Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Iron Wall Pass, Lin Mansion.

The long corridor was quiet and still, with only light footsteps, neither hurried nor slow.

Bai Zhi carried a nanmu tray and walked slowly.

On the tray sits a freshly brewed cup of Biluochun tea, its liquor a vibrant green, steam rising gently.

Next to her was a plate of her carefully made osmanthus sugar cakes, crystal clear and with a subtle sweet fragrance.

Her figure moved through the light and shadow of the colonnade pillars, her plain skirt swaying gently with each step.

Since Nannan's Xuanbing Gu was suppressed, she has relaxed completely.

No longer do they have that tense, easily frightened demeanor; even their walking posture has become more composed and elegant.

After passing a rockery, you'll find Lin Mo's study ahead, which is now the command center for the entire Iron Wall Pass.

The door was ajar, and a faint light shone through.

"How is the situation?"

Bai Zhi pushed open the door and entered, her footsteps extremely light.

She placed the tray steadily on the low table next to Lin Mo, then turned her head to look at the huge light screen that occupied almost the entire wall.

When this thing first appeared the day before yesterday, it almost scared her out of her wits.

She thought it was some kind of divine intervention, or some new evil magic created by those madmen from the Ten Thousand Gu Tower.

But now, she can appreciate this "giant screen cinema" without batting an eye.

Not only her, but even Shangguan Yan, who was standing beside Lin Mo like a javelin, had already recovered from her initial shock.

Shangguan Yan now sees Lin Mo not as a benefactor, but as a true deity.

She felt that her worldview was being repeatedly rubbed into the ground by Lin Mo every day, and now it was completely flattened.

"No movement, still on the cliff top."

Lin Mo shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the small camp on the light screen.

The wind from Eagle's Sorrow Cliff seemed to blow through the light curtain, making him feel cold just looking at it.

He casually picked up the teacup, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

The refreshing aroma of tea instantly filled my mouth, and the warm tea slid down my throat, dispelling some of my fatigue.

"Thank you, my wife, the tea is delicious."

Lin Mo was in a good mood and smiled at Bai Zhi.

Then, his smile froze on his face.

Their gazes froze.

Um! ?

Today, Bai Zhi's face no longer bears the iconic, menacing scar that runs from the corner of her eye to the corner of her mouth.

Not only that, she also wore light makeup.

With just a touch of makeup, her already stunning beauty was made even more breathtaking.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes as clear as autumn water.

Her lips, which had been somewhat pale due to prolonged tension, were now adorned with a perfectly applied touch of rosy red.

Like the most delicate peach blossoms on the branches in early spring, wet with morning dew.

Bai Zhi's disguise skills were already unparalleled, and when used in makeup, it was simply a game-changer.

Every stroke was just right, preserving her natural beauty while adding a touch of captivating charm.

Beauty can sometimes be sharper than a knife.

"This kind of wife is still more beautiful."

Lin Mo exclaimed sincerely, his voice unconsciously softening.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't wear those scary scars anymore; they really affect your mood."

Bai Zhi's cheeks flushed as he looked at her, the heat spreading from her neck to her ears.

She instinctively avoided his gaze and retorted in a low voice.

"No, I can't let them see what I really look like."

"They" naturally refers to the people of the Ten Thousand Gu Tower, who are her inescapable nightmare.

Lin Mo knew what she was worried about, but that wasn't what he wanted to say.

"I didn't say I wanted them to see your true self."

Lin Mo began to patiently guide him.

"What I mean is, with such amazing disguise skills, why do you have to choose a scary face to disguise yourself with?"

"You could easily fake a pretty face, and those people still wouldn't recognize you, would they?"

Lin Mo picked up a piece of osmanthus sugar cake and put it in her mouth. The sweetness of the osmanthus and the softness of the glutinous rice were just right.

"Mmm, sweet."

Then he continued.

"For example, you could change it to an innocent, pure-hearted girl, or a valiant female general. Or, at the very least, you could create an ordinary, random face."

"As long as it's not your original appearance, they won't recognize you, right?"

"There's no need to make yourself look like a shrew, is there?"

Bai Zhi was stunned for a moment.

yes……

She used to disguise herself as ugly because she was an orphan and widow, with no one to rely on, and she was afraid of attracting unnecessary trouble.

But things are different now.

She had someone to rely on, someone to have confidence, and no longer needed to pretend to be ugly to avoid being spied on and malicious.

She could absolutely... live a more beautiful life.

Which woman doesn't want to be more beautiful?

Once she understood this, Bai Zhi felt as if a knot in her heart had been untied.

She looked up and met Lin Mo's encouraging gaze, nodding gently, as if making a promise to herself and to Lin Mo.

"I...I'll try it next time."

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction, and was about to offer a few more words of encouragement.

In the corner, Qin Ruxue, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, her voice clear and heavy.

"There have been changes on the map."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo immediately turned his attention back to the light screen.

On the small map in the corner of the screen, a moving red dot suddenly appeared at the edge of the thick black fog that represented the unknown area.

The red dot was moving towards Eagle's Sorrow Cliff at an extremely slow, almost stationary speed.

Lin Mo focused his consciousness on that one point.

The field of vision is brought closer and magnified.

Zoom in again.

The three women in the study were stunned.

On a desolate stretch of Gobi Desert, a emaciated warhorse lay on the ground, its limbs stiff, clearly having died from exhaustion.

In front of the horse carcass, a staggering figure was struggling to move forward step by step.

He was dressed in rags, covered in mud and dried, blackened blood, and his lips were cracked and peeling with layers of dead skin.

He looked like he had reached his limit; every step he took seemed to require all his strength.

His body swayed precariously, as if he might collapse at any moment.

But he continued walking forward step by step, his eyes bloodshot, staring straight in the direction of Eagle's Sorrow Cliff.

It was a kind of stubbornness, almost instinctive, supported by conviction.

That's Zhang Laosi, the scout.

He ran all the way from Wolongpo, day and night without stopping.

His old companion, which had been with him for over ten years, finally collapsed on the road.

But he had no time to grieve; only one thought sustained him.

Eagle's Sorrow Cliff.

He wanted to take the old general and the young general back with him.

Bring back the Mountain-Shaking Army.

For the brothers who are still waiting there...

Off-screen.

Bai Zhi looked at the struggling figure in the light screen and felt a strange tightness in her chest.

Her gaze fell on what was behind Zhang Laosi.

There, carrying two dark, round things wrapped in rags.

It was wrapped with exceptional care, layer upon layer, as if it were some rare treasure.

What are those two black bags he's carrying on his back?

Bai Zhi asked curiously.

Dead silence.

Her response was a brief silence.

then.

Two voices, from different directions, rang out in unison.

One from Lin Mo.

One of them was Qin Ruxue, who had remained silent and whose gaze was always fixed on the screen.

"Heads."