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Yun Chang couldn't possibly allow surprise attacks from Bei Mo that would significantly injure them while caught up with the battle against Dong Lin.

"What to do?"

"No other choice." Pingting raised her head, looking at the towering mountains obscured by clouds.

This stretch of mountains separated the two countries, Yun Chang and Bei Mo. Checkpoints had been set on all of the slightly lower mountains. In the winter, the forests in the tall mountains were bitterly freezing and the animals were starving. Only madmen would attempt to cross that way.

"Miss?" Zuiju looked at her uneasily.

Pingting calmly smiled. "Since we can't get through the checkpoint, then might as well cross the Songsen Mountains."

"Such risk..." Zuiju began, "Why not stay around at the borders for a while and wait..." Her gaze rested on Pingting's belly and paused.

Pingting shook her head. "The checkpoint won't relax, it'll only get stricter. Princess Yaotian should have already hurried to the frontlines by now. He Xia will quickly realise which direction we have fled in. I know He Xia's power very well. The moment he comes back from leading the army on the battlefield, he'll immediately intervene with the border checkpoints to capture us. When that happens, we will never have another opportunity to leave Yun Chang again."

Zuiju looked at the dark Songsen Mountain forests under the heavy clouds and took a deep breath of cold air. However, she quickly calmed down. "Before we climb the mountains, I would like to pick some medicinal herbs. Mo grass, used to prevent miscarriage, is only found at the foot of mountains."

Pingting planned that by the time she had crossed the Songsen mountains, the deciding battle between Yun Chang and Dong Lin had already been dissolved by the letter Yaotian deliver.

He Xia sat on the horse, icily watching the Dong Lin's army withdraw troop by troop.

The smoke in the air dissipated.

After the tension in the string was released, only infinite loneliness and disappointment remained.

Hundreds of thousands of troops had been sent for this occasion, but suddenly the most supreme flag of Yun Chang had appeared at the battlefield. He was the highest ranking general of Yun Chang. In its history he had not known anything about this at all in advance.

Under the numerous pairs of eyes that watched, Chu Beijie and Yaotian calmly talked without a care from a carriage in the gap between the two armies.

He had watched Chu Beijie ride his horse back and heard the crisp sound of the Dong Lin army's command.

He understood everything that had happened.

"The Dong Lin army is withdrawing?"

"The Dong Lin army has withdrawn!"

From beside, from behind, every inch of the ground, from every Yun Chang soldier that had been waiting for certain death on the battlefield the rumbling sound of pleasant surprise came.

His vice general turned to him, lowering his voice as he reported, "Prince Consort, the Dong Lin army has withdrawn."

He Xia's eyes were suddenly sombre.

At that moment, he had the urge to pull his sword out of its scabbard and order attack. Both armies had approximately the same number of soldiers, but since the Dong Lin army was withdrawing, the sudden rush forwards from the other meant they were certain to gain the upper hand.

As long as they were able to rush forwards, he was sure that he could cut off Chu Beijie's head.

Hand clutching tightly to the hilt of the sword, He Xia struggled to suppress the desires that surged into his heart.

He couldn't send out the order.

Even if he pulled out his sword, the army would not listen to his orders.

Yaotian was there, and the most supreme flag of Yun Chang was waving in the sky. He was just the Prince Consort, or even just a general.

"Prince Consort, the army of Dong Lin has retreated." His vice repeated his report again, in a whisper.

He Xia's face was ashen and finally let a tiny, cold smile surface onto his face. "I see."

He smiled as his gaze watched Yaotian's carriage slowly roll towards the army. In that lonely yet elaborately decorated carriage, his wife, the master of Yun Chang, sat.

The huge army immediately silenced.

The person that had resolved the war was the sole master of Yun Chang and the only person all soldiers were loyal to – Princess Yaotian.

The carriage quietly trotted forwards before stopping quietly before the troops, the withdrawing Dong Lin army behind it. The carriage was now in front of thousands of soldiers, He Xia included.

Yaotian was sitting in the carriage. Her body had been wrapped in layers of heavy clothing, but she still felt chilling waves of unease.

After convincing Chu Beijie, she had another difficult problem to face. It seemed that He Xia's gaze pierced through the thick cloth of the carriage's window. She couldn't summon her courage to open it to face him.

Bai Pingting was no longer in the Prince Consort Residence.

Gone.

Regardless of the ten million reasons that justified this happening as good, Bai Pingting's departure remained a fact.

On the way there, she had already thought of many reasons to explain it.

Should there be a reasonable, honourable way for the master of Yun Chang to persuade with force or gentleness? Or use a woman's honesty to tell He Xia? Perhaps carry all sadness herself...

It was no use. At the last minute, all this was useless.

The carriage stood quietly where it stopped. In Yaotian's mind, only the huge figure of He Xia on his horse was in front of her.

At this time, she heard the crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed.

So crisp, so sweet, a hint of determination and resolution.

No one else had such a way of unsheathing their sword, apart from the man who had her deepest love.

Prince Consort, Prince Consort, do you hate Yaotian?

Do you want to kill me?

Yaotian closed her eyes.

He Xia stared deeply into the carriage, through the closed curtains, as he unsheathed his sword.

The sword stretched out, quivering without end. He Xia then directed it towards the sky, using all of his effort until exhausted. He roared, "Long live the Princess!"

"Long live the Princess!"

"Long live the Princess!"

"Hooray! Hooray! Long live the Princess!"

The people behind him continued his chant, their voices like thunder.

"Hooray!"

"Long live the Princess!"

On the plains, the echoes continued to roar back.

The curtain before them slowly began to lift, and a face appeared before He Xia.

"Princess."

"Prince Consort..." Yaotian whispered back.

"Thank you, Princess."

Yaotian stared at the handsome face that she could never have enough of and whispered, "Why thank me, Prince Consort? Prince Consort knows that I have released Bai Pingting who Prince Consort has spent so much effort in acquiring to make Dong Lin's army withdraw."

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