Mu Yuanlong keenly noticed that after the battle at Hanmen Pass, His Highness seemed to have figured something out.
Although the light in his eyes was still dim, it was not as confused as before.
The most prominent performance was that he no longer used busy military affairs to numb himself, and he would not be exhausted to the extreme before going to rest, but followed the daily normal shift of the military camp, going to bed and getting up on time.
Mu Yuanlong keenly noticed that after the battle at Hanmen Pass, His Highness seemed to have figured something out.
Although the light in his eyes was still dim, it was not as confused as before.
The most prominent performance was that he no longer used busy military affairs to numb himself, and he would not be exhausted to the extreme before going to rest, but followed the daily normal shift of the military camp, going to bed and getting up on time.
About half a month ago, Mu Yuanlong watched His Highness take the Zhanlu sword and drew a line directly on his wrist. Watching the blood flowing out, he calmly took out a medicine bottle from his clothes and tested the medicine on himself.
From beginning to end, His Highness’s expression did not move at all, as calm as if he could not feel the pain. On the contrary, it frightened Mu Yuanlong, the deputy general, for fear that the hand holding the sword hilt would shift the edge at the next moment.
Others don’t know, but Mu Yuanlong had actually dreamed of His Highness committing suicide.
In the dream, His Highness’s expression also repeated the collapse, struggle, and pain. In the end, when the tip of the sword was stained with blood, it turned into the most silent blank. Just like His Highness’s expression when he was testing medicine on his arm.
So after noticing His Highness’s change, Mu Yuanlong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a heart that had been hanging for a long time fell back to its original place.
The battle of Hanmen Pass progressed extremely quickly.
Soon, the Great Yuan took over Hanmen Pass from the Yu Country and drove the iron cavalry into the Yu Country’s territory.
It could be said that once Hanmen Pass was lost, the Yu Country became a thing in the Great Yuan’s bag. Not to mention that after the news of the public death of Lord Wu An came out without fighting, let alone that the Yu Country emperor had never had the courage to face Great Yuan directly, the morale of the Yu Country soldiers also directly fell off the cliff. It was said that there had even been a large-scale desertion and riot in the army, causing panic among the people.
For so many years, Yu Country had been able to hold on to this day, thanks to a loyal Lord Wu An. Not only was the reputation and deterrence still there, but now Lord Wu An was dead, and he had been pitted by the nation’s monarch whom he had been loyal to until his death, people’s grievances overturning the heavens would not be strange.
Presumably, it wouldn’t take long for the Yu Country to be completely incorporated back, and the obstacles encountered should not be too big.
These were not the areas of concern for Zong Luo.
The Xuan Cavalry belonged to the vanguard of every war, and they didn’t need to do things that required the army to press the battle. After taking down Yu Country, what needed to be prepared was the upcoming battle against Wei Country.
Wei Country and Yu Country were different. Even if Wei Country was declining, it had been glorious after all, and the capital accumulated by several generations of national monarchs was still there. A skinny camel was still bigger than a horse.
The most important thing was that after the Great Yuan wiped out other countries, the remaining restoration forces among the other countries almost all flocked to Wei Country, bringing a wave of fresh blood to Wei Country.
Especially when there was only one country left in the Great Wilderness, it promoted the unity of these forces and united to resist against the Great Yuan.
As one could imagine, the Great Yuan’s expedition to Wei Country would encounter unprecedented strong obstacles.
The battle line would definitely be drawn very long, so it was necessary to prepare for the war.
Of course, these were all contents after the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony.
The expedition to Wei Country cannot be sloppy for a moment. The last battle must be fought beautifully.
Before this, it was necessary to slightly calm down the internal contradictions. As the courtiers said in their letters, the crown prince was the direction of the people’s hearts and the hope of everyone. If a crown prince was not established for a day, it would not be able to settle down completely, let alone the fierce competition for the crown prince among several princes, which was not a good thing in itself.
The Witch Sacrificial Ceremony could stabilize the people’s hearts and soothe emotions. It had been one of the most important sacrificial segments since the emperors of the past dynasties, and it had been eagerly awaited for a long time.
After confirming that Hanmen Pass was without any mishap, Zong Luo led the team on the journey back to the Imperial City.
Counting the time, rushing for a month, going back and resting for six or seven days, it’s almost time for the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony.
In the past month, Zong Luo did not rush like when he came, and he was always on the road. Occasionally, he would stop and go, and even go into a few cities with distinctive features on the way, and look around with interest, and by the way give the Xuan Cavalry who traveled with him a holiday.
When his mood turned inward, even Mu Yuanlong couldn’t see what Zong Luo was thinking now, and whether he was still stuck in the previous obsession.
Only Zong Luo himself knew clearly what kind of situation he was in.
Scars and pain would not disappear, let alone heal themselves.
The fight with Yu Beizhou in the snow that day could be regarded as tearing all the appearances between the two.
Yu Beizhou prepared a big surprise for him for two lifetimes, and Zong Luo returned a hate for the wrong person.
However, Zong Luo himself knew clearly in his heart, when he said he did not owe Yu Beizhou, it was nothing more than being angry.
Even if it was not out of his own subjective will, he had indeed enjoyed the convenience brought by this identity. Not to mention that he could live again in this life, it was also exchanged by Yu Beizhou with everything he had.
After exhausting two lifetimes, their destinies had long been entangled.
Who can really do not owe each other?
Zong Luo just found it funny.
Perhaps this was the result Yu Beizhou wanted, and was still not cleared yet.
Putting it on someone else may be clearing up the past feud, two scarred cubs leaning together to lick each other’s wounds. Putting it on them, it was simply holding bayonets against each other, and the fighting ground was dripping with fresh blood.
