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

With the gate breached, a large number of barbarian cavalry poured into the camp, engaging in the most brutal street fighting with the Liang army infantry who had been waiting there in formation.

In the confined space, the cavalry's advantage was greatly diminished. The Liang soldiers, in groups of three or five, relied on their familiarity with the terrain and their fearless courage to fight a desperate battle against an enemy several times their size.

Swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Yue Zhuo charged ahead, her curved blade flashing like a flame, relentlessly reaping the lives of Liang soldiers. Like a beautiful yet deadly goddess of death, she charged straight towards the central command tent.

Her personal guards were all brave and fierce, clearing a bloody path for her.

Xiao Jingshi followed closely behind her, but the curved sword in his hand remained unsheathed for a long time.

He merely observed the situation on the battlefield with a detached eye, his mind racing.

He wanted to break free from Yue Zhuo's control; he wanted to find an opportunity, a chance that would allow him to safely enter Liang Jun's core position without being mistaken for an enemy and shot down.

Just as they rushed past a cluster of arrow towers, a glint flashed in Xiao Jingshi's eyes.

The opportunity is coming!

He yanked the reins hard, and the black wind beneath him neighed, rearing up and forcefully breaking away from the Moonburn Guard's charge route, rushing towards the arrow tower!

"Canglang! Where are you going?!" Yuezhuo turned around ahead and shouted sharply.

"I'm going to take care of that arrow tower! It's too much of a threat to our follow-up troops!" Xiao Jingshi shouted without turning his head.

The reason was reasonable. Although Yue Zhuo was somewhat displeased, the opportunity was fleeting, and she didn't have time to think about it. She could only shout "Hurry up and catch up!" and continue to charge forward.

Xiao Jingshi rushed to the foot of the arrow tower. Several Liang archers on the tower saw a barbarian general charging towards him and immediately drew their bows and shot at him.

Xiao Jingshi swayed on his horse, easily dodging a few stray arrows.

Instead of climbing the tower, he went around to the back of the arrow tower, which was a blind spot for the Liang army's defenses.

He dismounted, tied the reins of Black Wind to a nearby pillar, and without pausing for a moment, slipped into a cluster of tents engulfed in flames and billowing smoke.

He left the battlefield.

He moved like a ghost through the chaotic camp. Guided by a strange sense of familiarity, he dodged wave after wave of stragglers and crept stealthily toward what he felt was the most important place—the central command tent.

In front of the central command tent, Zhao Yi was directing his last personal guard battalion in a final resistance against the charging barbarian soldiers.

He was covered in blood, his armor riddled with knife marks, yet he remained like an iron tower, firmly guarding the front tent.

Because the Crown Prince's memorial tablet is kept inside the main tent.

He may die, but His Highness's memorial tablet must never be defiled by barbaric dogs!

Just as he had just killed two barbarian soldiers and was also slashed on the arm, feeling somewhat exhausted, a barbarian general wearing black wolf-head armor emerged like a ghost from the thick smoke behind him!

So fast!

Zhao Yi was terrified. He wanted to defend, but it was too late!

He watched helplessly as the man approached at an alarming speed; he could even smell the scent of death.

Finished!

Zhao Yi closed his eyes in despair.

However, the expected death did not come.

He only heard a "pfft" sound and a short, muffled groan behind him.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked back. He saw the barbarian soldier who had just attacked him from behind, with a dagger stuck in his chest, slowly falling down with disbelief in his eyes.

The "barbarian general" wearing black wolf-head armor was standing in front of him, empty-handed. Clearly, the dagger that had saved his life was the one he had thrown.

Zhao Yi was completely dumbfounded.

This barbarian general... saved me?

Before he could react, the "barbarian general" grabbed his arm and dragged him into a relatively intact tent next to him.

"You..." Zhao Yi was about to speak.

The man suddenly raised his hand and ripped off the wolf helmet on his head.

A face that was incomparably handsome yet incredibly familiar appeared before Zhao Yi.

That face had appeared in his dreams countless times over the past few months.

Zhao Yi's mind went blank, as if struck by lightning! His eyes widened, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze instantly!

"Your...Your...Your Highness?!"

His voice trembled so badly it was completely out of tune, as if someone was choking him.

Xiao Jingshi looked at his ghostly expression and heard that title again—Your Highness.

His suspicions were confirmed to be about 70-80% true at that moment.

"Am I the Crown Prince?" he asked Zhao Yi in a questioning tone.

Zhao Yi was completely unable to think.

