There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

However, everyone else inside the tent looked perfectly normal, indicating that they were quite used to the cold environment.

Therefore, no one paid any attention to Liu Yi's unpleasant expression.

If someone can't even withstand this bit of cold, their pathetic level of strength will naturally earn them little respect in the army. Even if the other party is a lackey promoted by Ji Wuye, they'll only receive a few polite gestures on the surface.

However, the general in the main seat, dressed in blood, glanced at Liu Yi, his icy gaze revealing a hint of amusement:

"I initially thought the information brought by Lord Liu was exaggerated, but now it seems to have some credibility. The treasure of Fire Rain Manor might just be on those three."

"You jest, my lord."

He forced a flattering smile onto his face, which was blue from the cold, but when the other party mentioned "the treasure of Fire Rain Manor," Liu Yi's expression still looked somewhat unnatural.

He was indeed in charge of the dirty work at the time.

But all the gold, silver and treasures were divided up by Han Wang An and others, so why is it said that the treasure has disappeared and everyone suspects Liu Yi?

If he had truly obtained that legendary treasure that could overturn the situation of the seven kingdoms, he would have declared himself king long ago.

Why bother being a lackey for others like this?

Liu Yi would spare no effort to clarify any opportunity to prove his innocence, not to mention now that there is a ready-made scapegoat:

"Didn't the information provided by the Baiyue bandits we captured earlier also point to that kid Mo?"

"Isn't that traitor Tianze also hunting them down with all his might?"

The general whom Liu Yi addressed as "Lord Marquis" had an appearance quite different from ordinary people, the most striking feature of which was his snow-white beard and hair.

Pure white hair without any other color.

It subconsciously evokes images of frost-covered skies and snow-capped peaks.

By the standards of a general, although he was tall, he appeared somewhat too thin, and his face was particularly effeminate.

At first glance, it's even difficult to tell if they are male or female.

His pupils were as red as blood, and his skin was devoid of any rosy color; the aura he exuded was exceptionally cold.

It even lacks the vitality of a living person.

Just like Jiang Mo's physical body in reality, it gives people a feeling of lacking the vitality of a living person.

Just one glance was enough to give you a strong sense of inhumanity.

If Jiang Mo were here, he would immediately recognize this person's identity.

Blood-Clad Marquis, Bai Yifei.

The most feared of the Four Fiends of the Night.

His identity, the number of troops he commands, and his personal martial prowess are all extremely formidable.

The current invasion of Baiyue is precisely the battle in which Bai Yifei demonstrates his personal abilities and thoroughly establishes the name "Marquis in Bloodstained Robes".

Upon hearing Liu Yi mention Tianze, Bai Yifei merely responded with a cold laugh:

"Tianze? Ha, the name of the Crimson-Eyebrowed Dragon and Snake is impressive, but in the end he is just a barbarian, arrogant and overestimating his own abilities."

Bai Yifei's voice, calm yet confident, swept over the assembled soldiers:

"They are ignorant of military strategy, yet they dare to attempt to use war to eliminate the various forces of the Baiyue, which is undoubtedly a grave mistake."

"He is already a skeleton in a tomb; I will capture him alive!"

Bai Yifei's voice, like his appearance, was rather effeminate and cold. His words were not particularly passionate or impassioned, but given that the South Korean army already held a significant advantage, his understated manner was more effective in boosting morale than his solemn pronouncements.

It seems that achieving great deeds and taking the enemy's head is truly as easy as taking candy from a baby.

It makes people forget the fact that one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand soldiers.

"As for the three people who might be connected to the Fire Rain Manor treasure, intensify the search efforts and ascertain their whereabouts..."

As if thinking of something, a strange emotion flashed in Bai Yifei's blood-red eyes.

That slight unease vanished in an instant; the words spoken after the brief pause remained indifferent and cold:

"Instruct the scouts not to act rashly, and wait for the right time before I personally take action."

"Let's go and meet those so-called Nine Nether Demons, Flame Spirit Princess, and Peerless Ghost."

……

"Nine Netherworld Demon, haha, so humorous..."

Not sure if she was tickled by some random funny thing, Yan Lingji muttered the nickname she had just heard and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

She laughed freely and unrestrainedly.

There was no restraint in smiling without showing teeth, no subtlety in hiding one's face with a fan; they expressed their joys and sorrows without any inhibition.

That is the freedom and ease of being unrestrained by anything.

This is a rare and admirable quality, regardless of the era.

Originally, Jiang Mo's heart was heavy and his mood was inevitably somewhat low because he kept running into Tianze's subordinates or Xueyibao scouts.

