"May our parting today be a brief one, and may you, noble sir, take care." said Lord Duan Yang sincerely.

  "Take care." Song Huaijin smiled faintly.

  At this moment, she was pale as earth, completely ailing to the bone, without any beauty to speak of. However, Lord Duanyang found her radiance dazzling, and no stunning beauty could compare with her in terms of looks.

  The wind and snow outside grew stronger, Song Huaijin sat alone in the vast hall, watching as Tuan Yang Hous figure disappeared into the snowy distance, her lips pursed slightly.

  Min Chi is too arrogant, thinking that keeping Yang City is not impossible, but its hard to defeat the Wei army. If Min Chi loses the first battle, the Wei state will definitely punish her, she wants to force him to be unable to stay in the Wei state, and even be executed.

  The Qin army is a tiger-like troop, and Yangcheng is on the border of Qin and Wei. It only takes one night, and the nearby Qin army can arrive. The Wei army has been holding out in the wind and snow for several days, and the grain and grass in winter are bound to be scarce. Qin will not give up this great opportunity.

  Soldiers are expensive, if the Wei army enters the city and attacks again, it will be much more difficult, and Qin may also suffer heavy losses, so she guessed that Qin would send troops quickly.

  Song Huaijin got up and walked out into the wind and snow, seemingly oblivious to the corpses frozen or starved to death by the side of the road, and headed straight for the city gate tower.

  On the city wall, the wind and snow howled, Song Huaijin didnt hold onto the city wall, almost unable to stand steadily.

  "Someones coming!" Song Huaijin shouted loudly.

  The white wolf skin on her body signified an extraordinary identity, and immediately a deputy general came over to take orders.

  "There is still some stored grain in the city lords mansion, our master is kind and just, lets take it out and distribute it." Song Huaijin spoke each word with great difficulty in the wind.

  That shook his spirit, but he hesitated and said, "However, milord..."

  "The grain stored is not even enough for a full meal, but the people sent to Qin Guo have already brought news that the great army of Qin will arrive in Yangcheng tomorrow morning. The master would rather starve than ask everyone to hold on for one more night! If the Qin army does not arrive tomorrow morning, the master will surrender to Wei Guo and will never abandon your lives." Song Huaiyins voice was not loud, but the nearby soldiers guarding the city all heard her say this. She covered her face as if crying and said, "The master has always been kind and just, and does not want to see everyone die in vain. Yangcheng is the foundation left by our ancestors, please help the master with one arms strength, Huaiyin is here to thank you on behalf of the master!"

  Song Huaijin bowed deeply from head to toe.

  The nearby generals hastily came forward to support her, "Sir is seriously injured, our lord is wise and just, we will definitely swear to defend the city with our lives!"

  "Defend the city to the death!"

  "Defend the city to the death!"

  The sound of rising and falling on the city wall started, mixed with the raging wind and snow, although the strength was weak, but it was unyielding.

  Song Huaijin slightly raised his hand and said, "The matter of the Qin States relief troops must not be leaked out. If the Wei army attacks the city prematurely..."

  "It will be understood later!" The deputy general nodded his hand, ordering people to pass it on, and no one is allowed to surrender to Wei today. Those who escape without permission will be killed without pardon.

  This news will definitely reach the Wei army, Song Huaijin knew. But she only needed one night, just one night...

  The blizzard howled and buried the battered corpses on the main battlefield. The soldiers of Yang City ate thin porridge, and their spirits improved a lot.

  Inside the mansion of Duke Duan Yang, only white rice was stored, while these people might not even see a single grain of white rice in their lifetime. At this moment, they felt that even if they died like this, it would be worth it.

  Song Huaijin sat in the shed on the city tower, narrowing his eyes to stare in the direction of the Wei armys camp. The night was dark and the wind and snow howled, nothing could be seen, and the mist flowers that were blown out by his breath obscured the view even more vaguely.

  The first half of the night passed quietly, Song Huaijin was extremely exhausted, but he couldnt close his eyes no matter what. He stared at the sky in the east, which was gradually brightening, and clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves.

