Previously, Mu Xian estimated that the earliest they would depart was the day after tomorrow, but he didn’t expect the situation to be so urgent. That very night, several battle reports ca back from the front line, and Xue Xian’s vanguard army had already approached Fufeng. With Yu Wenye prepared, they officially set off at noon the next day.
Yu Wenquan stood at the door with Yu Wenqian, personally seeing them off.
As Yu Wenye mounted his horse, Yu Wenqian walked up to him, looked up, and said, "Feng Chen, although elder brother was worried about your expedition this ti, since you are already setting out, elder brother will say no more. I just hope for a victorious campaign."
Yu Wenye said, "Thank you, elder brother."
Yu Wenqian added, "Also, take care of yourself."
"..."
Yu Wenye’s eyes were flickering, yet he still smiled and said, "Yes."
After these words, Yu Wenqian glanced at his side—this ti it’s a military expedition, naturally, there was nothing like a comfortable carriage. Shang Ruyi, dressed in neat, tight-fitting clothing, rode alongside Yu Wenye on horseback. Her hair was tied high, without any pins or jewels, and without makeup, she appeared even more spirited.
In those blue-gray eyes, a ripple seed to stir, but Yu Wenqian said nothing more, only nodded gently, and Shang Ruyi also nodded in acknowledgnt.
Yu Wenqian then stepped back.
At this mont, Yu Wenquan, who had been standing with his hands behind his back on the steps, slowly walked down to the horse’s side, gazing gravely at Yu Wenye.
Although he knew his son’s abilities, facing Xue Xian was another matter. As a father, he showed so unease and worry in his eyes, but didn’t express it verbally, just looked at his second son, sitting on his horse in full armor, looking valiant, and said, "Xue Xian is brave and strategic; he’s not soone who only fights hard battles. You must always keep this in mind in your campaign."
Yu Wenye solemnly answered, "Yes!"
Yu Wenquan nodded and stepped back up the steps, saying no more.
At this mont, Shang Ruyi felt a weight on her, and looking down, she saw Tushere with reddened eyes, standing in front of the horse, holding onto her dress with a look of reluctance, mumbling, "Miss..."
Shang Ruyi leaned down and softly said, "Didn’t I explain everything to you last night? Why are you still like this?"
"..."
"Today we’re marching out; you can’t be wailing like this, it’s not auspicious."
Upon hearing this, although her heart was sorrowful and she was reluctant, Tushere swallowed back her tears forcefully. She glanced back at Wo Xue, who was following behind Shang Ruyi, with so scars still on her face, looking quite haggard. Last night, when Shang Ruyi told her about her plan, Tushere almost forgot the rules between master and servant, and argued loudly with her. In the end, Shang Ruyi had to show her authority as the master to convince her. With no choice, she made Shang Ruyi promise not to let Wo Xue sche against her again and went to Mu Xian to ask for help guarding against Wo Xue in the army, finally agreeing reluctantly.
Even so, she gave Wo Xue another fierce glare and softly said, "Miss, you must take good care of yourself and don’t let her sche against you again. I will also—"
Shang Ruyi glanced at her.
The rest of Tushere’s words were swallowed back, while Wo Xue also glanced at her, seemingly aware of her suspicions, said nothing more, and silently lowered her head.
At this ti, it was ti to set off.
Yu Wenye looked around front and back, his accompanying soldiers were already in neat formation. He raised his hand high, and with a wave, the entire troop started to move forward. Tushere was dragged back to the door by Chang Wan, only to reluctantly watch the troop leave the Duke Mansion, disappearing under the scorching sun.
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This journey lasted two days.
Because of the tense situation ahead, they marched rapidly, stopping only twice for brief rests. By the second night, Yu Wenye decided to continue marching at night, advancing under the cover of darkness.
Shang Ruyi knew that he intended to reach Fufeng before daybreak.
However, after two days of travel, their physical strength was significantly depleted. Even though the night air was not as exhausting as the scorching sun by day, the flas of the torches held high to light their path still roasted the people nearby. Especially him, wearing heavy armor, was drenched in sweat from the heat. Worried he might suffer a heatstroke, Shang Ruyi softly instructed Mu Xian, who imdiately took up a water pouch to hand to Yu Wenye.
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