But at this moment, infected by Yan Lingji's smile, he suddenly felt much lighter.

I simply laughed off that inexplicable nickname:

"Humor is good. Only humorous people can calmly face the troubles of the world and bring smiles to those around them."

Nobody wants to become the butt of jokes.

However, Jiang Mo didn't care if it was just something to amuse Yan Lingji. He casually tossed a ball of black flame onto the corpse left behind after the interrogation, and couldn't help but reveal a somewhat wicked smile:

"However, it seems I still need to work harder."

"The goal is to become a master of humor, so that even if we have different stances, we can use witchcraft to make these annoying lackeys and henchmen smile."

"Le Dian Gu?"

Wushuang Gui had no idea what the two were laughing about. He scratched his head and added this sentence in a somewhat silly way.

With his limited intelligence, it would be difficult for him to fully understand the humor in Jiang Mo's words.

However, Musouki continued to speak up, seemingly wanting to offer constructive suggestions on how to make the enemy smile.

In fact, he didn't need to express his opinion.

The mere presence of the Peerless Ghost is enough to create a wall of amusement for people.

"Amo, you don't need to worry about it too much. These guys are a bit annoying, but they're also a bit of entertainment on the journey."

Yan Lingji was more relaxed about the pursuers behind her.

She dangled a small trinket she'd taken from a soldier of Snowcloth Fortress, her light blue eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"They even proactively deliver gifts to our door, what a kind person!"

"Isn't it because I'm thinking of escaping here as soon as possible and taking you to see the world's wonders?"

Not wanting his emotions to affect Yan Lingji, Jiang Mo suppressed the unease and anxiety surging in his heart and spoke in a relaxed manner.

If they had traveled in a straight line, at their current speed, they should have already left the Baiyue region.

Unfortunately, the journey was fraught with war, and Jiang Mo and his two companions, unwilling to get involved, could only try to find detours to avoid it, and from time to time they would encounter spies chasing after them.

Then we'll have to change our route again to avoid revealing our whereabouts.

If the route were drawn on a map, it would truly be a winding and circuitous one.

"Really? But I feel great right now. I've walked many roads I've never walked before and seen many landscapes I've never seen before."

Yan Lingji hugged Jiang Mo and said with a bright smile:

"Amo, the world is vast, with countless sights to see in a lifetime. What matters is not rushing to those bustling places, but the time we spend together."

With you, where in the world isn't a beautiful and prosperous place?

Jiang Mo was slightly taken aback. Even though he was carrying Yan Lingji, he suddenly felt that the heavy burden on his shoulders had become much lighter.

He looked Yan Lingji up and down, and exclaimed in disbelief:

"I never expected you could say something so philosophical."

"That's because I'm intelligent and perceptive, and my intelligence is beyond compare..."

"Aren't they barbarians now?"

The two strolled along leisurely, bickering with each other, while Wushuang Gui followed behind, unable to get a word in edgewise, silently carrying the ever-increasing amount of luggage.

Wushuang Gui actually wanted to say that he was a little hungry.

But for some reason, he felt strangely not hungry at all, and he didn't know where the feeling of fullness came from.

Chapter 97 We Will Eventually Meet Again

One hundred days may sound like a long time, but if used for a honeymoon, it's enough for a newlywed couple to see all the beautiful sights in the world.

The spring light in March is as rich as wine, so intoxicating that even the mandarin ducks, lost in their slumber, no longer sing.

Peach blossoms, willows, and apricot blossoms in the rain; fallen petals drift everywhere.

Jiang Mo slowed down completely, no longer in a hurry to pull Yan Lingji away from Baiyue, and no longer in a rush to help her settle down.

Instead, they held each other's hands and strolled slowly in the spring sunshine of March.

Encountering a sudden shower of apricot blossoms, they decided not to go out today. Instead, they sat with Yan Lingji, watching the rain fall like a curtain and the fallen petals drift down. They sat there for a long time without feeling bored.

Rather than fleeing, they seemed to be abandoning all worldly affairs to travel and enjoy the scenery.

Cherish every inch of the beautiful spring sunshine.

"Why did you suddenly decide to comb my hair today? Let me make this clear, if you try anything else, I'm kicking you later..."

"Push it into the river."

Yan Lingji, sitting by the stream, shifted her body uncomfortably.

She had just gotten up and let her long, flowing hair cascade freely. Her fair, glossy feet were bare as she dipped them into the cool stream, kicking up splashes of water.

Yan Lingji was a little nervous about Jiang Mo's sudden request.

She glanced furtively at Wushuang Gui, who was fishing downstream, her cheeks flushing an unnatural red, and she lowered her voice to threaten Jiang Mo behind her.