  The tremors mixed in the wind sound approached rapidly. Song Huaijins eyes slightly opened, and he looked down with his head bowed, where the sky and earth met in the distance, large swaths of snow fog rolled up, and the red-armored Wei army surged towards Yang City like a wave.

  "General Huaijin, Weis army is attacking the city!" The deputy general rushed in to report.

  Time is not given to people... She slowly closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice, "Open the city gate, you have surrendered."

  Its not that Song Huaijin couldnt bear to sacrifice the innocent, but at this moment, there was only scheme in her heart, no emotion, just like Min Chi, who unexpectedly launched a surprise attack, and must have had many internal responses. She had every confidence, and looking at the disparity between the Wei army and the defending soldiers, even if they didnt surrender now, they would absolutely not be able to hold on for half a moment.

  "The main gate is wide open." Song Huaijin added a sentence, "Tell the messenger to open the North City Gate as well."

  The main gate is wide open, its the Empty Fort Strategy. Even if it will eventually be seen through, it can still delay for a moment, and the North City Gate, is opened for the Qin army... I hope the Qin army seizes this opportunity.

  His lips were tightly pursed and he didnt move at all.

  Song Huaijin looked up at him, under the fierce dancing flames of the torches, was a resolute and handsome face. "Id rather die than surrender!"

  "A man is born into this world, with one for loyalty and one for ambition. The Duke of Duan Yang doesnt deserve your loyalty, and the small town of Yang Cheng cant fulfill your ambitions either. Youll die in vain!" Song Huaijin said weakly, "Dont be foolish."

  He remained silent for a moment before bowing his hands and saying, "Your subordinate obeys!"

  Song Huaijin gazed at the majestic figure standing in the wind and snow, remaining still for a long time. He then retrieved a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket, unfolded it, revealing a medicinal pill about the size of a fingernail, emitting a fragrant aroma that wafted up to his nose.

  She put it to her mouth, slightly furrowed her brow, and narrowed her eyes towards the outside wind and snow. A pungent sensation flowed down her throat, gradually gathering into a dull ache in her abdomen. A warm flow surged up her throat, filling her mouth with a sweet and fishy smell.

  Song Huaijin is already exhausted, and death is only a matter of sooner or later. However, she doesnt want to see Min Chi every day before she dies, just thinking about it makes her feel suffocated.

  No scheme was too cunning, losing was also her fault Song Huaijins skills were inferior to others, but she could never forgive.

  "First year of high school!" A familiar figure burst into view.

  Song Huaijin took a glance, and Min Chi was wearing a smoke-colored robe with wide sleeves, a black sable fur coat, and snow all over his body, still as elegant and refined as ever.

  He saw Song Huaijins appearance, his face shocked, and muttered, "On New Years Day, Ill come to pick you up."

  Min hesitated and didnt want her to die. Even though he had used her and betrayed her, he had never thought of putting her to death.

  He saw Song Huaijin move her lips, seemingly wanting to say something, and only then reacted, rushing into the shed to support her, with tears in her phoenix eyes, "Chu Yi, what do you want to say?"

  Song Huaijin spat out a mouthful of blood, leaned in close to him, and gasped with difficulty, "Min Chi... Im going to... screw your old man!"

  Listening to these last words, Min hesitated and stared at her clear eyes losing their luster, and couldnt help but burst out laughing.

  Song Chu-yi, also known as Huai-jin, originally named Yin-yueh.

  Wu Yu Huai Jin, a metaphor for the good virtues of a gentleman, because she was rough in words and deeds, with a bad temper, so when she paid homage to her teacher, her teacher had high hopes for her beauty. However, until death, she did not follow through on these two words at all.

  Min Chi smiled and stopped, with tears suddenly falling from the corners of her eyes, and her scorching cheeks hurt in the icy snow.

  "General! The Qin army is at the north city gate!" A soldier outside the tent reported urgently.

  Min Chis eyes drooped, and she gazed at the peaceful face in her arms. The corners of her bloody lips seemed to curve up slightly, as if mocking him. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he gently laid Song Huaijin down, looked up at the faintly brightening eastern sky, and slowly uttered two words: "Prepare for battle."