Your Highness! He's not dead! He really isn't dead!

He was dressed as a barbarian, charged out of the barbarian camp, and saved his own life!

The overwhelming euphoria and shock nearly made him faint.

"It's...it's you! Your Highness! You really are Your Highness!" Zhao Yi was so excited he was incoherent. He knelt down with a thud, hugged Xiao Jingshi's leg, and wailed, "You're not dead! That's wonderful! You're really not dead! This humble general...this humble general thought he would never see you again!"

Seeing a seven-foot-tall, tough man crying like a child, Xiao Jingshi was filled with mixed emotions.

He helped Zhao Yi up: "Let's not talk about that now. I have amnesia, and I can't remember many things. How is the battle going?"

"Amnesia?" Zhao Yi was taken aback, but quickly realized that now was not the time to dwell on that.

He wiped away his tears and said urgently, "Your Highness! We've been besieged for two months and are at our last gasp! The barbarian offensive is too fierce; our brothers can't hold on much longer!"

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps and shouts came from outside the tent.

"There's a spy! That barbarian general in the black wolf armor is a spy! He killed our men and hid in the tent!"

"Quick! Surround him! Don't let him escape!"

They were the Liang soldiers who saw Xiao Jingshi dragging Zhao Yi away; they had misunderstood.

In an instant, more than a dozen Liang soldiers, each wielding a spear, surrounded the tent, their menacing expressions palpable.

Zhao Yi's expression changed drastically: "Oh no!"

He was about to rush out to explain, but Xiao Jingshi stopped him.

"Don't go out." Xiao Jingshi's voice remained calm. "They're in a bloodthirsty frenzy right now. Going out might not be of any use; it would only expose me."

"What should we do?" Zhao Yi asked anxiously, his forehead covered in sweat.

Xiao Jingshi did not answer; he simply lifted a corner of the tent and looked outside.

He saw that things were getting worse.

Yue Zhuo, that madwoman, also discovered his "betrayal".

She was riding her horse, looking at the tent surrounded by Liang soldiers in the distance. Her beautiful face was filled with anger and madness after being betrayed.

"Azure Wolf..." she gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with chilling coldness, "How dare you... betray me!"

Outside the tent, shouts of battle, footsteps, and the clanging of armor mingled together, like a pot of boiling molten iron, quickly enveloping the small camp.

"There's a spy! That barbarian general in the black wolf armor is a spy!"

"Surround it! Quickly surround it! Don't let him escape!"

A series of roars filled with anger and hatred clearly pierced Zhao Yi's ears.

Every word was like a red-hot steel needle, piercing his heart.

spy?

The spy they spoke of was the crown prince, whom they had been missing for months and who they thought had died on the battlefield—the future hope of the Great Liang!

Zhao Yi's face instantly turned pale. He looked at Xiao Jingshi, who remained calm in front of him, and trembled with anxiety, sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Your Highness... what... what should we do?"

His voice even changed tone.

"The brothers outside are in a bloodthirsty frenzy; they won't listen to explanations! You…"

He wanted to say, "You should hide quickly," but where could he hide in this small tent?

He wanted to say, "Please change your clothes," but with bloodstains and ruins all over the ground, where could he find clean clothes to change into?

Xiao Jingshi's hand on his shoulder was steady and strong, without the slightest tremor.

"Don't go out."

His voice was low, yet it carried a strange calming power, which helped Zhao Yi, who was in a state of panic, to calm down a little.

"They now see me as an enemy. The more you defend me, the more they'll feel like I'm holding you hostage. Going out won't help; it will only make them turn their attention to you as well."

Zhao Yi's mind was buzzing.

He knew that His Highness was right.

But... but are we just going to stand by and watch His Highness be mistakenly killed by his own people as a spy?!

"Then... what should we do, Your Highness!"

Zhao Yi's voice was choked with sobs; this seven-foot-tall man was now as anxious as a helpless child.

Xiao Jingshi did not answer immediately.

He remained silent, like a wolf lurking in the shadows, analyzing the deadly situation before him with lightning speed.

Before losing his memory, he was the Crown Prince of Liang.

After losing his memory, he became a barbarian wolf.

At this moment, within this small tent, two identities collided in a most fatal way.

He lifted a corner of the tent, and through a narrow gap, he could see the scene outside.

The torchlight illuminated faces contorted with anger, exhaustion, and hatred.

Those were soldiers of the Great Liang, the people he was supposed to protect.

And the flames were now aimed directly at him.

