I started as a concubine, and I made the crown prince cry with my delicious food.

After nightfall, he pretended to fall asleep.

As night deepened, when the merriment outside reached its peak, and even the guards couldn't resist gathering together to steal a sip of mare's milk wine from the bonfire party, Xiao Jingshi suddenly opened his eyes.

He quietly got out of bed and changed into the tattered but more convenient night clothes he had brought with him.

He pulled out an iron rod from under the bed, which he had secretly hidden a few days earlier to use for lifting the tent flap.

Like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, he quietly approached the tent entrance and peered through the gap in the curtain to observe the situation outside.

The two guards were drinking and chatting by the firelight with their backs to him, completely unsuspecting.

It's now!

Xiao Jingshi suddenly flung open the curtain and dashed out!

He didn't choose to kill them, as that would have exposed him quickly.

With all his might, he used the iron bar in his hand to strike each of the two guards precisely on the back of the neck.

The two men collapsed without uttering a sound.

Xiao Jingshi dared not linger for a moment and immediately vanished into the darkness.

Relying on his memories from the past few days of observation, he carefully made his way towards the stables on the edge of the tribe, avoiding the groups of drunken patrolmen.

In the stables, most of the horses had been taken to participate in the bonfire festival, leaving only a few old, weak, sick, and disabled horses, and a few wild horses that looked fierce.

Xiao Jingshi immediately took a liking to a warhorse that was jet black and looked exceptionally magnificent.

He knew that an ordinary horse would not be able to help him escape the Black Wolf tribe's pursuit.

He has to take a gamble.

He quietly approached the black horse, making a soothing "hissing" sound.

The black horse snorted warily, but didn't seem to sense much hostility.

Xiao Jingshi slowly reached out, wanting to stroke its neck.

Just as his hand was about to touch the black horse, he suddenly flipped himself onto the horse and gripped its belly tightly with his legs!

The black horse was startled, let out a neigh, reared up, and frantically tried to throw the person on its back off!

Xiao Jingshi, however, was as steady as a mountain, no matter how much it jolted.

Taming horses seemed to be an instinct etched into his bones.

He leaned down and whispered a few words in the horse's ear, while gently patting its neck in a unique rhythm.

Surprisingly, the raging horse gradually calmed down. Although it was still pawing the ground restlessly, it stopped struggling.

"Good buddy, take me away from here," Xiao Jingshi said in a low voice.

He had no saddle or reins, so he could only grip the horse's mane tightly and squeeze its belly with his legs.

The black horse understood, and like a black arrow released from a bow, it suddenly rushed out of the stable and galloped wildly into the vast black night of the grassland!

Behind him, the tribe's tranquility was finally shattered.

"Someone has kidnapped Black Wind!"

"Quickly! Go report to the princess!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The piercing sound of horns and chaotic shouts echoed through the night sky.

Xiao Jingshi didn't turn his head, but kept urging his warhorse to go faster and faster.

He didn't know which direction "Beijing" was in, so he could only choose one direction and desperately try to escape.

Behind them, the sound of pursuing horses' hooves and the light of torches clung to them like maggots, relentlessly chasing after them.

He had to get rid of them completely before dawn.

The vast grassland was shrouded in darkness.

Xiao Jingshi lay prone on the horse's back, with only the whistling wind and the heavy breathing of the warhorse in his ears.

He didn't know how long he had been running, nor how far he had run.

All he knew was that the pursuers behind him had never given up.

The warriors of the Black Wolf tribe truly lived up to their reputation as renowned archers; their stamina and tracking skills far exceeded Xiao Jingshi's expectations.

Several times, he was nearly caught, with arrows whizzing past his body, bringing with them a chill.

But he always managed to escape danger time and time again thanks to his seemingly innate, superhuman horsemanship and keen intuition for danger.

The steed he rode, named "Black Wind," certainly lived up to his expectations, displaying astonishing endurance as it carried him over hills, across streams, and through complex grassland terrain.

