As it turns out, Ruobao's advance surveillance of the wells the engineers were drilling was a stroke of genius.
Since the water source near Luoyue Pass is groundwater, the location of the well must be extremely ingenious if one wants to dig a well to impact Luoyue Pass.
There aren't many places like this. Although there are many mountains around Luoyue Pass, there are very few places with groundwater that are also located above the terrain of Luoyue Pass. There are only two or three such places in total.
Ruobao then sent people to patrol the route every day, and finally caught the person who wanted to blow up the mountain and flood Luoyue Pass.
Everyone roughly knew which faction the person who blew up the well belonged to, so they didn't say it out loud, saving face for each other, as it wasn't time to tear each other apart yet.
Due to Ruobao's outstanding military achievements during the war and her various prescient strategic moves, her popularity in the army soared. After all, at every meeting, Ruobao's slender figure standing among a group of men was simply too conspicuous. Coupled with Ruobao's excellent physical attributes and beauty, her popularity became even more uncontrollable.
The Qi soldiers might not know their commander's name, but they had all heard that the strategist of the rear army was a gentle, beautiful, and brilliant military strategist. She even had a nickname: "Divine Strategist General."
News of Qi Jun's attempt to forcibly blow up the well quickly reached Yin Jing, and Meng Bao's transfer order followed shortly afterward.
Most of the Qi army stationed outside Luoyue Pass retreated, and all the generals went to the capital. The King of the Southwest was no exception.
The retreat of the Qi army meant that the Qi-Yan war would enter the later "peace negotiation" stage, but He Yunxiao felt very sorry about it.
It's not that I regret the peace talks, but rather that I regret Li Xiangjun's letter.
Counting the days, Li Xiangjun's letter should have been sent back by now, but unfortunately, it never arrived.
He Yunxiao thought about it and concluded that Li Xiangjun might not have intended to send him a letter at all. After all, they had no feelings for each other and no connection, and he was just a nobody who couldn't influence the peace talks between Qi and Yan. There was absolutely no need for the dignified Emperor of Yan to send him a letter. Waiting for her reply would only be wishful thinking on his part.
Mengbao ordered the Qi army to retreat, and He Yunxiao's rear guard was naturally included.
Normally, the female protagonists would lag behind the main ranks during marches. But this march was different; Ruobao and Youbao's carriage took the lead, walking at the very front of the column. However, He Yunxiao's short-sword troops were still clearing the way at the very front.
The Short Knife Army is several times stronger than the Short Knife Gang of yesteryear, not only in terms of paper strength, but also in terms of cohesion and execution.
Pang Jian, now the second-in-command of the Short Swords Army, is well aware of the underlying logic of "securing his position as the second-in-command".
His ability to become the "second-in-command" was not due to his ninth-rank cultivation level or his status as an "elder of the Short Knife Gang," but rather because he was deeply trusted by He Yunxiao.
Pang Jian knew He Yunxiao's temperament well. He didn't care about your minor flaws, as long as you didn't cross his bottom line, everything would be fine. If you could serve his "bottom line" well, promotion and wealth would be guaranteed. He Yunxiao's bottom line was also very simple: those pretty girls.
Pang Jian's attitude towards He Yunxiao's "bottom line" was: don't ask, don't say, don't know. Gossip was also strictly forbidden within the Short Sword Army. Although discussion was forbidden, they still had to help Commander He get things done.
For example, this time, He Yunxiao unusually let the female protagonists walk in front of the army, and Pang Jian thoughtfully went to the city ahead to make arrangements in advance.
Ensure that He Yunxiao has a separate and safe restaurant, and that there will be no conflict with other generals who are returning to Yinjing and spending the night in the city.
In the middle of the night, He Yunxiao got up and quietly slipped into Youbao's room.
Jiang Wuyou looked at him with surprise. Logically speaking, he should be with Fan Ziruo right now.
"Why have you come, my husband?"
Since Sister Jiang was one of their own, He Yunxiao didn't mince words and said, "Your sister is useless."
Jiang Wuyou's cheeks flushed slightly. She roughly knew what level Ruobao was at; she shouldn't have been able to hold on until dawn unless her husband showed no mercy.
"Is my husband...?" Jiang Wuyou hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.
He Yunxiao poured himself a cup of tea. "Stop talking. There's still some time before dawn. Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Before Jiang Wuyou could speak, the candle she had just lit in her room went out again.
...
Unusually, Miss Bai didn't practice her martial arts tonight and silently suffered from insomnia all night.
Before dawn, she couldn't wait to have water boiled for her to take a bath and changed all her clothes, inside and out, into new ones.
...
After days of arduous travel, He Yunxiao and the others finally returned to Yinjing City.
The army would be stationed in the counties surrounding Yinjing, while the generals would need to enter the city to "meet the emperor".
A state banquet to reward the generals would naturally follow, but it wouldn't be held immediately upon He Yunxiao's arrival in the city; it would have to wait until all the generals of the three armies had arrived in Yinjing.
It's normal for an army of hundreds of thousands to march over a hundred li (approximately 50 kilometers). A hundred li is a journey that takes one or two days.
Perhaps Mengbao had played a little trick; He Yunxiao's rear guard, which was supposed to be at the rear, ended up being the first team to arrive in Yinjing.
However, He Yunxiao did not rush to the palace immediately, but instead took Jiang Wuyou home first.
At the entrance of the Marquis's residence, the master and his wife stood side by side.
“Father, Aunt,” He Yunxiao said with a smile.
"Father, Mother," Jiang Wuyou said to He Yunxiao.
"Yes. Xian'er made your favorite dishes. Come and eat if you have nothing else to do." After saying this, Marquis Wuqing He Yuanhao patted He Yunxiao on the shoulder and then walked into the mansion.
Zhang Jingxian silently wiped away her tears.
"Auntie, why are you crying? I'm perfectly fine," He Yunxiao said, supporting Zhang Jingxian.
"Auntie is just worried about our Wuyou," the beautiful woman denied.
"Mother, Wuyou is doing well too," Jiang Wuyou said gently with a faint smile.
"Good boy, are you feeling wronged fighting alongside He Yunxiao?"
No. I'm not wronged.
"After you get home, you should continue taking the supplements you need."
Jiang Wuyou's face flushed slightly. She understood what Zhang Jingxian meant; this was an attempt to urge her to get down to business after her "fake pregnancy" had been exposed.
"Mother, the young master hasn't married a proper wife yet."
He Yunxiao got a headache as soon as he heard the word "official wife". He had just returned and it was getting late, so he quickly said, "Auntie, Auntie, let's have dinner first, let's have dinner first."
After nearly half a year apart, the He family sat down again at their familiar table at home.
A table full of dishes was laid out in every corner of the table. Not to mention chicken, duck, fish, meat, and regular vegetables, He Yunxiao even saw seafood on the table.
It's important to understand that in ancient times, the economy was primarily agrarian, and the capital of most countries was located inland. Coupled with inconvenient transportation and difficulties in preservation, it was perfectly normal for many people to never have seen or eaten seafood in their entire lives. For a single piece of seafood to appear in Yinjing, it required considerable resources and was quite expensive.
Regardless, this meal was indeed prepared with great care.
He Yuanhao said, "You've been out there fighting in the army, and you haven't even sent a letter home. If your aunt wants to know how you are doing, she'll have to go to Dean Fan at the Deer Horn Academy to ask. But Old Fan has a good opinion of you, so he'll let it go and not scold you. Let's eat."
He Yunxiao found it amusing, but dared not laugh out loud.
Tsk tsk, Dad wants to praise himself, but he has to find a way to do it indirectly. It's really difficult for him.
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