But the more he slashed continuously, the more Zong Luo wanted to cut the chaos quickly with a swift sword.
He had long been desperate and had no nostalgia.
Friendship was betrayed in the previous life.
Love was even more out of the question.
Even if there was family affection, the death decree was not false.
The people were not his people, and the world was not his world.
About half a month ago, Mu Yuanlong watched His Highness take the Zhanlu sword and drew a line directly on his wrist. Watching the blood flowing out, he calmly took out a medicine bottle from his clothes and tested the medicine on himself.
From beginning to end, His Highness’s expression did not move at all, as calm as if he could not feel the pain. On the contrary, it frightened Mu Yuanlong, the deputy general, for fear that the hand holding the sword hilt would shift the edge at the next moment.
Others don’t know, but Mu Yuanlong had actually dreamed of His Highness committing suicide.
In the dream, His Highness’s expression also repeated the collapse, struggle, and pain. In the end, when the tip of the sword was stained with blood, it turned into the most silent blank. Just like His Highness’s expression when he was testing medicine on his arm.
So after noticing His Highness’s change, Mu Yuanlong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a heart that had been hanging for a long time fell back to its original place.
The battle of Hanmen Pass progressed extremely quickly.
Soon, the Great Yuan took over Hanmen Pass from the Yu Country and drove the iron cavalry into the Yu Country’s territory.
It could be said that once Hanmen Pass was lost, the Yu Country became a thing in the Great Yuan’s bag. Not to mention that after the news of the public death of Lord Wu An came out without fighting, let alone that the Yu Country emperor had never had the courage to face Great Yuan directly, the morale of the Yu Country soldiers also directly fell off the cliff. It was said that there had even been a large-scale desertion and riot in the army, causing panic among the people.
For so many years, Yu Country had been able to hold on to this day, thanks to a loyal Lord Wu An. Not only was the reputation and deterrence still there, but now Lord Wu An was dead, and he had been pitted by the nation’s monarch whom he had been loyal to until his death, people’s grievances overturning the heavens would not be strange.
Presumably, it wouldn’t take long for the Yu Country to be completely incorporated back, and the obstacles encountered should not be too big.
These were not the areas of concern for Zong Luo.
The Xuan Cavalry belonged to the vanguard of every war, and they didn’t need to do things that required the army to press the battle. After taking down Yu Country, what needed to be prepared was the upcoming battle against Wei Country.
Wei Country and Yu Country were different. Even if Wei Country was declining, it had been glorious after all, and the capital accumulated by several generations of national monarchs was still there. A skinny camel was still bigger than a horse.
The most important thing was that after the Great Yuan wiped out other countries, the remaining restoration forces among the other countries almost all flocked to Wei Country, bringing a wave of fresh blood to Wei Country.
Especially when there was only one country left in the Great Wilderness, it promoted the unity of these forces and united to resist against the Great Yuan.
As one could imagine, the Great Yuan’s expedition to Wei Country would encounter unprecedented strong obstacles.
The battle line would definitely be drawn very long, so it was necessary to prepare for the war.
Of course, these were all contents after the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony.
The expedition to Wei Country cannot be sloppy for a moment. The last battle must be fought beautifully.
Before this, it was necessary to slightly calm down the internal contradictions. As the courtiers said in their letters, the crown prince was the direction of the people’s hearts and the hope of everyone. If a crown prince was not established for a day, it would not be able to settle down completely, let alone the fierce competition for the crown prince among several princes, which was not a good thing in itself.
The Witch Sacrificial Ceremony could stabilize the people’s hearts and soothe emotions. It had been one of the most important sacrificial segments since the emperors of the past dynasties, and it had been eagerly awaited for a long time.
After confirming that Hanmen Pass was without any mishap, Zong Luo led the team on the journey back to the Imperial City.
Counting the time, rushing for a month, going back and resting for six or seven days, it’s almost time for the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony.
In the past month, Zong Luo did not rush like when he came, and he was always on the road. Occasionally, he would stop and go, and even go into a few cities with distinctive features on the way, and look around with interest, and by the way give the Xuan Cavalry who traveled with him a holiday.
When his mood turned inward, even Mu Yuanlong couldn’t see what Zong Luo was thinking now, and whether he was still stuck in the previous obsession.
Only Zong Luo himself knew clearly what kind of situation he was in.
Scars and pain would not disappear, let alone heal themselves.
The fight with Yu Beizhou in the snow that day could be regarded as tearing all the appearances between the two.
Yu Beizhou prepared a big surprise for him for two lifetimes, and Zong Luo returned a hate for the wrong person.
However, Zong Luo himself knew clearly in his heart, when he said he did not owe Yu Beizhou, it was nothing more than being angry.
Even if it was not out of his own subjective will, he had indeed enjoyed the convenience brought by this identity. Not to mention that he could live again in this life, it was also exchanged by Yu Beizhou with everything he had.
After exhausting two lifetimes, their destinies had long been entangled.
Who can really do not owe each other?
Zong Luo just found it funny.
Perhaps this was the result Yu Beizhou wanted, and was still not cleared yet.
Putting it on someone else may be clearing up the past feud, two scarred cubs leaning together to lick each other’s wounds. Putting it on them, it was simply holding bayonets against each other, and the fighting ground was dripping with fresh blood.
But the more he slashed continuously, the more Zong Luo wanted to cut the chaos quickly with a swift sword.
He had long been desperate and had no nostalgia.
Friendship was betrayed in the previous life.
Love was even more out of the question.
Even if there was family affection, the death decree was not false.
The people were not his people, and the world was not his world.
