Tang immediately turned her head, taking a defensive stance. When she saw that it was the masked man, she patted her chest and put on an obviously frightened expression. After she reacted for a while,...Yunliu recalled that before she was bought to be a consort for the king, he had secretly observed her for several days.

He also thoroughly investigated her past, but the Xue Tang he found out about and the current Xue Tang were completely different people!

Whether it was good or bad to have such a woman stay by their prince's side, he couldn't say for sure at this moment.

An Xuetang was wielding her dagger, fighting hand-to-hand with the disciples of the Li Jian School. Da Zi kept circling around her, and whenever a dangerous figure appeared behind her, Da Zi would pounce like mad, fearless of getting hurt.

Within a quarter of an hour, An Xue Tang and the group of tigers had severely wounded these twenty people. An Xue Tang picked up their discarded swords and killed them one by one.

At this moment, she is like a grim reaper from hell, taking lives without a blink of an eye. It seems as if killing is her daily routine.

After dealing with every single member of the Liujian Sect, An Xue Tang was covered in blood. She only glanced at her clothes and didn't pay much attention.

She quickly walked up to Da Zi and knelt down, carefully checking if it was injured. Da Zi was protected by her, so it wasn't hurt, but its companions had more or less suffered some sword wounds, shallow or deep.

An Xuetang ran into the forest with them. Luckily, her pack was on her back. She took out a lot of healing medicine and applied it to their wounds.

After she finished dealing with everything, Da Zi slowly walked over and nudged her legs with his head like a spoiled child, looking very reluctant.

An Xuetang squatted down, lovingly holding it in her arms and rubbing its head, "Good girl, during these days apart, you must take good care of yourself."

Da Zi softly let out a whimper, as if in response.

An Xuetang didn't have time to mess around with it, so she patted its butt this moment, "Come on, let's go!"

< Da Zi looked at her with wronged, teary eyes. Even though it was reluctant, it turned around and ran into the deep mountains with a group of companions! An Xue Tang watched them disappear, then turned and ran towards where Mo Jun Yi and the others had left. >

At this point, Mo Junyi and Yun Liu had walked quite a distance. Yun Liu's wound had completely reopened by now, blood slowly seeping out.

Mo Junyi lowered his head to look at his clothes, his brows furrowed. He turned and looked back, making sure no one was chasing after him. Then he said, "Yunliu, let's go wait under that big tree. Your wound is getting worse. Letting it bleed like this isn't a good idea."

Yunliu hummed, he'd been holding on for dear life, almost couldn't take it anymore.

After they sat down, Mo Junyi was about to help him undo his clothes, causing Yunliu to wave his hand quickly, "Your Highness, absolutely not!"

How can one get a prince to apply medicine to them

What a honor for him!

Mo Junyi, perhaps influenced by An Xuetang, didn't seem to be as concerned with social hierarchy this time. He forcefully told him not to move and continued to apply medicine to his injuries.

Mo Junyi's package contained various medicines that An Xuetang had prepared for him, including hemostatic and restorative ones.

He had already learned a lot of medical knowledge from An Xuetang. At this moment, his movements were quite proficient, and he quickly re-treated Yunliu's wound.

Afterward, the two of them also changed into new clothes. When An Xue Tang came back, she had already changed her clothes.

"Woman, are you alright" Mo Junyi rushed to her side the moment he saw her, asking with concern.

An Xuetang smiled and playfully pinched his face, "Do I look like something's wrong"

Mo Junyi's face flushed red, and she awkwardly said, "You woman, you always like to touch people. Don't you know that men and women shouldn't be so intimate"

"You little punk, you haven't even learned basic manners!"

Mo Junyi turned his head and snorted. He wasn't small, okay

All of us are ten years old!

An Xuetang smiled and looked at Yunliu, "Yunliu, are you alright"

“Thank you, Your Highness. The young master has already changed the medicine for me.”

"That's good then. Tonight, we need to find somewhere to rest." An Xue Tang looked up at the sky. "There should be a village nearby. Let's go there first and settle down for the night. Tomorrow, we'll buy a bullcart from the villagers and continue our journey."

No matter how many waves of them there are today, they have lost so many people that they probably won't be coming after us for a while.

Right now, we still need to consider Yunliu's injuries.

Mo Jun Yi strapped the package onto his back, "Then let's get going."

"Hmm."

North Frontier City

Mo Yunjing left the estate and traveled day and night, reaching Beijang City in less than three days.

The Northern Border Army and the people of the Northern Border never expected that the God of War, Fifth Prince, was actually alive. They didn't believe the news at first because after that battle, the Fifth Prince disappeared without a trace. Soldiers even found his armor on the battlefield, so they all thought that the legendary God of War had fallen.

But unexpectedly, just days after news broke that he had not died, he really came back.

On the day of their return, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from Beijang were filled with high spirits. The people of Beijang excitedly cheered in the streets.

Because the God of War is still alive, it means there's still hope for their northern frontier. They don't have to worry day and night about being invaded by enemy nations at their doorstep, nor do they have to be so afraid that their lives will be lost under the blades of enemy soldiers.

The news of Mo Yunjing's return to the Bei Jiang army quickly reached the emperor in the capital. The emperor was furious and wanted to issue an imperial decree to punish Mo Yunjing, accusing him of treason and selling out his country, trying to blame the previous defeat on him.

But before his decree could be issued, a fresh piece of bad news arrived from the northern border. The enemy was about to launch another attack on the North Border.

Today in court, the Emperor sat with a gloomy expression and coldly interrogated the civil and military officials below him, "With the war on the northern border raging, who among you is willing to go to the front lines and take charge"anba, these people who are used to enjoying themselves in the capital city are unwilling to lead troops out on campaign one by one.If they weren't willing to go out, that would be one thing, but they...