As the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon, he finally left his pursuers far behind.

But he dared not stop.

He knew that as long as he was still on the grassland, he could be found at any time.

He had to find a place to hide.

He rode his horse at full speed for an entire day, until both he and his horse were at their limits.

"Black Wind" slowed down, foaming at the mouth.

Xiao Jingshi himself felt dizzy and lightheaded, and the hunger in his stomach and the pain from his wounds were constantly tormenting him.

Just when he was about to give up, a range of rolling mountains appeared before his eyes.

Mountains mean caves to hide in, wild fruits to eat, and springs to drink from.

He perked up and urged Black Wind onward, heading towards the mountains.

When he finally reached the foot of the mountain, a faint sound, like muffled thunder, came from the other side of the mountain range.

The sound grew louder and clearer.

It was the sound of battle cries! It was the sound of metal clashing!

It's the sound of war drums beating!

Xiao Jingshi was startled. He immediately reined in his horse, dismounted, and, leading Hei Feng, carefully climbed a small hill and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The sight before him caused his pupils to shrink instantly.

On the other side of the mountain range, at a huge pass, on a vast plain, two massive armies were engaged in a fierce and brutal battle!

On one side was a barbarian coalition clad in various leather armors and wielding curved swords and spears. They were fearless and launched a relentless offensive.

On the other side was the Liang army, dressed in standard armor and forming a strict military formation!

The large black flag embroidered with the character "Liang" fluttering in the wind made Xiao Jingshi's heart pound wildly for no reason!

The Great Beam...

The name evoked a strange sense of familiarity and excitement in him.

He instinctively wanted to rush over.

However, he looked at his own situation.

He was on the edge of a battlefield where two armies were clashing. One step forward would lead to a bloodbath, and either side would likely mistake him, this strangely dressed man who had suddenly appeared, for an enemy or a spy, and hack him to death.

Behind him stretched a vast grassland.

The pursuers from Moonburn and the Black Wolf tribe could reappear at any time.

He... was trapped.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place, with wolves in front and tigers behind.

He could only drag the exhausted Black Wind to a dilapidated mountain god temple at the foot of the mountain, which was covered by vines, and temporarily hide inside.

The mountain god temple was already dilapidated, with the statues collapsed and covered in cobwebs.

Xiao Jingshi simply cleared out a space for Hei Feng to rest in the temple, while he leaned against the cold wall, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness and confusion for the first time.

He wanted to go back to the capital, but he didn't even know who he was.

He wanted to find the person named "An'an", but he couldn't even remember what she looked like.

Now, he is trapped in this damned battlefield, unable to move.

For the next few days, he hid in the dilapidated temple.

During the day, he dared not go out, and could only listen to the intermittent shouts of battle coming from afar, his heart filled with anxiety.

Only at night did he dare to sneak out to find some wild fruits in the nearby mountains and forests to fill his stomach, and to find some fresh grass for Black Wind.

He looked at the distant Liang army camp, brightly lit and heavily guarded.

He had considered countless times whether he should sneak over under the cover of night and reveal his identity.

But how can he prove his identity?

Claiming to have amnesia? Who would believe that?

A Central Plains man who escaped from the heartland of the barbarian tribes and suffered from amnesia would only be regarded as a spy and killed on the spot during a sensitive period of war between the two armies.

He could only wait.

Wait for this war to end, or wait for an opportunity.

However, he didn't get the chance.

But then he was greeted by the person he least wanted to see.

That evening, he had just returned from gathering some wild fruit when he entered the temple and saw a fiery red figure sitting leisurely on a collapsed statue, smiling at him.

It is the moon's scorching heat.

Behind her stood more than a dozen fierce-looking elite guards from the Black Wolf tribe, completely blocking the small mountain god temple.

"Run!" Yue Zhuo swung her legs, a hint of mockery in her voice. "Why aren't you running anymore?"

"I've been looking for you so hard, my... husband."