At the end of March, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, but it is also the time when food is in short supply.
Regardless of whether it is the army of Xichang Kingdom or Obsidian Kingdom, after the long winter of confrontation, their food and grass consumption has been almost the same.
If the war continues, there will not be so much national power to consume.
It may also give opportunities to the Pure River Kingdom and the Divine Bird Kingdom.
Therefore, the two countries are preparing to launch the most violent attack to eliminate the frustration of being unable to use their hands and feet in the cold winter months.
Mu Youche was leaning on the tiger-skin reclining chair in the Chinese army tent, his eyes darkened, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Wan Fang showed him the battle plan discussed by several generals. He flipped through it briefly and said calmly: "It's not bad. Let Liu Hai's three thousand elite soldiers insert themselves into the enemy's rear rather than ambush them."
Wan Fang went to deliver the message again.
When he came back, Mu Youche was still in the same posture, with his jet-black hair swaying feebly, like a midnight waterfall in the dancing candlelight. The soft light of the stars made him look no longer as tough as before, but
It turned into a gentle, slightly melancholy look.
His long, drooping eyelashes are thick and curved, resting quietly under his eyes, casting fan-shaped shadows.
Wan Fang vaguely listened to the muttering voice, "That's it...you can't buy a little attachment with all your love...Why should you let her go...Why..."
Wan Fang sighed, he didn't dare and didn't know what to advise.
No one knows the prince's deep love for his wife better than him.
After a long time, Mu Youche remained motionless, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture.
Wan Fang stepped forward and whispered: "Master, take a rest."
Mu Youche raised his eyes, hazy, as if drunk, "Wan Fang, tell me why she can't stay."
Wan Fang did not expect that the prince himself would take the initiative to mention his wife.
These days, no one dares to mention that anyone who does not open his or her eyes is seeking death.
"Sir, my wife may hate you."
Wan Fang is Mu Youche's most loyal and capable subordinate, and he never tells lies.
Mu Youche lowered his eyes, yes, she hated him. Her purpose in the past was just to get married, be a spy, and help Chu Heng. After the Xichang Kingdom was destroyed, they would stay together and fly together.
He smiled miserably, "Does Chu Heng have to be better than me?"
