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

"kill--!"

With Yue Zhuo's command, the vanguard cavalry of the Black Wolf tribe charged towards the Liang army's camp like a floodgate being opened.

"Release the arrows!"

On the city wall, Zhao Yi calmly issued the order.

In an instant, arrows rained down!

Countless barbarian cavalrymen screamed and fell from their horses, but those behind them did not stop, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and continuing to frantically charge at the wooden walls of the camp.

The massive battering ram, propelled by dozens of barbarian soldiers, slammed violently into the gate of the stockade.

Ladders were placed on the top of the wall, and countless barbarian soldiers, like ants, climbed upwards fearlessly.

On the city walls, the Liang soldiers were also bloodthirsty.

Rolling stones, logs, scalding hot molten gold... everything that could be used was thrown down without hesitation.

A barbarian soldier had just climbed onto the wall and hadn't even had a chance to swing his sword when he was riddled with holes by three or four Liang soldiers with spears.

One Liang soldier, whose arm had been cut off, bit the other soldier's throat with his teeth, and they died together.

The entire battlefield instantly turned into a blood and flesh grinder.

Xiao Jingshi was left in the central army by Yue Zhuo, coldly watching the tragic scene before him.

His inner world was far less calm than it appeared on the surface.

Every time he saw a Liang soldier fall, his heart would inexplicably tighten. Every time he heard the Liang army's unified commands, he felt an urge to respond.

He was like a schizophrenic, one half of him a cold-blooded "wolf," while the other half was heartbroken for his "compatriots" whom he didn't even know.

"Canglang, look," Yuezhuo said triumphantly, pointing at the retreating Liang army's defenses. "In less than half an hour, we'll tear down their first line of defense. What you Central Plains people call an impregnable fortress is nothing but a paper lantern under the iron hooves of our grassland warriors."

Xiao Jingshi remained silent.

His gaze was suddenly drawn to a strange sight on the city wall.

After running out of arrows, a Liang soldier pulled out a dark, hard "stick" from his pocket, roared, and smashed it hard on the helmet of a barbarian soldier who had just climbed up!

"when!"

A crisp sound!

The barbarian soldier was so struck that he saw stars and fell backward off the ladder!

Immediately afterwards, more and more Liang soldiers, after their weapons were damaged or exhausted, pulled out those "sticks" and used them as weapons, smashing them down on the barbarian soldiers!

In an instant, the sound of clanging echoed from the city wall. Those usually fierce barbarian soldiers were actually beaten into fleeing in terror by a group of Liang soldiers wielding "fire sticks"!

What... what is this?

Xiao Jingshi's mind went blank for a moment. The bizarre scene in front of him, filled with dark humor, felt incredibly familiar to him.

So familiar...it hurts.

"...Especially that 'Diamond Cudgel,' not only can it fill your stomach, but it can also kill enemies. It is truly an essential item for home, travel, murder, and robbery..."

A gentle yet teasing voice flashed through his mind.

The Vajra Staff?

Is this its name?

Who told me that?

Xiao Jingshi held his forehead, the intense pain causing his vision to blur.

A series of clearer images flooded his mind uncontrollably.

In a brightly lit small kitchen, a woman dressed in a pale yellow dress was busy packing her bags with her back to me.

As she packed the dark "stick" into her bag, she kept muttering instructions.

"...Remember to soak it in hot soup before eating."

"...Southern Xinjiang is humid, remember to change your clothes often..."

The voice was so gentle it could melt hearts, and every word was filled with deep concern and reluctance.

Xiao Jingshi couldn't see her face clearly, but he could feel his heart melting inch by inch because of that silhouette.

He felt himself embrace her from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck and taking a deep breath of her sweet fragrance.

That fragrance... gave him immense peace of mind.

"An An..."

He heard his own voice, filled with endless longing and reluctance, calling out that name.

"Your Highness!"

"Azure Wolf! What's wrong with you?!"

Yue Zhuo's panicked voice pulled Xiao Jingshi back from the fragments of his memory.

He suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had become pale and covered in cold sweat, his hands gripping the saddle tightly as if he were in great pain.

"I'm fine," he said, panting, shaking his head.

But his gaze was fixed on the flying "diamond staffs" on the city wall.

is her……

It was that woman named "An'an" who did it for "me".

Who is she?

Is she my...wife?

who am I?

Your Highness? They call me Your Highness?

I am... the Crown Prince of the Great Liang Dynasty?!

Countless questions and fragmented memories crashed into his brain like a tidal wave, giving him a splitting headache.

He has to get there!

He must get to that city wall!

He needs to figure all of this out!

Just then, the gate of Liang's camp collapsed with a loud crash under the constant pounding of the battering ram!

"Charge in! Kill them all!"

Countless barbarian cavalrymen cheered in victory, brandishing their scimitars, and swarmed into the gaping opening!

"Azure Wolf! Our chance has come!" Yue Zhu shouted excitedly. "Follow me! Let's take the enemy general's head!"

She took the lead, rushing towards the gate of the stockade with her personal guards.

Xiao Jingshi watched her retreating figure, then glanced at the familiar camp so close by, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He spurred his horse and followed closely behind.

But his target was not the enemy general's head.

Rather, it's his lost memories and his original...life.