Without hesitation, they aimed their spears at the tents where they were hiding, the tips of the spears gleaming with a chilling killing intent in the firelight.

Xiao Jingshi felt a slight pain in his heart from the murderous intent.

It wasn't physical pain, but a stinging pain originating from the blood vessels.

They are my soldiers.

They want to kill me.

This realization is sharper than any sword.

His gaze passed over the soldiers and landed on the barbarian positions further away.

There, the firelight was even more intense.

He spotted the figure on horseback at a glance.

Moonburn.

She also noticed the commotion here.

She was gazing at the tent surrounded by Liang soldiers from afar, her beautiful face, flickering in the firelight, initially showing astonishment and confusion.

But when she saw Xiao Jingshi lift the tent flap and drag Zhao Yi inside, all her confusion instantly froze into the frost of betrayal.

She got it.

I understand everything.

That man was lying to her from the very beginning.

"The Gray Wolf..."

Yue Zhuo felt as if her teeth were about to be crushed as she squeezed out the name from deep in her throat, each syllable carrying a chilling coldness.

She looked in that direction, the last trace of feminine tenderness in her eyes completely crushed, replaced by the ruthlessness of a princess and the madness of a betrayed.

"How dare you... betray me!"

Inside the tent, Zhao Yi could no longer endure the torment.

No! We can't wait any longer!

"Your Highness, this humble general cannot worry about that now!"

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and broke free from Xiao Jingshi's grasp.

He suddenly flung open the tent flap and charged out like an enraged lion!

"Stop it, all of you!"

A thunderous roar echoed throughout the small open space.

Zhao Yi spread his arms, using his body as a shield to firmly block the dozen or so murderous soldiers.

In the firelight, his tall figure sheltered the tent behind him completely.

The Liang soldiers who were pressing forward were startled by the roar and the general who suddenly rushed out, and they subconsciously stopped in their tracks.

"General Zhao?"

A young soldier who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old shouted urgently, "General, please make way! That damned barbarian is inside; he just killed Brother Wang Wu!"

"Yes, General! We saw it with our own eyes!"

Another veteran echoed, his voice hoarse.

"He dragged you into the tent; he definitely wants to take you hostage!"

"You bastard!"

Zhao Yi was extremely anxious and roared at the young soldier.

"What do you know! The people inside aren't traitors..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

He can't say.

He couldn't say it even if he died.

His lips trembled as he looked at the faces before him, faces that were both familiar and unfamiliar.

He knew that what had sustained everyone in their fight until now, besides the belief in protecting their homeland, was the determination to avenge His Highness the Crown Prince!

If we reveal the truth now, morale will collapse instantly!

He can't say.

But if we don't tell, His Highness's life will be in danger!

In that instant of hesitation and struggle, the tent flap behind him was gently lifted by a hand.

Xiao Jingshi came out from inside.

He was still wearing that striking black wolf-head armor, the kind only the barbarian elites wore, and stood calmly behind Zhao Yi.

His appearance was like a black lightning bolt, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"He's out!"

"Kill him! Avenge Brother Wang Wu!"

After a brief silence, the Liang soldiers' emotions were reignited. Holding their spears, they slowly approached Xiao Jing-shi, step by step.

The encirclement is gradually shrinking.

Meanwhile, on the distant barbarian battlefield...

Princess Yuezhuo saw all of this clearly.

She saw "Gray Wolf" come out of the tent.

She saw him standing behind the Liang general.

She saw the Liang soldiers pointing their spears at him, about to pierce him like a wild beast.

He didn't resist or dodge; he just stood there quietly.

That image stung Yue Zhuo's eyes.

An indescribable sense of absurdity and anger at being fooled instantly overwhelmed her reason.

"Haha...hahahaha..."

She suddenly threw her head back and burst into laughter, a shrill and manic laugh.

"Great...that's really great!"

Her guards and generals looked at each other, wondering why the princess had suddenly gone mad.

Yue Zhuo ignored everyone; she just stared intently at the lonely and upright black figure in the distance, surrounded by his own people.

In her mind, she saw his back as he shielded her from a fatal blow, and his focused expression as he grilled meat for her by the campfire.

She thought she had found a proud wolf king and tamed him.

In the end, I found myself to be nothing but a ridiculous fool!

"The man I cherish dearly would rather save his enemy!"

"He would rather be killed by his own people as a spy than betray me!"

The last few words were almost squeezed out one by one from between his teeth.

Intense jealousy and trampled love intertwined to form a poisonous fire that destroyed everything.