrily, "Hurry up and eat something, we're leaving soon."
"Does An'an want to come with her father?" Yue Xiyuan asked after taking a sip of porridge.
A flicker of excitement flashed in Yan An's eyes. "You really will take me?"
She really wanted to go to the battlefield, mainly to see how Yan Shaoheng and his precious son would kneel down and beg for mercy.
Ideally, she could avenge Yue Xiyuan herself.
After all, protecting him is no joke.
“However, Yan Zhixiao did not come along on this trip.” Yue Xiyuan seemed to have seen through Yan An’s thoughts.
"It's better that he didn't come along." Yan An snorted lightly. "He won't get in the way. He can just collect his mother's body."
Yue Xiyuan smiled and said, "My An'an is still the most domineering."
Yue Xiyuan suddenly opened his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace.
Her heartbeat rang in her ears, steady and strong, making her feel incredibly safe. Her body trembled slightly as she felt his breath and warmth.
"If only there were no war," Yan An said, wrapping her arms around his waist with a touch of melancholy.
Since her soul returned to its place, she has witnessed too much injustice in this world.
But these are things that can only be changed by generation after generation.
She did not want to start a war unless absolutely necessary. The people were displaced and their lives were uncertain. What difference was there between them and the living dead that Yan Shaoheng had turned into?
"The Moon Kingdom once signed a peace treaty with the other three kingdoms, hoping that the four kingdoms could help each other and live together. The current situation is not what we all wished for. Sometimes I wonder if the four kingdoms could only be unified to avoid war," Yue Xiyuan pondered.
He couldn't remember exactly how many years he had fought—ten? Twelve? Or fifteen?
It seems he went to the battlefield at a very young age.
Corpses littered the ground, and people were displaced. Perhaps the one who charged into battle was the only hope for his family.
"Then let's present our imperial brother with a grand gift."
Yan An's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile, and her eyes gleamed with cunning.
Yue Xiyuan gently tapped her nose and smiled indulgently, "If your brother knew what you were thinking... hahaha..."
The emperor, who was processing memorials in the palace, sneezed several times.
"Has Your Majesty caught a cold? Perhaps this servant should summon the imperial physician to examine you?"
"It's alright, I'm fine."
After finishing their meal, Yue Xiyuan and Yan An led an army of 200,000 men out of the city in a grand procession.
Both armies set off from their respective countries and headed towards the southern border.
The battle is about to begin.
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