That Fengyin was "not particularly beautiful", so even if the Prince Consort finds her fresh at first, ten days or half a month later, his interest would slowly fade. "Very gentle, likes to play qin and can sing" could only relieve the Prince Consort of his boredom.

As a person the Senior Official found, Yaotian completely trusted in this Fengyin. She would pour tea at one side or sometimes be as close as a pillow to easily monitor the Prince Consort's every action. Secondly, if the Prince Consort really were to be hooked away by another woman, Fengyin could deal with it by screaming and making noise, acting as the difficult corner of connection.

"Indeed, it seems it is not entirely unreasonable." Yaotian murmured to herself, slightly moved. But when she thought of an extra concubine by He Xia's side, her eyebrows furrowed and could feel not one part of her body be comfortable. It was unspeakably suffocating.

Luyi stood outside and heard Yaotian's pacing footsteps. Occasionally she'd bring the gems of the bead curtain to collide fiercely into each other, but not long later, there was no movement again. It was a long gap before she heard a voice from inside, "Luyi."

"Luyi is here, Princess."

"Send someone to the Senior Official and say..." The voice inside stopped again.

Luyi strained her ears and waited for a long time. She puzzledly looked inside the curtains.

Yaotian was standing in the middle of the room. Her back was straightened, and she was as motionless as a statue.

"Princess?" Luyi probed with her question.

Yaotian helplessly sighed. Her face was deathly gray, "Just say, Princess has thought it though so Senior Official can go ahead. The Royal Order will be written soon and sent to the Prince Consort Residence."

He Xia's horse had been galloping nonstop for the entire day. It had not drank a single drop of water even upon returning to the Prince Consort Residence, as the messenger from the Royal Residence had come to pass on the Royal Order.

He Xia received the Order inside the room, and he asked someone to send off the messenger. Dongzhuo saw there wasn't any people around and lowered voice, "They still aren't satisfied with the spies amongst the servants and have to put another by your pillow. I bet it's handiwork of that Senior Official."

He Xia held the order, his face ashen and silent.

Not long later, a manservant came to report, "Prince Consort, there is a carriage outside the residence. It seems to be the Miss Fengyin the Princess has given to Prince Consort."

Anger crossed He Xia's eyes. He faintly replied, "Understood, I'll go now." He strode on the way. The moment he stepped out of the Prince Consort Residence gates, his ashen face had already become a smile.

"Miss Fengyin must be tired." He Xia personally went forwards, gracefully helping the woman off the carriage.

Fengyin reached the ground, slowly bowing to He Xia. "Prince Consort." Her voice was timid. She raised her eyes to look at He Xia. They were also shy.

The two entered the residence together. He Xia led her to the rear courtyard, saying as he walked, "The Royal Order only just arrived, so Miss' room has not been decided yet. Why not go and have some tea in the room. Once dinner is finished, the maids should be finished."

Fengyin lowered her head. "Fengyin received the Royal Order to serve the Prince Consort. I am merely a servant; there is no need to have a separate room. Prince Consort can give Fengyin any room that previous maids have lived in, any is fine." She stopped at one which happened to be where Pingting had lived.

Dongzhuo's expression suddenly changed. He took a few steps forwards but saw a warning glance from He Xia, so he gritted his teeth and withdrew.

He Xia's voice became gentle, "Since it's like that, this room is empty indeed. It might be a little troublesome, but Miss can stay here."

"Thank you, Prince Consort." Fengyin gently smiled before she swivelled to He Xia. "Fengyin will now go into the room to tidy her belongings before serving the Prince Consort during dinner."

"Go ahead."

He watched her push open the doors and step inside.

He Xia didn't make a word and turned away. Dongzhuo's expression was dark as he followed behind. When they passed the fake mountain, they heard the plucking qin sound. It appeared that Fengyin was fiddling with that guqin in the room.

Dongzhuo furiously stopped moving. He grinded his teeth, "Gui Changqing, the old fool who can't die, went way too far this time! Master, why..." When he raised his head, he realised He Xia was already far away.

When all the snow melted, spring had finally come.

It was finally the season to pick flowers.

Compared to previous years, the circumstances of the four countries had become a completely different situation again.

In the Gui Le Royal Residence, the relationship between the King and the Queen's family was like a current secretly flowing under ice, whirling out more and more urgently.

The Main General of Bei Mo officially headed to live in seclusion, taking his wife and child away from the old location.

The King of Dong Lin died through despair, lament and disease. Under all of the officials, the Queen of Dong Lin boarded the highest, centermost throne of the state hall.

Accompanied with Bai Pingting's death was the disappearance of the Duke of Zhen-Bei, Chu Beijie.

Only one of the two famous generals were left. Only the Marquis of Jing-An, He Xia remained but he didn't do anything particular.

To dominate the world, one must first revived and prepared.

As a result, the hand that held the sword of Yun Chang's Prince Consort remained calm and composed.

Outside Yun Chang.

Late in the night, the moon shone brightly while the insects crooned softly.

In a small cabin outside the forest, a white-haired, old man was sat cross-legged. His young student respectfully said, "I have something I don't understand and would like Teacher to teach me. Teacher taught in Bei Mo for many years and was beloved there. Why were you determined to leave Bei Mo and came to Yun Chang?"

The old man laughed. "When old, people fear death. The four countries are soon to become a mess. Where else am I to hide apart from the safest place, Yun Chang?"

The student was curious, "How does Teacher know that Yun Chang is the safest place?"

"Haha, the two famous generals under the skies are Chu Beijie and He Xia respectively. Who remains?"

"Chu Beijie's whereabouts is unknown, while He Xia is currently the Prince Consort in Yun Chang's capital."

"How could the Marquess of Jing-An really be satisfied as the Prince Consort?" The old man sighed, "Gui Le has directed their own ruin by forcing out tearing down their safety barrier, the House of Jing-An. Bei Mo has lost Ze Yin while Dong Lin has lost Chu Beijie. Whenever He Xia leads the Yun Chang army out to kill, none of the three countries have good enough generals to oppose He Xia. Where else, apart from Yun Chang, can you hide from the war?"

"Teacher's conclusion has come down too soon."

"Who else could possibly rival He Xia as a general?"

"There's one," said the disciple, "Chu Beijie."

The old man smiled as he looked at him, an insensible and spoiled child. "Where is Chu Beijie now?"

That disciple was plenty stubborn himself. He replied, "As long as he is alive, he remains a famous general and He Xia's opponent."

"So what if he's alive? He is just a walking zombie, so even if he does face He Xia, he will simply give away his life for nothing."