Volume 2-A Lonesome Fragrance Waiting to be Appreciated

Gu Fang Bu Zi Shang Vol02 Ch41

The day the Dong Lin army officially embarked on its journey to Yun Chang was also the day He Xia said his goodbyes to the Princess and rushed from the capital to the border.

Most of the Yun Chang army had already been placed on standby near the army. They mustered enough courage against the fearless Dong Lin advisor, Chu Beijie, by preparing every single corner of the border. After all, all knew that only the Duke of Zhen-Bei could defeat the Marquess of Jing-An. Yun Chang placed their faith in the Marquess of Jing-An, knowing with him leading their army, it was an evenly matched showdown against Chu Beijie.

The flags covered the sky as usual while the battle drums shook the skies. It seemed a little less sad than usual. The atmosphere was replaced by fierce determination.

He Xia wore handsome new clothes. He seemed to be in high spirits as hundreds of gazes from officials rested on him. Only the Prince Consort could defeat Chu Beijie at the moment. Yun Chang's fate, victory or defeat, in the battle were in his hands. Under the thousands of gazes, He Xia's expression was both prideful and stern. He turned to look at the Princess who handed him a cup of alcohol to send him off as luck. His eyes stopped on the Princess' charming face and he smiled. Although he didn't say a word, that one smile was enough.

All of the thousands of words Yaotian had melted into a single, deep affectionate gaze. She knew that even if she didn't want him to leave, his departure was imminent. She whispered, saying, "Be utterly careful, Prince Consort."

He Xia watched her calmly at first, At this remark, he suddenly revealed a very pleased, charming smile. He relaxed and murmured in her ear, "There is one question that all of the hundred officials of Yun Chang below have asked. I thought for sure that Princess would ask too, but it seems I guessed wrong."

"Why should I ask?" Yaotian's expression was piercing as she muttered, "Prince Consort is a true hero and will not lose to a mere Chu Beijie."

He Xia quickly laughed and turned to launch onto his horse.

The flag behind him flew in the sky. He Xia's gaze looked around at the various officials before deeply studying Yaotian. The sole master of the country waved softly alongside the other officials, sending him off. He Xia noticed that it wasn't his first experience of this kind of heroism and honour.

His opponent was still Chu Beijie.

But today, the sending party was not the King of Gui Le, He Su, and he was not departing from the capital of Gui Le. The country he was protecting was not Gui Le either.

The inseparable figure beside him was not Pingting either.

If he brought back Chu Beijie alive and imprisoned him in the Prince Consort Residence, then what would Bai Pingting do when she saw him?

He Xia's gaze flickered towards all of the soldiers and generals, ready for departure. He held his sword up to the wind.

"Set off!"

The sound of wheels and hooves began, slowly, as if trying to wake up the sleeping world with its regular rumbling.

Yellow mud flew.

From that point on, all of Yun Chang's army finally belonged to He Xia's hands. To counter Dong Lin, Yaotian had to leave no other reserves without hesitation.

The yellow sand and mud at the borders was soon to be wetted with blood, covering the entire plains with its scent. No matter how many people's lives were sacrificed, the rage between him and Chu Beijie was a feud destined by the skies a long time ago. It had to come to an end.

He had to win.

From the back, the view of He Xia on his horse was proud and full of confidence.