Chapter 189 Sending Winter Clothes

Chapter 189 Sending Winter Clothes

When Shen Nanzi left Madam Xue's residence, there were three carriages: one for her, one for her sister-in-law, and one containing Mo Lanxing's corpse.

Shen Nanzi thought Ye Shuyin would impound the carriage, but he didn't.

She only felt relieved after reaching the border and obtaining three thousand soldiers and armor.

Next, she faced the challenge of leading three thousand soldiers successfully into the Yunhan region.

You definitely can't get in if you go in head-on.

Yunhan's border army had 30,000 soldiers, while she only had 3,000.

If they were to charge the border troops, Shen Nanzi's army would definitely not be able to break through; even if they were to launch a forced charge, it would be a near-certain death.

These three thousand soldiers were her capital; she couldn't bear to lose even one of them.

Then we can only outsmart them.

Shen Nanzi observed the border for three days. Of the 30,000 soldiers of Yunhan, 10,000 were garrison troops. The soldiers' families were all on the border, so they could farm and fight at the same time.

It snowed lightly in Ticheng, but here it snowed moderately. The ground is still wet, and the wind is cold and damp on your neck.

The air around my nose was filled with a biting chill, and every breath I took into my lungs felt completely cold.

Shen Nanzi and Qinghe rode their horses back and forth along the border.

They stopped between two fortified cities, the fierce wind cutting their faces like knives.

Here, a low earthen wall has been built along the border, but many border troops are patrolling it.

Several times when they passed by, they were driven away by the border troops.

Shen Nanzi paced back and forth several times and noticed something unusual.

She sat on horseback, her hair whipping against her face in the cold wind: "Qinghe, have you noticed anything wrong?"

Qinghe nodded, "I've discovered that their winter clothes are all torn, and some soldiers' winter clothes are no longer enough to cover their bodies."

Shen Nanzi nodded and said to a patrol team that had just passed by, "Look at that person, he's even wearing straw boots."

It's alright when the weather is sunny, but on days when the snow is melting, the snow water seeps into the straw boots, and your feet must be in terrible shape.

"My God!" Qinghe exclaimed, "There are even people going barefoot."

Shen Nanzi looked over and saw a soldier of about seventeen or eighteen years old wearing tattered winter clothes, his feet wading in the snow. She felt a deep sadness in her heart.

"It seems that the imperial power in Luoyang has been undermined, and all three parties are acting independently, so the military funds are no longer reaching the border troops here."

When those above fight, those below suffer – that's a very real reaction.

We must stabilize the court and the public as soon as possible and end this power struggle.

Shen Nanzi returned to the camp, already having made up her mind.

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Inside the military tent, Shen Nanzi looked at Mo Lanxing, who had already woken up. He was lying on the cot, looking very weak.

The poison was extremely potent; when Mo Lanxing was about to eat the jujube, she gave him a warning look.

He didn't swallow it, but pressed it under his tongue. However, some of the poison seeped into the chicken soup and still poisoned him.

Back at Madam Xue's residence, the doctor induced vomiting in him and prescribed an antidote, but he remained unconscious.

She could only breathe faintly the whole way. Shen Nanzi thought she might as well try anything, even if she survived, she could still have a chance.

He really did come back to life.

He lay there half-dead, and although he had the same face as Ye Shuyin, they were two completely different people.

Shen Nanzi smiled and asked, "Awake?"

Mo Lanxing looked away, seemingly hating Chen Nanzi.

After all, she designed his ending; it would be strange if he didn't hate her.

"From now on, you will be Ye Shuyin. Obediently follow me to Yunhan."

Mo Lanxing stared at the top of the tent, her voice hoarse and low, "You're going to imprison me?"

My throat feels a bit sore.

Shen Nanzi: "You should thank me for saving you, otherwise you would have been eaten by maggots and turned into mud."

The military tent was silent for a moment.

Where is this?

"The border between Yunhan and Fangshuo."

He turned his head to look at her, "Who exactly are you?"

