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Just as he was dazed, a voice like falling jade came from not far away.

Mu Yuanlong suddenly shuddered, his face ashamed. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, this subordinate was distracted.”

Zong Luo glanced at him. “Quickly adjust your state, this is not the Imperial City. You are standing on the territory of the Great Yuan, the frozen soil of war. In such a dazed state, if you are in front of the battle, it is enough for the enemy to kill you a hundred times, how can you protect your soldiers and the people behind you?”

The words were neither light nor heavy, but they made Mu Yuanlong’s face turn red.

He stood on the spot, and knelt on one knee. “Yes!”

The prince in white did not comment, and continued to turn his gaze to the map in front of him.

On it, the border defense and troop distribution were carefully planned, and the route for transporting grain and grass from the rear was also marked.

The Imperial City was far away from the border, but Zong Luo shortened it to within a month, rushed with the Xuan Cavalry on fast horse, later the army would only need half a month to arrive one after another.

In other words, they were the vanguard. Today’s arrival at Hanmen Pass was nothing more than a greeting between the two generals, which was a customary etiquette among the various countries. Although they were about to meet in battle, the rules left before the collapse of the previous dynasty were still in use. Especially when facing such a respected general as Lord Wu An, regardless of the different positions, Zong Luo admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Moreover, with the memory of the previous life, Zong Luo already knew the outcome of this battle.

The Emperor of Yu was afraid of death and timid.

On the one hand, he was greedy for wealth and honor, and he did not hesitate to use the most sinister mind to speculate about the elderly and virtuous Lord Wu An.

In the previous life, when the Great Yuan Iron Cavalry arrived at Hanmen Pass, the Emperor of Yu hurriedly ordered the envoy to come, either cutting the land, paying compensation, or sending off the city, just for the Great Yuan to withdraw troops.

What’s even more outrageous was that in order to show loyalty to the Great Yuan Iron Cavalry, the Emperor of Yu listened to the slander of the treacherous officials and issued an edict to kill Lord Wu An without any request from the Great Yuan.

A generation veteran, for the country and the people, loyal and dedicated, did not shed the last drop of blood on the battlefield, but died in the hands of the monarch he was loyal to, how sad, how ridiculous!

Zong Luo asked for troops to come here, not because he knew that this was a nailed-down, self-defeating victory. But because this section of the front line was the farthest from the Imperial City, going back and forth, by the time he returned next time, it would be just in time for the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony at the intersection of summer and autumn.

The Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, as a prince, he naturally had to return to the capital.

Even this identity as a prince was nothing but a joke.

Yes, a joke.

The things he had been pursuing for two lifetimes were nothing but illusions, just empty words on paper.

Zong Luo knew that he couldn’t think anymore, if he thought again, he might collapse.

For the first time in his life, he chose to escape, fleeing from the Imperial City, using heavy military affairs to numb himself.

However, some things, it’s not that he didn’t want to, the pain could be washed away and could be escaped.

The full head of white hair was the best evidence.

When people were in the most pain, they couldn’t make a sound.

The leading wolf in the snow field always died in silence, and until death, it was the proudest one among the wolves.

Zong Luo said in a low voice. “Let’s go over the battle plan again.”

Mu Yuanlong brought the charcoal pen, just about to speak, when suddenly a messenger came to report. “Reporting to Your Highness, there is an oral decree from His Majesty in the Imperial City!”

Hearing the two words “His Majesty”, the prince in white couldn’t help but tremble.

Fortunately, the people in the tent were all focused on the military report and didn’t notice this small change.

The military report was written by the Emperor Yuan himself, with a familiar arrogant brushwork, powerful through the back of the paper, with every turn so powerful.

This was a normal military report.

Just when everyone thought this was all, the messenger came forward and held another box over his head. “Third Highness, this is something His Majesty specifically told you.”

The prince in white lowered his eyes and trembled, and took the box.

He gently opened it.

Inside was only a sword and a piece of clothing woven from gold thread.

Seeing this piece of clothing, Zong Luo’s pupils shrank sharply, and the complexity and pain that surged in his heart almost drowned him.

Mu Yuanlong exclaimed. “Golden silk soft armor!”

People who marched were familiar with the weapons register, naturally knowing this famous armor.

For decades, the golden silk soft armor had almost disappeared in the Great  Wilderness. The last time it appeared was when Zong Yuanwu spent a lot of effort to collect it and presented it to Emperor Yuan on his birthday.

Where this golden silk soft armor came from, there was no need to say more.

Not to mention the Zhanlu placed aside.

This was clearly the sword that Zong Luo deliberately did not take away from Yuchun Palace before he left.

Because he was not worthy.

He was no longer worthy to wield this sword.