"The Princess Consort of Yunhan, a loser," she said with a faint smile, "gained three thousand soldiers because of you."

The doubt in Mo Lanxing's eyes instantly cleared.

"You hate me even more now, don't you?" Shen Nanzi laughed. "Prince Jing conquered all 101 cities of your Fangshuo!"

Mo Lanxing: "Then you still dare to cooperate with Ye Shuyin? Aren't you afraid he'll renege on his promise?"

Shen Nanzi chuckled: "Each takes what they need. Our Yunhan has advanced handicrafts, and our goods bring you great wealth as they pass through your hands. Fang Shuo has to rely on us. Ye Shuyin isn't stupid enough to kill me, his god of wealth."

"Your remaining life will only have value when I need you."

Mo Lanxing turned her face away and remained silent.

Without his status as king, he has nothing. Unless Ye Shuyin displeases her, she might resort to her old tricks and send him back.

That was her purpose in saving him, and now he can only depend on her.

Xie Chengze rushed in, looked at Mo Lanxing on the bed, and exclaimed with delight, "Dad, you're awake!"

Xie Chengze's shout surprised Mo Lanxing for a moment.

Shen Nanzi took Xie Chengze's hand and squatted down in front of him. "Cheng'er, the game is over. From now on, call him Uncle Ye."

Xie Chengze glanced at Mo Lanxing, then nodded obediently and greeted, "Hello, Uncle Ye."

Shen Nanzi led Xie Chengze out of the tent. "Cheng'er, you must not have any contact with him again. This person is threatening us."

Xie Chengze nodded, seemingly understanding, "Mother, I haven't seen Yunxiao for days! Where did he go?"

Shen Nanzi recalled that day when she saw Cheng'er wearing golden silk armor, went out to find that familiar figure, and once again lifted the scarf around his neck, but it wasn't him at all.

Later, she became somewhat annoyed and summoned all the hidden guards to check them one by one, but they still couldn't find him.

Shen Nanzi had her doubts, but she couldn't confirm them.

"They've completed their mission, and we need to return to Yunhan, so naturally we have to part ways."

Xie Chengze was somewhat disappointed, "He saved Cheng'er, and Cheng'er hasn't had a chance to properly thank him yet!"

At this moment, Qinghe delivered a secret letter, which Shen Nanzi took and glanced at.

"The deputy commander of the border army is still kneeling in front of Chongde Hall, and Grand Commandant Xue is not paying the soldiers' wages."

Shen Nanzi muttered to herself, "Xue Yubai, do you think my brother's position is so easy to hold?"

"Yunhan's treasury has long been empty. Why was my brother able to stand out among all the officials? His sewing and mending skills are something that ordinary people simply cannot do."

"Wang Chao, who is in a precarious situation, needs a complete overhaul."

"Qinghe, go and send a letter to General Zhao of the border army, saying that you have winter clothes to give him."

Qinghe accepted the order, "I'll go right away."

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The next day, Shen Nanzi sat in the border army's tent.

General Zhao Zhendong looked at Shen Nanzi for a long time before speaking, "Has this lady seen you somewhere before? Why do you look so familiar?"

Shen Nanzi smiled and said, "General Zhao guards the border year-round and rarely returns to Luoyang, so naturally he wouldn't recognize me, the princess."

Upon hearing the word "Princess Consort," Zhao Zhendong instantly remembered and slapped his knee, exclaiming, "Princess Consort Jing!"

Shen Nanzi: "It is indeed this princess consort."

Zhao Zhendong is already in his sixties, with gray hair and beard. He has led troops for many years, and his face has dark skin and many deep lines.

His eyes were filled with utter confusion and bewilderment.

Princess Jing's reputation was extremely bad, and besides, Prince Jing had failed in his attempt to usurp the throne and was already dead.

Although she and Prince Jing were not on the same side, they were still husband and wife. If they were to be held accountable, they would be guilty of the same crime, and she would be sentenced to death.